Just a few more days...
I've already reincorporated alcohol. Such a weakness I have. Makes me sad, really, but it's my choice. My vice, as it were.
Today was a long day of work...again. Here's the recap, since it's late and I just finished one of my favorite movies, Air America (Robert Downey, Jr. is not allowed to be that hot).
RECAP
Breakfast: uncured back bacon, 2 eggs, 1 orange, copious amounts of coffee,
Dinner: kick-ass hamburgers made by my darling hubby!! I have no idea what all was in them, but he was very proud of the fact they were Paleo (just for me!) I had 3 of them.
...and 3 whiskey & sodas....from about 7pm til now (1am). Oh, and I sneaked a few spoonfuls of Nutella....because...Nutella.
I'm going running tomorrow! I've never been excited for running which is a clear sign I need to return to my beloved barbells.
Seven more days--one week. We'll recheck progress and start reintroducing cheese........
Showing posts with label Iron Man. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Iron Man. Show all posts
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Friday, February 15, 2013
Day 16 - The Whole30
Today started out beautifully. I slept in, I felt refreshed, and I had a list of things and a schedule and I knew everything was going to be great!
Went to the bank and deposited my check, taking out some cash; went to the post office to pick up the Valentine's gifts for Ken and Dave...and this is sorta where the day fell apart.
You see, I have no depth perception. Well, I have about 17% depth perception, but that really doesn't help me. Most of the time, I function very well and know one would know...then there are the days I fall off the sidewalk because I don't realize I'm at the curb.
Like today.
What felt like eternity, I sat on the ground uncertain if I'd actually managed to break my ankle this time. I'm sure it was only about 5 minutes, but I had several people offering to call an ambulance for me. Why? It's just a sprain--and even if it's broke, the car is right there. Save the ambulance for real emergencies.
Finally decided nothing was broken, so I got up and limped over to the car and climbed in. We went home, got some ice packs, then went on to the rest of our errands--which seemed to double in time. What was supposed to take 20 to 30 minutes took us 120 minutes. And my ankle was throbbing.
Needless to say, today has not been a good eating day.
RECAP
Breakfast/Lunch: 3oz steak, 2 strips bacon, 2 eggs
Dinner: Kung Pao Chicken
It's after midnight and I'm still cooking epic food for the weekend. This weekend is Orccon2013, the first of three cons for Strategicon. Ken is on staff (Quartermaster) and I am on staff (Assistant-soon-to-be-Marketing Director). We stay at the hotel for the convention to, basically, make sure everything runs smoothly. Our hotel room has no microwave or fridge, and the restaurant is too expensive to eat at for all meals. SO! I'm making food.
So far, we have the base of chili, bacon cups for salads (or whatever will stay in them)...and on tap, tarragon chicken salad, and scotch eggs. We have plans to pick up more salad stuff near the hotel, as well as a pork roast for a great slow-cooker recipe (which, we're taking both of ours). I figure, if Dave ends up making it down for the weekend, we will have plenty of healthy food to nom on and make the rest of the con jealous of our epic nutrition! I don't know how much recapping I'll be able to do there, but I'll do my best to let you know! May have a "Tales from the Con" section...we'll see. :)
Went to the bank and deposited my check, taking out some cash; went to the post office to pick up the Valentine's gifts for Ken and Dave...and this is sorta where the day fell apart.
You see, I have no depth perception. Well, I have about 17% depth perception, but that really doesn't help me. Most of the time, I function very well and know one would know...then there are the days I fall off the sidewalk because I don't realize I'm at the curb.
Like today.
What felt like eternity, I sat on the ground uncertain if I'd actually managed to break my ankle this time. I'm sure it was only about 5 minutes, but I had several people offering to call an ambulance for me. Why? It's just a sprain--and even if it's broke, the car is right there. Save the ambulance for real emergencies.
Finally decided nothing was broken, so I got up and limped over to the car and climbed in. We went home, got some ice packs, then went on to the rest of our errands--which seemed to double in time. What was supposed to take 20 to 30 minutes took us 120 minutes. And my ankle was throbbing.
Needless to say, today has not been a good eating day.
RECAP
Breakfast/Lunch: 3oz steak, 2 strips bacon, 2 eggs
Dinner: Kung Pao Chicken
It's after midnight and I'm still cooking epic food for the weekend. This weekend is Orccon2013, the first of three cons for Strategicon. Ken is on staff (Quartermaster) and I am on staff (Assistant-soon-to-be-Marketing Director). We stay at the hotel for the convention to, basically, make sure everything runs smoothly. Our hotel room has no microwave or fridge, and the restaurant is too expensive to eat at for all meals. SO! I'm making food.
So far, we have the base of chili, bacon cups for salads (or whatever will stay in them)...and on tap, tarragon chicken salad, and scotch eggs. We have plans to pick up more salad stuff near the hotel, as well as a pork roast for a great slow-cooker recipe (which, we're taking both of ours). I figure, if Dave ends up making it down for the weekend, we will have plenty of healