This is probably old news to some of you. It happened last month and I was probably under the same rock I tend to be hiding under when big news hits. Or maybe I haven't been doing enough cardio. I'm always more up to date on the news when I'm spending time on the elliptical.
Last month a man shot another man in Florida because he was texting during the previews in a movie theater. It's so ridiculous it sounds like a joke but it's not. The victim Chad Oulson was in the theater with his wife and he was texting his daughter during the previews. A man sitting in the row behind him; Curtis Reeves didn't like the texting and told him to stop. He got up presumably to make a complaint. When he came back Chad stood up to ask if he went to tell on him. They argued, Chad threw popcorn and then he was shot dead right there. The shooter was a retired police officer.
What the hell? Sadly, I shouldn't be surprised because of all the public shootings that have been going on for years now, but really? A wife has to lose her husband and a daughter has to lose her father because some guy is either mentally unstable or just had a really bad day? Maybe Chad should never have stood up, maybe he should not have thrown popcorn but regardless, that is absolutely no justification for this man's crazy and reckless actions. Apparently the shooter is claiming self defense. I know that by law you don't have to physically touch someone with your hands for it to be considered assault but a gunshot is an extreme defense to popcorn thrown especially when the texting that started it all didn't even warrant a comment. The entire situation should have never happened.
There is no texting allowed during the movie and obviously no weapons allowed inside. How can he get so angry about someone else not even technically breaking the rules when he was breaking the law by having a gun? I wonder if he had the gun on him the whole time or if he went and got it from his car when he walked out? Not that it matters. The movie they were there to see was Lone Survivor which features a beautiful tribute before and after to people who fight and die for their country. People dying oversees in war is hard enough to take but to die in a movie theater for texting? There are hardly words to describe how sad and ridiculous that is. It makes me so angry that people take guns and killing so casually. Like it just something to do.
I heard on the news last week that a Girl Scout selling cookies door to door had a gun pulled on her. Apparently, a man answered the door with a gun at his side. He pointed the gun at her saying she should know better then to come to his door before slamming the door shut. Who even knows why. Her dad saw it happen, called the police and he was taken into custody.
It's a crazy world we live in. I used to sell Girl Scout cookies door to door and I don't think anyone would ever imagine back then that something like this would happen. I also used walk to and from school in junior high and now if I had kids I'd be terrified of having them walk to school when kids are being kidnapped right out of their homes.
There are too many crazies in the world and sadly it just seems to be getting worse.
House Arrest
2.05.2014
I really appreciate all of your comments on my last post. I was so scared! It was nice to see some of the comments before surgery. I gave myself a pass and didn't reply, but this is me giving you a big giant reply all thank you right now.
Friday was a really long day. As long as it was for me it was even longer for MJ since I was basically unconscious for part of it. We left the house around 8:30 and didn't get home until around 7pm. It was all very organized but there were many stations to get through. We checked in, I was sent to pre op where I got these cute little purple non skid socks with white paws on them and a purple gown. The coolest thing about this gown is that it had a ventilation system. When I got all trembly and freaked out about the IV they were able to put the hose right into a hole and heat me up from the inside out. I really need something like that for work where it's always freezing.
I was in surgery for 3 1/2 hours. When they wheeled me into the operating room Wake Me Up by Avicci was playing. Usually I listen to that song at the gym but it was perfect operation music. "So wake me up when it's all over." So they woke me up when it was all over and I had 3 holes in my belly. My first thought was; I did it!! It's over!! Once the anesthesia wore off I moved onto the final recovery station before you get to go home. It took me about an hour to eat 2 crackers because I was still nauseated. I nibbled on them like a rabbit and was rewarded with two Percocet. They don't rush you, but I was really tired and I know MJ was probably really over it by then. Once I finally finished those crackers I moved onto next challenge. Nobody goes home unless they demonstrate the ability to get up and go potty. Less then two hours after surgery I was standing up and hobbling my way to the bathroom. Standing up brought on more nausea so I asked for a barf bag just in case but I didn't need it.
I'm a big wimp and a huge chicken. Like most people I hate needles and pain. Surgery it not exactly something you put on your list of monthly goals but it felt like a big accomplishment. As I was wheeled out of the hospital I felt really proud of myself for being stronger then I thought I would be. MJ thought I'd be a complete disaster but I wasn't. I didn't even take the anti anxiety meds that I asked my doctor to prescribe in case I needed it to get in the door. The worse part really, was getting the IV-which they had to do twice because apparently I have tiny veins. After that you are knocked out for everything else that's gonna hurt. My doctor the surgeon was awesome and everyone was so nice. The pre op room is huge and kind of like an assembly line with rows of patients on each side waiting for the operating room but the nurses are so attentive. There is an entire team dedicated to getting you prepped, attending to your surgery and then taking care of you after. They made me feel very comfortable and well cared for from start to finish.
On the day of surgery I ate 9 crackers. 2 at the hospital and 7 later that night. I call it the surgery diet. I don't recommend it. On Saturday I was still eating light. MJ had football in the morning so my parents came down early to be with me. My mom is so sweet. She brought flowers and made me soup. By Sunday my appetite was back to normal. I've been eating leftovers for 3 days from a super bowl party I didn't even attend. MJ went to his friend's house (with my blessing) to watch the game. I ate a slice of pizza for dinner two nights in a row and today I started in on the Chili.
On night one I was almost in tears trying to get up for the bathroom in the middle of the night but it's taking me less time to get up now and I'm getting more and more mobile every day. Being forced to sleep on my back all night makes it hard to get comfortable and I miss cuddling with MJ but overall I'm doing okay. The drugs are doing their thing so I haven't really been in too much pain. Mostly just discomfort. Every time I move. Totally manageable.
Friday was a really long day. As long as it was for me it was even longer for MJ since I was basically unconscious for part of it. We left the house around 8:30 and didn't get home until around 7pm. It was all very organized but there were many stations to get through. We checked in, I was sent to pre op where I got these cute little purple non skid socks with white paws on them and a purple gown. The coolest thing about this gown is that it had a ventilation system. When I got all trembly and freaked out about the IV they were able to put the hose right into a hole and heat me up from the inside out. I really need something like that for work where it's always freezing.
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| My own surgery collage. I look so awesome I couldn't just decide on one. |
I'm a big wimp and a huge chicken. Like most people I hate needles and pain. Surgery it not exactly something you put on your list of monthly goals but it felt like a big accomplishment. As I was wheeled out of the hospital I felt really proud of myself for being stronger then I thought I would be. MJ thought I'd be a complete disaster but I wasn't. I didn't even take the anti anxiety meds that I asked my doctor to prescribe in case I needed it to get in the door. The worse part really, was getting the IV-which they had to do twice because apparently I have tiny veins. After that you are knocked out for everything else that's gonna hurt. My doctor the surgeon was awesome and everyone was so nice. The pre op room is huge and kind of like an assembly line with rows of patients on each side waiting for the operating room but the nurses are so attentive. There is an entire team dedicated to getting you prepped, attending to your surgery and then taking care of you after. They made me feel very comfortable and well cared for from start to finish.
On the day of surgery I ate 9 crackers. 2 at the hospital and 7 later that night. I call it the surgery diet. I don't recommend it. On Saturday I was still eating light. MJ had football in the morning so my parents came down early to be with me. My mom is so sweet. She brought flowers and made me soup. By Sunday my appetite was back to normal. I've been eating leftovers for 3 days from a super bowl party I didn't even attend. MJ went to his friend's house (with my blessing) to watch the game. I ate a slice of pizza for dinner two nights in a row and today I started in on the Chili.
On night one I was almost in tears trying to get up for the bathroom in the middle of the night but it's taking me less time to get up now and I'm getting more and more mobile every day. Being forced to sleep on my back all night makes it hard to get comfortable and I miss cuddling with MJ but overall I'm doing okay. The drugs are doing their thing so I haven't really been in too much pain. Mostly just discomfort. Every time I move. Totally manageable.
MJ has been taking such good care of me. He makes sure I take my pills, he feeds me. He took my bandages off when I was too scared too look at my incisions and coaxed me into the shower when I was afraid of getting them wet. You gotta love a guy who helps you put on your underwear when you can barely stand up, waits on you hand and foot, sees you in tired old baggy pajamas for days and still calls you cute. He's the best. I don't know what I would have done without him. I am mad at him for "accidentally" scaring me so bad that I screamed hard enough to hurt my belly. He's really going to have to stop that when we get old or he might cause a heart attack.
It's still really hard to believe that my only job for at least two weeks is to rest. I can't drive. I'm not supposed to be cleaning, doing errands or working out. I can sit on the couch watching TV all day long and be a total and complete bum without guilt. How often does one get an opportunity like this? Pretty much never and it sucks that it requires major surgery to get it, but I'll take it. I haven't gone anywhere since Friday's surgery. It's like being on house arrest without the ankle bracelet and the introvert that I am is totally embracing it. Normally I loathe the rain but after months of oddly warmer temps we finally got some. I didn't mind it one bit because I got to burrow under the covers all morning and then spend all day in jammies. I got out of bed when I felt like it and gingerly made my way downstairs to set up camp on the couch.
Mj thinks I'll get sick of it but I'm not so sure.
It's still really hard to believe that my only job for at least two weeks is to rest. I can't drive. I'm not supposed to be cleaning, doing errands or working out. I can sit on the couch watching TV all day long and be a total and complete bum without guilt. How often does one get an opportunity like this? Pretty much never and it sucks that it requires major surgery to get it, but I'll take it. I haven't gone anywhere since Friday's surgery. It's like being on house arrest without the ankle bracelet and the introvert that I am is totally embracing it. Normally I loathe the rain but after months of oddly warmer temps we finally got some. I didn't mind it one bit because I got to burrow under the covers all morning and then spend all day in jammies. I got out of bed when I felt like it and gingerly made my way downstairs to set up camp on the couch.
Mj thinks I'll get sick of it but I'm not so sure.
Scared
2.01.2014
I really hate hospitals. Who doesn't? Every time I go to one I see something I wish I hadn't seen. After I see it I can't just unsee it so there it is burning an impression in my mind until it finally fades away and I move onto something else to obsess over.
I was there for an MRI. Gosh those machines are huge and loud. I had dye injected in one arm and an organ relaxer in the other. I'm so glad I didn't know that MRI's can come with shots or else it would have been one more thing for me to worry about. I didn't find out until just before I changed into my lovely hospital gown. I survived and then I headed to the lab to do my blood work and went back to work only to feel like crap about 30 minutes later and have to leave early. I guess it was all just a little too much for me. When I got home I laid between the cool sheets burrowed under the covers and thought to myself that this time in two days I'm probably going to feel about 10x worse then this. Maybe 50x worse even. I napped and was thankful to feel like my old self again in a few hours.
Do yourself a favor and don't google your surgery before you have it. I mean, it's a good idea to be well informed and the internet is nothing if not informative but the two weeks that I spent obsessively dredging the internet for every possible horror story known to man was pretty exhausting. I mean, chances are you can't not do it but just know that it's probably going to freak you out more then anything. It's really, really hard not to think of all the things that could go wrong but at some point you must take a chill pill and let it go.
If you are reading this right now it means I'm on my way to the hospital and it's taken a lot of soul searching, anxiety and second guessing to get here. It's a hard decision to make when there are no solid answers. About anything. I haven't mentioned it to anyone I know outside of family. Telling it makes it real. Your last day at works makes it even more real. I'm sort of in denial that it's happening because technically, even up until the moment I arrived at the hospital I could change my mind and bolt. I never saw myself doing that but you can't tell someone that you are having surgery one day and then show up for happy hour the next. You don't tell someone something like that unless you know for certain that you are which I did; except I like to keep my options open until the very last minute. I have a very difficult time making decisions about even the smallest most insignificant things let alone the slicing of my skin. If you are reading this right now it means I waited until the very last moment to hit publish just in case I changed my mind even though I knew that I wouldn't.
I wasn't sure if I'd mention it here, but it felt really weird not to. Not that I tell you everything because I don't but this is a big deal and this is my blog and it really just felt like I should. I don't know if or when I will feel comfortable talking about what kind of surgery I'm having but I know that today is not that day. This is my first "real" surgery anesthesia and all so I don't know how I'm going to feel or what to expect. If I'm not active in blog land you'll know why.
Oh, and that thing I saw at the hospital that I wish I could unsee was a deceased person. Not exactly the kind of thing you want to see on the eve of your first surgery or EVER for that matter. Lying on a stretcher snugly wrapped in a blue blanket from head to toe was the unmistakable form of a person who had taken their last breath. The worst thing about it is that the guy was lost. He rolled that stretcher up and down the hallway right past me twice trying to figure out where he was going. The MRI's are done on the basement level and I think that's also where the morgue is.
I can't unsee it but I'm desperately trying to push that image out of my mind. It's routine surgery. The people who love me tell me that I will be okay and as terrified as I am I believe them. I am young. I'm healthy. I'm strong. I plan on taking lots of drugs. I'll be okay.
I was there for an MRI. Gosh those machines are huge and loud. I had dye injected in one arm and an organ relaxer in the other. I'm so glad I didn't know that MRI's can come with shots or else it would have been one more thing for me to worry about. I didn't find out until just before I changed into my lovely hospital gown. I survived and then I headed to the lab to do my blood work and went back to work only to feel like crap about 30 minutes later and have to leave early. I guess it was all just a little too much for me. When I got home I laid between the cool sheets burrowed under the covers and thought to myself that this time in two days I'm probably going to feel about 10x worse then this. Maybe 50x worse even. I napped and was thankful to feel like my old self again in a few hours.
Do yourself a favor and don't google your surgery before you have it. I mean, it's a good idea to be well informed and the internet is nothing if not informative but the two weeks that I spent obsessively dredging the internet for every possible horror story known to man was pretty exhausting. I mean, chances are you can't not do it but just know that it's probably going to freak you out more then anything. It's really, really hard not to think of all the things that could go wrong but at some point you must take a chill pill and let it go.
If you are reading this right now it means I'm on my way to the hospital and it's taken a lot of soul searching, anxiety and second guessing to get here. It's a hard decision to make when there are no solid answers. About anything. I haven't mentioned it to anyone I know outside of family. Telling it makes it real. Your last day at works makes it even more real. I'm sort of in denial that it's happening because technically, even up until the moment I arrived at the hospital I could change my mind and bolt. I never saw myself doing that but you can't tell someone that you are having surgery one day and then show up for happy hour the next. You don't tell someone something like that unless you know for certain that you are which I did; except I like to keep my options open until the very last minute. I have a very difficult time making decisions about even the smallest most insignificant things let alone the slicing of my skin. If you are reading this right now it means I waited until the very last moment to hit publish just in case I changed my mind even though I knew that I wouldn't.
I wasn't sure if I'd mention it here, but it felt really weird not to. Not that I tell you everything because I don't but this is a big deal and this is my blog and it really just felt like I should. I don't know if or when I will feel comfortable talking about what kind of surgery I'm having but I know that today is not that day. This is my first "real" surgery anesthesia and all so I don't know how I'm going to feel or what to expect. If I'm not active in blog land you'll know why.
Oh, and that thing I saw at the hospital that I wish I could unsee was a deceased person. Not exactly the kind of thing you want to see on the eve of your first surgery or EVER for that matter. Lying on a stretcher snugly wrapped in a blue blanket from head to toe was the unmistakable form of a person who had taken their last breath. The worst thing about it is that the guy was lost. He rolled that stretcher up and down the hallway right past me twice trying to figure out where he was going. The MRI's are done on the basement level and I think that's also where the morgue is.
I can't unsee it but I'm desperately trying to push that image out of my mind. It's routine surgery. The people who love me tell me that I will be okay and as terrified as I am I believe them. I am young. I'm healthy. I'm strong. I plan on taking lots of drugs. I'll be okay.
Please send good thoughts my way. I'll check in when I can.
Restaurant Snob?
1.28.2014
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| Biggest Naan I've ever seen and the best |
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| Top: Chicken Tikka Bottom: Chicken Shawarma |
When I go out I want unique decor details and menu items that you can't get anywhere else. I enjoy ambiance and an interesting vibe. I love the friendly service and homey atmosphere that I get in little mom and pop places. They seem to pay more attention to the quality of the food they serve and I like supporting small businesses. It doesn't have to be fancy or hip. We like discovering hole in the wall spots and places outside the trendy happening areas. We are always open to trying new places and if the food and service is good we'll be back. One of our new favorite spots is a place right down the street from us in a strip mall. There is nothing fancy about it but the food is good, the people are friendly and we feel at home there. MJ is such a regular they know him by name.
I haven't sworn off chain restaurants indefinitely but it's not going to be my first choice and I'm not necessarily planning to go to one anytime soon. I can't go the rest of my life without ever tasting Red Lobster's cheddar bay biscuits again and I have only found one restaurant that has lasagna I like as much Olive Garden's. They say it's frozen but I don't care. Even Italy couldn't outdo Lasagna Classico. And those bread sticks. Denny's is a sentimental favorite of mine too. I grew up going there and it was always my Birthday dinner pick. My how times have changed.
Maybe I'm turning into a restaurant/food snob but I like to feel like I'm having some type of culinary experience. I don't need a mouthwash dispenser in the bathroom but if I'm spending my time and money I want it to feel worth it and special in some way. Chains just don't do it for me like they used to.
Nude is Boring
1.26.2014
Nude nude is exciting but apparently a nude bra is not and the husband was starting to notice. Why don't you ever wear the pretty colored
bras? I have pink and blue and grey with lace; all of which he bought
me by the way since I'm too boring practical to buy
anything but nude or black. I explained to him that a nude seamless bra is a staple in
a woman's lingerie arsenal because it goes well under absolutely
everything. I can put it on even if I don't know what I'm wearing yet
and I automatically know that it's going to work under whatever I walk
out the door in. Plus, nude technically matches every single panty in
my drawer. Boring, but practical. Since he notices such things I've
been making an effort to put the more colorful bras into rotation. And that's why I picked this bright blue bra from Adore Me.
Can I just say how much I love the Enika Push up? This is the first non Victoria's Secret bra that I've owned in pretty much forever so I wasn't sure what to expect. The material on the hipster panties is so stretchy and hugs my booty just right. I won't have to worry about it riding up which I hate and the bra gives me the perfect amount of push up.
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I Follow Kids on Instagram
1.24.2014
I confess that I totally forgot about jury duty over Christmas Break. I meant to
cancel it but then forgot and it dawned on me after New Year's that I
was supposed to go. I checked the website and it said "served" but I
was still freaking out thinking I'd end up with a warrant out for my
arrest so I called. I did jury duty without actually doing it. My name
was called for a group that didn't get sent to a courtroom so even
though I never showed up they checked me off as time served. Easiest
jury duty service I've ever done.
I cried almost to the point of sobbing watching Lone Survivor. You know how if a baby starts to cry parents should take them out of the theater so as not to disturb other guests? Well, I was that baby that would have had to leave if I couldn't get control of my tears. It was so good and very well done but so sad. It made my heart so heavy for the families who have lost their military men or have to deal with the fear of having a man in such a high risk occupation.
I confess that sometimes when I'm having an "ugly" day I
snap a selfie. Sometimes it confirms my suspicions and other times I am
pleasantly surprised.
I've lost the ability to open our package delivery mailbox. When USPS delivers a large package they put it in the larger box and put a key in our mailbox to open it. It didn't used to be a problem but one day I tried opening it and couldn't. I tried and tried on multiple days and even left a note saying that the key was defective. It turns out I'm defective. MJ can get it open; I can't. When a package comes he has to get it or else it will never come out. I don't even want to think about what to do if a package comes in while he's out of the country.
I confess that I follow pre teen dancers on Instagram. What can I say? I love Dance in general and Dance Mom's in particular so I started following Nia, Maddie and Chloe. They are so cute! Then through those accounts I ended up following a few other dancers. They are so flexible and they post really beautiful pics with their backs bent in half and legs at a backwards 90 degree angle. Do they have bones? I mean look at this girl. It's not natural. These kids are REALLY popular. Ashi has 177k and Kalanih has 233k followers!!!
I confess that when I'm doing yoga and the instructor gives certain directions sometimes I have no idea what they are talking about but I try to do it anyways. Here are some examples: The tailbone meets the pubis and the pubis still meets tailbone. Feel the undulation of your breath moving through your spine. Breathe into your side ribs. Move your sacrum deep into the body. Connect your legs to the length of your spine. Keep the skin of the back smooth, breathing and open. Draw the energy of your legs into your spine. Uh...what was that??
I still don't understand the i cloud. I love it that it allows me to sync my i Pad with my i Phone so I probably just need to give up on understanding the how and just be glad that it does whatever it does however it does it.
Linking up with Leslie @Blonde Ambition.
I cried almost to the point of sobbing watching Lone Survivor. You know how if a baby starts to cry parents should take them out of the theater so as not to disturb other guests? Well, I was that baby that would have had to leave if I couldn't get control of my tears. It was so good and very well done but so sad. It made my heart so heavy for the families who have lost their military men or have to deal with the fear of having a man in such a high risk occupation.
I've lost the ability to open our package delivery mailbox. When USPS delivers a large package they put it in the larger box and put a key in our mailbox to open it. It didn't used to be a problem but one day I tried opening it and couldn't. I tried and tried on multiple days and even left a note saying that the key was defective. It turns out I'm defective. MJ can get it open; I can't. When a package comes he has to get it or else it will never come out. I don't even want to think about what to do if a package comes in while he's out of the country.
I confess that I follow pre teen dancers on Instagram. What can I say? I love Dance in general and Dance Mom's in particular so I started following Nia, Maddie and Chloe. They are so cute! Then through those accounts I ended up following a few other dancers. They are so flexible and they post really beautiful pics with their backs bent in half and legs at a backwards 90 degree angle. Do they have bones? I mean look at this girl. It's not natural. These kids are REALLY popular. Ashi has 177k and Kalanih has 233k followers!!!
I confess that when I'm doing yoga and the instructor gives certain directions sometimes I have no idea what they are talking about but I try to do it anyways. Here are some examples: The tailbone meets the pubis and the pubis still meets tailbone. Feel the undulation of your breath moving through your spine. Breathe into your side ribs. Move your sacrum deep into the body. Connect your legs to the length of your spine. Keep the skin of the back smooth, breathing and open. Draw the energy of your legs into your spine. Uh...what was that??
I still don't understand the i cloud. I love it that it allows me to sync my i Pad with my i Phone so I probably just need to give up on understanding the how and just be glad that it does whatever it does however it does it.
Linking up with Leslie @Blonde Ambition.
A Holiday Party in January
1.20.2014
I'm really proud of MJ for putting together such a nice outfit. There really aren't a whole lot of options for men. I guess he got sick of the same old button up shirt and tie and went with a bow tie and a cardigan. I think he rocked it. He looked so cute!
The weather is still freakishly warm here. It's warm enough to have a Fourth of July BBQ in January too but we're going to the movies instead.
Walter Mitty and Chocolate Cake
1.14.2014
Saturday was date night. We went to Cineopolis to see The Secret Life of Walter Mitty. I loved it. It's one of those feel good movies that makes me feel enlightened and enriched in some way just from having watched it. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I'm surprised I didn't cry.
Walter Mitty is your average Joe like anyone else. He's been working in the basement level of Life Magazine for 16 years in the negative assets department and stresses out about keeping the bills paid. Life Magazine is transitioning from the print version of to Life Magazine Online. He is the timid, worker bee who hope that he still has a job when it's all said and done who is belittled by the hot shot jerk of a younger guy in charge of overseeing the transition. Day to day life is pretty mundane except when he goes into one of his trances and thinks of all the things he wishes he had the guts to say or the super human abilities to do. I think we all kind of do that. What if. If only. One day. I wish. Then suddenly he finds himself going to places and doing those things that he only dreamed about before. He goes from underdog to trailblazer and with it comes a confidence that he didn't have before.
In the movie the Life Magazine mission statement is: “To see the world, things dangerous to come to, to see behind walls, draw closer, to find each other and to feel. That is the purpose of life.” The words are vague and broad and yet so universally specific at the same time. I think we can all find meaning in it.
One of my favorite quotes from the movie is when one of the characters says, "Beautiful things don't ask for attention." This really stood out for me in it's simplicity. In this day and age of me, me, me and the non stop social media attention seeking frenzy it's a really refreshing way to look at things. What makes you beautiful? Your great smile or 100 likes on Instagram? Just be. Do beautiful things and be your beautiful self without regard to who's watching and what everyone thinks about it. That in and of itself is beautiful.
The movie definitely raises some questions in terms of how realistic it is. Is there really a Papa John's in Greenland? Is it really possible to get cell phone reception in Iceland? Is e Harmony really $500 per year? But it's a movie. I loved the storyline so much that I really didn't care about the actual reality of such things. The acting was great, the characters were touching and I loved the story and there was even a little bit of romance. I give it a thumbs up.
After the movie MJ was in the mood for chocolate so we went over to this really cute restaurant called D Bar. We sat at the dessert bar so we got to see the chef's putting together all of these tasty looking desserts. This three layer chocolate cake was really good and it came with a vanilla shake. How adorable is this presentation? They really pay attention to detail there. The couple next to us had Bacon Macaroni and Cheese that looked really good so we will be going back and that's definitely what I'll be getting.
Walter Mitty is your average Joe like anyone else. He's been working in the basement level of Life Magazine for 16 years in the negative assets department and stresses out about keeping the bills paid. Life Magazine is transitioning from the print version of to Life Magazine Online. He is the timid, worker bee who hope that he still has a job when it's all said and done who is belittled by the hot shot jerk of a younger guy in charge of overseeing the transition. Day to day life is pretty mundane except when he goes into one of his trances and thinks of all the things he wishes he had the guts to say or the super human abilities to do. I think we all kind of do that. What if. If only. One day. I wish. Then suddenly he finds himself going to places and doing those things that he only dreamed about before. He goes from underdog to trailblazer and with it comes a confidence that he didn't have before.
In the movie the Life Magazine mission statement is: “To see the world, things dangerous to come to, to see behind walls, draw closer, to find each other and to feel. That is the purpose of life.” The words are vague and broad and yet so universally specific at the same time. I think we can all find meaning in it.
One of my favorite quotes from the movie is when one of the characters says, "Beautiful things don't ask for attention." This really stood out for me in it's simplicity. In this day and age of me, me, me and the non stop social media attention seeking frenzy it's a really refreshing way to look at things. What makes you beautiful? Your great smile or 100 likes on Instagram? Just be. Do beautiful things and be your beautiful self without regard to who's watching and what everyone thinks about it. That in and of itself is beautiful.
The movie definitely raises some questions in terms of how realistic it is. Is there really a Papa John's in Greenland? Is it really possible to get cell phone reception in Iceland? Is e Harmony really $500 per year? But it's a movie. I loved the storyline so much that I really didn't care about the actual reality of such things. The acting was great, the characters were touching and I loved the story and there was even a little bit of romance. I give it a thumbs up.
Junk in My Trunk
1.10.2014
I haven't done a confessions post in a while. So here goes.
I confess that I'm having a really good hair day and I kind of feel like it's going to waste since I have no plans today.
I confess that I always grab an extra Splenda or two..or three. And sometimes I'll grab an extra Creamer...or two. Does that make me a thief? I am a paying customer. I just like to take a little extra for the road.
I confess that I reuse sandwich bags. Even the cheap ones that don't close at the top. If I pack something like carrots the bag is barely used. I like to get my use out of things.
I confess that I'm still wearing nail polish from Maui. It was this pretty matte mint green color and it matched my bikini. Well, it doesn't look so good anymore and I probably won't be in that bikini for another 6 months so....yeah, time to take it off before MJ starts asking me what's up with my toe nails. I'm surprised he hasn't already.
While we're at it I confess that I've always hated my feet. I have really long toes and the 2nd toe overlaps the big toe. I didn't where open toed shoes until after college. It took me even longer to get my first pedicure and when I was dating someone I was always afraid to let them see my feet. Like, deep breath...this could be a deal breaker. I'm over it though, for the most part. I'm still not a fan but it's not a major source of embarrassment and I don't hide them in shame anymore. Unless I really need a pedicure, like now.
I confess that I've got a lot of junk in my trunk. Not my butt, although I do feel that it's pretty substantial. I'm talking about my actual trunk. In my car. And the contents of my glove compartment spring forward when you open it. Every other part of my car is neat as pin. I promise. The trunk is not nearly as bad as it used to be. I used to use it as extra storage when I lived in my tiny studio. Now I just have a few things bumping around back there that I apparently don't need considering they've been back there for over a year. I've always thought that the way people keep their car is a reflection of how they keep their homes. In my case it's true. The guest rooms are messy but the main areas that everyone sees are neat.
I confess that I've tracked my calories every single day since I got my iPhone in December of 2009. I even track when I'm on vacation even though I don't like what I see. Four years ago Lose it! was the first app I downloaded. That's either really awesome or really ridiculous depending on how you look at it. It's just something I do. Lose It! is so sweet. They rewarded me with free premium membership for life. My commitment has not gone unnoticed.
HAPPY FRIDAY!!!
Linking up with Leslie from A Blonde Ambition.
I confess that I'm having a really good hair day and I kind of feel like it's going to waste since I have no plans today.
I confess that I always grab an extra Splenda or two..or three. And sometimes I'll grab an extra Creamer...or two. Does that make me a thief? I am a paying customer. I just like to take a little extra for the road.
I confess that I reuse sandwich bags. Even the cheap ones that don't close at the top. If I pack something like carrots the bag is barely used. I like to get my use out of things.
While we're at it I confess that I've always hated my feet. I have really long toes and the 2nd toe overlaps the big toe. I didn't where open toed shoes until after college. It took me even longer to get my first pedicure and when I was dating someone I was always afraid to let them see my feet. Like, deep breath...this could be a deal breaker. I'm over it though, for the most part. I'm still not a fan but it's not a major source of embarrassment and I don't hide them in shame anymore. Unless I really need a pedicure, like now.
I confess that I've got a lot of junk in my trunk. Not my butt, although I do feel that it's pretty substantial. I'm talking about my actual trunk. In my car. And the contents of my glove compartment spring forward when you open it. Every other part of my car is neat as pin. I promise. The trunk is not nearly as bad as it used to be. I used to use it as extra storage when I lived in my tiny studio. Now I just have a few things bumping around back there that I apparently don't need considering they've been back there for over a year. I've always thought that the way people keep their car is a reflection of how they keep their homes. In my case it's true. The guest rooms are messy but the main areas that everyone sees are neat.
I confess that I've tracked my calories every single day since I got my iPhone in December of 2009. I even track when I'm on vacation even though I don't like what I see. Four years ago Lose it! was the first app I downloaded. That's either really awesome or really ridiculous depending on how you look at it. It's just something I do. Lose It! is so sweet. They rewarded me with free premium membership for life. My commitment has not gone unnoticed.
HAPPY FRIDAY!!!
Linking up with Leslie from A Blonde Ambition.
Do Travel Plans Count as New Years Resolutions?
1.06.2014
Was New Year's Eve just last week? Seriously. It already feels like it was a lifetime ago. I went back to work on Thursday and it flew by for some odd reason. I think that we were still in shock that we were there. After 12 days of being off we didn't quite know what was going on. Friday went slower. And now it's back to Monday.
The tree came down Friday. You can't imagine how excited I was to come home from work on Friday to an X Box playing husband who had already taken down the tree, put every thing away, cleaned up all the pine needles AND put together our new wine bar. I love the tree but I really hate the mess of it and taking it down is not nearly as exciting as putting it up. I was really thankful to him for taking care of that. It's so nice to have a husband that takes care of business.
I used to make resolutions every year but I've definitely lost my resolution making mojo. I didn't make any New Year's resolutions this year, I didn't make any last year either and two years ago I only had three. Finishing my novel is a given. It's something I plan to do and I'm actively working on it. No need to list that. There are some non tangible things I want to work on within myself and as much as I like lists I'm just not compelled to list it. Not right now anyways. It kind of makes me feel like a slacker not to march into the New Year armed with a list of intentions but I just don't have it in me to do it.
Do travel plans count? I resolve to travel next year. Apparently we can't function without having a vacation booked so 6 days into the new year we've already locked that down. In June we will be heading down to the Cancun area to stay at an all inclusive resort for 8 days. I have done the all inclusive cruise thing but never at a resort so I'm really excited. Did I say that drinks including alcoholic beverages are also included? In September we are going to New York City. Neither one of us has been there in a really long time. so I'm super excited about that too. There will probably be a long weekend getaway or two thrown in there somewhere also. Las Vegas and/or Sedona most likely.
So here goes. Publish. And that makes 2 sort of non resolutions.
The tree came down Friday. You can't imagine how excited I was to come home from work on Friday to an X Box playing husband who had already taken down the tree, put every thing away, cleaned up all the pine needles AND put together our new wine bar. I love the tree but I really hate the mess of it and taking it down is not nearly as exciting as putting it up. I was really thankful to him for taking care of that. It's so nice to have a husband that takes care of business.
I used to make resolutions every year but I've definitely lost my resolution making mojo. I didn't make any New Year's resolutions this year, I didn't make any last year either and two years ago I only had three. Finishing my novel is a given. It's something I plan to do and I'm actively working on it. No need to list that. There are some non tangible things I want to work on within myself and as much as I like lists I'm just not compelled to list it. Not right now anyways. It kind of makes me feel like a slacker not to march into the New Year armed with a list of intentions but I just don't have it in me to do it.
Do travel plans count? I resolve to travel next year. Apparently we can't function without having a vacation booked so 6 days into the new year we've already locked that down. In June we will be heading down to the Cancun area to stay at an all inclusive resort for 8 days. I have done the all inclusive cruise thing but never at a resort so I'm really excited. Did I say that drinks including alcoholic beverages are also included? In September we are going to New York City. Neither one of us has been there in a really long time. so I'm super excited about that too. There will probably be a long weekend getaway or two thrown in there somewhere also. Las Vegas and/or Sedona most likely.
MJ made these yummy cinnamon rolls from scratch. See the un frosted one in the corner specially for me? He had cream cheese that would have expired if he didn't use it up so it was the only logical solution. As if anyone needs more sweets right now. Hopefully our co workers will gobble them up so we don't have to bring home any left overs.
This post really has no point just like this picture really has nothing to do with this post and I'm totally aware of that. I've been blogging for a while now and written about a plethora of topics primarily myself. Do you ever feel like you've said everything that there is to say? Well, sometimes I feel like that. My life is not the exciting crazy train that it was in 2010 when there were major life changes happening. Wedding, new house, new job, honeymoon. Now that was an exciting year. Life lately is more settled and I'm very content. Sometimes my mind just feels like a blank slate. I may not have a picture or a profound particularly interesting or funny thought but I might still want to pop in and say hello. The writer in me finds it very difficult to hit publish without structure, rhyme and reason. I would never post randomly just to post five days a week but I love to write and this is my space to do so after all. I'm trying to allow myself the freedom to just write and be okay with hitting publish even if it doesn't feel "important" enough to warrant a blog post rather then not writing at all. If this were my journal that's what I'd do. And this kind of is; except that I have readers and I don't share all of my deepest darkest secrets here. I hope that's okay.So here goes. Publish. And that makes 2 sort of non resolutions.
Going out for NYE is not Overrated
1.02.2014
I had no intention of going out for New Year's Eve. I'm content to spend it on the couch watching countdowns and struggling to stay awake until midnight. Braving the crowds, drunk drivers and the cold was never the plan and I probably wouldn't have unless I was tricked. What had happened was that we were supposed to go to an ugly sweater party but it got cancelled. MJ tells me the couple that was hosting it wanted to know if we want to go to San Diego Beer Co instead. It's a restaurant so I assumed that meant dinner. Sure. I like hanging out with this couple. Dinner out will be nice and low key. Then the next day MJ tells me he bought tickets. Tickets to what? You don't buy tickets to dinner. So that's how I found out we were going out for New Years eve. Another communication fail.
We went to dinner downtown at Nicky Rotten's at 7pm. I opted for the Mac and Cheese instead of my usual salad. I'll order salads for the next month and be happy about it but I wanted to indulge for NYE so I did. We walked over to San Diego Beer Company at 9 and we didn't leave there until about 2 am.
MJ and I
have been together for five years and the most we've ever done is go to a
friends house. I can't remember the last time I was out partying on
New Years Eve...if ever. Turns out going out for New Years Eve is a lot of fun.
I mean, I figured it would be once I got past the whole figuring out what to wear, putting on make up and dragging myself out of the house part. Everyone is in such a festive mood. There is a lot of sequins and cardboard tiaras. People going out for NYE are ready to par-tay and they mean business. The bar was was packed with people trying to get the bartenders attention. The place was crowded but not too crowded and we had a table to sit at for the night. At midnight we did a group tequila shot toast. Yes, tequila not champagne...and shared a big old sloppy kiss. Major PDA overload. We gave up our table after that so we could hit the dance floor. More PDA. I had so much fun that I might not even need to
be tricked into it next time. Well, maybe I will. The thought of going out is just soooo exhausting. I'd almost rather that I don't have a choice because 9/10 I'll pick the couch even though once I'm "forced" out I have a good time.
We spent $60 in cab fare but for four that's not too bad. And it's cheaper then a DUI. The restaurant for dinner was reasonably priced but the cost of drinks do add up. MJ spent $30 on our tickets that we now realize we didn't need to. It was free before 10pm. Lesson learned there. I don't think we spent more because it was NYE then we might have on any other night. It was basically a double date; dinner and out to a bar that turned into a club after 10pm. Nothing too extravagant. And I'm excited that we'll be hanging out with this couple again in a few weeks for MJ's company holiday party. I'm just a regular party animal over here!!
I'm a homebody by nature. I like the couch and I love my pajamas but along the way I'm realizing that going out is just one more way to keep you feeling young and keep your relationship young. You know, keep it fresh. And you are never too old to do it; even if your sore hips and inability to stay up past 10pm on most nights tell you otherwise. My parents who are in their 60's and have been married for 40 years went out. I enjoy going out and acting like I'm in my 20's minus the whole I'll never drink again hangover from hell routine. That part is NEVER fun and if it happens on a regular basis when you are in your 30's you probably have some serious issues. I like flirting and dirty dancing with my husband. I like for him to see me all dolled up and I think I have more fun going out as a married couple then I did as a single girl. It happens a handful of times a year which is plenty and when it does we have a lot of fun with it.
We have a good time whether were are watching TV on the couch or dancing at a club. I don't really care so much where we celebrate or how we celebrate as
long as we're doing it together.
An 80 Degree Christmas
12.29.2013
It's been about 80 degrees all week. I keep expecting it to
be cold outside. Or at least cooler, but it's not and the only thing I
don't like is that it's too warm for Uggs. I have two pairs and I don't get to wear them
nearly enough but I'm not complaining.
We had a great Christmas. Presents first thing in the morning. MJ knocked it out of the park as usual. He picked out this great Fossil Cross body bag for me all by himself. It seemed just a little bit too small so we ended up exchanging it on base for the "big sister" version. It's large enough to hold the DSLR and a sweater and anything else I'll need to carry with me. It will be perfect for travel. It has tons of pockets and I LOVE it. I also love it that he picked it for me. I'm not sure how he ended up being the purse guy but he's bought every new purse I've owned since we met. He also got me a Victoria's Secret Pink sweat suit and brassiere a remote and a flash for the DSLR. He knows me so well and he's so sweet and I'm so lucky to have him. I always feel like such a turd after he spoils me. My mom got me a few really nice and thoughtful things too. I got MJ the basketball shoes he wanted and surprised him with a new pair of dress shoes to replace his old beat up ones. I also got him a lunch box; nothing big, just something he needed.
We ate a quick breakfast before we rushed to meet my parents for the movies. I'm so glad everyone was in agreement on seeing Catching Fire. In preparation I watched Hunger Games again the night before in bed alone on my iPad. I cried when Rue died just like I did the first time around and then I cried again when I saw her family on Catching Fire. So, so sad and the movie was so good. I really can't wait for Mocking Jay.
Dinner was at mom's house but in a different house then it's always been before. They sold my childhood home a few months ago and this was my first time at the new place. It's weird not going to the house that they've lived in since I was 5. My house. The one that held so many memories. My Dad is already retired and my mom plans to retire next year so this was a good move for them. They are only a few miles from the old house and they still have a ton of space in the townhouse they are renting. They are happy there and I'm happy for them as they move into this new life stage. My mom made a delicious meal and I finally got the Mac and Cheese that I was missing on Thanksgiving. I took some home too.
I'm feeling really bad for my older sister. She spent Christmas dealing with an eye disorder flare up that's been plaguing her for the last 4 months. Her family spent Christmas Day at a hotel near Duke University hospital. She's been in and out of the ER all week long. She had to travel 3 hours from home a few days before Christmas, have eye surgery the day after Christmas and came home on Friday. They did presents on Saturday. DJ doesn't know the difference. He's 3. Christmas is whenever his parents tell him it is. Poor thing. I hope the doctor's can finally figure out what's causing it and make it stop.
There have been times when I've had so many shows piling up in the DVR that I couldn't keep up but now that I have plenty of time there is nothing there to watch. This time a year is a dead zone for TV. House Hunters isn't even coming on right now so I've been watching a lot of Netflix. The day after Christmas I ran to the mall early to exchange something and then spent a few hours at my favorite coffee shop writing. On Friday MJ was off too so we ran errands together. Saturday I stayed home all day long. I got some writing done in the morning and then pretty much relaxed the day away. More of the same today. I did yoga first thing in the morning. I'm making dinner for the 2nd time in 2 weeks which is kind of a big deal for me...and my husband.
Friday felt like a Saturday. I never want this staycation to end! We finally made it through all of the baked goods but there is plenty of wine. This is what $170 worth of wine looks like. Yesterday I turned Pandora to the Christmas channel and the lights on the tree come on every day. I'm holding onto the holidays and my staycation for as long as I can.
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| My Fossil Cross Body |
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| Me and my beautiful mama |
There have been times when I've had so many shows piling up in the DVR that I couldn't keep up but now that I have plenty of time there is nothing there to watch. This time a year is a dead zone for TV. House Hunters isn't even coming on right now so I've been watching a lot of Netflix. The day after Christmas I ran to the mall early to exchange something and then spent a few hours at my favorite coffee shop writing. On Friday MJ was off too so we ran errands together. Saturday I stayed home all day long. I got some writing done in the morning and then pretty much relaxed the day away. More of the same today. I did yoga first thing in the morning. I'm making dinner for the 2nd time in 2 weeks which is kind of a big deal for me...and my husband.
Friday felt like a Saturday. I never want this staycation to end! We finally made it through all of the baked goods but there is plenty of wine. This is what $170 worth of wine looks like. Yesterday I turned Pandora to the Christmas channel and the lights on the tree come on every day. I'm holding onto the holidays and my staycation for as long as I can.
'Twas the Night Before Christmas
12.24.2013
We've been together for five years and have never ordered Holiday cards together. He never wanted them. Ordering cards seemed too much like work so I didn't care either way. He doesn't remember this but I suggested it jokingly a few months before Christmas. He didn't even answer he just gave me a look. Which meant no. So imagine my surprise when he says out of the blue around Thanksgiving he says, "We should order Christmas cards this year." What? I about fell out of my chair. I was shocked but I went with it.
We decided to use a picture from Maui and ordered them from Tiny Prints. I love the way they turned out. They have a slight gloss to it. The envelopes are really thick. I didn't want a traditional holiday card. If you want green, red and Christmas trees they have it, but they also have a huge selection of non traditional cards. It was so hard to decide that I about lost my mind. As usual. I made about six samples by the time I finally picked one. I didn't order them until Tuesday of last week and we got them yesterday. They are kind of New Years cards too so it's fine that they won't go out until after Christmas right?
We do all of our Christmas stuff late. We didn't get our tree until the 14th and we'll probably take it down late too. I didn't start any of my holiday shopping until the Monday of the week before Christmas and he waited a few days longer then I did. I picked up one last present today. We keep it pretty simple in my family so I know I can get away with it. This year we did a couples gift exchange between us, my younger sister and her boyfriend and my older sister and her husband. My little sis set it up on Secret Santa.com so that we can post our wish list and then receive an anonymous e mail saying who to shop for. I don't want to spend the holidays running around stressing out about what to buy everyone and spending a ton of money. We've been doing this for about the last five years or so. At first I felt weird not buying something for my mom for Christmas especially since she can't help but get something for us even with the exchange but there is still Mother's day and her Birthday. We gave my parents a Hickory Farms gift set to enjoy. We are adults. We don't need a million presents anymore and the older we get the harder it is to find unique gifts for people that they don't already have. I have a 3 year old Nephew so I send him presents and I also shop for MJ but the family gift exchange cuts down on a lot of the crazy. I was able to do almost all of my shopping online to bypass the malls and the post office.
We decided to use a picture from Maui and ordered them from Tiny Prints. I love the way they turned out. They have a slight gloss to it. The envelopes are really thick. I didn't want a traditional holiday card. If you want green, red and Christmas trees they have it, but they also have a huge selection of non traditional cards. It was so hard to decide that I about lost my mind. As usual. I made about six samples by the time I finally picked one. I didn't order them until Tuesday of last week and we got them yesterday. They are kind of New Years cards too so it's fine that they won't go out until after Christmas right?
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| Happy Holidays from Maui |
I'm the worst gift giver EVER! MJ is so much better at it then I am. I can hardly ever think of what to get anyone and then when I finally do decide I agonize endlessly over exactly which kind and usually resort to gift cards. Which are nice and all but sometimes it's nice to give something more personal. He usually tells me a few things to choose from and if it's a good year I can usually come up with one or two things extra that might be a surprise.
I love our tree! It's nice and wide on the bottom. I think it's the best one we've had yet. We have a routine. We walk across the street to the Boy Scout tree farm set up in the Elk's lodge parking lot. MJ suggests a few trees and I protest a little that they are either too big or too expensive. He gets the one he wants anyways and then carries it across the street to our house. We put on Christmas carols. He puts up the lights and the pretty star. I pour myself some wine and then add all the rest of the ornaments and despite my fussing love the tree anyways.
I am really going to enjoy these two 12 days off from work; even though it already seems to be going by way too fast. MJ's been baking again. The house smells like freshly baked Apple Sauce cake and Chocolate chip cookies. I'm trying to be a good wife so there is a hot pot of Chili simmering on the stove for dinner. The holiday music is playing. I need to address our holiday cards and I have one more present to wrap. The only thing missing is a glass of wine but that's okay because I added some Bailey's Irish creme to my coffee earlier. It was a gift from my parents.
Happy Holidays to everyone!!!
I love our tree! It's nice and wide on the bottom. I think it's the best one we've had yet. We have a routine. We walk across the street to the Boy Scout tree farm set up in the Elk's lodge parking lot. MJ suggests a few trees and I protest a little that they are either too big or too expensive. He gets the one he wants anyways and then carries it across the street to our house. We put on Christmas carols. He puts up the lights and the pretty star. I pour myself some wine and then add all the rest of the ornaments and despite my fussing love the tree anyways.
I am really going to enjoy these two 12 days off from work; even though it already seems to be going by way too fast. MJ's been baking again. The house smells like freshly baked Apple Sauce cake and Chocolate chip cookies. I'm trying to be a good wife so there is a hot pot of Chili simmering on the stove for dinner. The holiday music is playing. I need to address our holiday cards and I have one more present to wrap. The only thing missing is a glass of wine but that's okay because I added some Bailey's Irish creme to my coffee earlier. It was a gift from my parents.
Happy Holidays to everyone!!!
Falling off the Wagon
12.23.2013
The vacation recaps are over so now I can finally talk about something else. Thanks to all who read or commented. It was really nice to hear from some of you that you actually enjoyed them.
I seriously had the most awesome work out today. My last day of work was Friday and I'm off until the day after New Years. One of the big reasons why I can't work anywhere else. I woke up in a great mood because I was laying down in bed instead of sitting up at my desk at work. I was happy to be going to the gym and it showed in my work out. Attitude is everything.
Confession. I've totally fallen off the exercise wagon. The work outs were becoming less and less per week until they just stopped. On Tuesday the week before my vacation I forced myself the gym and then realized I didn't pack a shirt when I got there so I left. I was secretly really glad and I could have come home and worked out but I didn't. I just said forget it and took it as a sign that I wasn't supposed to work out that week at all. I kinda feel like it was bound to happen at some point. It got cold, I was tired, and the holidays were coming. That's no excuse but I've been exercising consistently for the last 3 years and I just think I needed a break. I did not work out the week before my vacation nor the two weeks after and I've been really unmotivated since the beginning of last month. I'm planning on getting back into the swing of it this week while I'm off work and then continuing those good habits into the new year. So far so good. I worked out on Saturday and Sunday at home. Saturday I did 30 day shred and was happy to find that I can still do level 3 from start to finish even though I think it's been a good month since I've done it. Today and tomorrow is cardio at the gym.
So back to that awesome work out. Once I got started I really felt like I could go on forever. I know a big part of it is the music. I downloaded about 4 new songs right before I left and they are really doing it for me right now!! I was jamming out the whole time. I was silently lip syncing the songs and bopping my head to the beat. I WISH I had my own elliptical at home because it would have felt great to sing it out loud. I kept upping the resistance higher then I usually do. I was smiling and having a really good time. It was just the music and me pushing myself to go longer and harder. The endorphins were flying and even though my legs were so sore from my previous work outs I was feeling really good. When my 60 minutes were up I didn't want to stop. Which is really weird.
I wish every work out could be that way. Why can't I bottle up this feeling and whip it out whenever I'm severely lacking in motivation? Specifically at 5:45 pm on a Tuesday evening after a long day of working and barely keeping my eyes open. Some days working out just sucks. I'm so glad there are days like this to remind me that yes, I actually do enjoy working out and that dripping sweat for an hour on the elliptical can actually be fun. When the daily grind starts saps the life out of me is when I have the problem. So basically, the problem is work! If I could just do away with that pesky little activity I'm pretty sure I'd be a lot better off work out wise. I'm always so much more motivated and energetic when I'm on break. I can only wish that were an option.
So now the trick will be as always, sticking with it. I'm hoping that I can.
I seriously had the most awesome work out today. My last day of work was Friday and I'm off until the day after New Years. One of the big reasons why I can't work anywhere else. I woke up in a great mood because I was laying down in bed instead of sitting up at my desk at work. I was happy to be going to the gym and it showed in my work out. Attitude is everything.
Confession. I've totally fallen off the exercise wagon. The work outs were becoming less and less per week until they just stopped. On Tuesday the week before my vacation I forced myself the gym and then realized I didn't pack a shirt when I got there so I left. I was secretly really glad and I could have come home and worked out but I didn't. I just said forget it and took it as a sign that I wasn't supposed to work out that week at all. I kinda feel like it was bound to happen at some point. It got cold, I was tired, and the holidays were coming. That's no excuse but I've been exercising consistently for the last 3 years and I just think I needed a break. I did not work out the week before my vacation nor the two weeks after and I've been really unmotivated since the beginning of last month. I'm planning on getting back into the swing of it this week while I'm off work and then continuing those good habits into the new year. So far so good. I worked out on Saturday and Sunday at home. Saturday I did 30 day shred and was happy to find that I can still do level 3 from start to finish even though I think it's been a good month since I've done it. Today and tomorrow is cardio at the gym.
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I wish every work out could be that way. Why can't I bottle up this feeling and whip it out whenever I'm severely lacking in motivation? Specifically at 5:45 pm on a Tuesday evening after a long day of working and barely keeping my eyes open. Some days working out just sucks. I'm so glad there are days like this to remind me that yes, I actually do enjoy working out and that dripping sweat for an hour on the elliptical can actually be fun. When the daily grind starts saps the life out of me is when I have the problem. So basically, the problem is work! If I could just do away with that pesky little activity I'm pretty sure I'd be a lot better off work out wise. I'm always so much more motivated and energetic when I'm on break. I can only wish that were an option.
So now the trick will be as always, sticking with it. I'm hoping that I can.
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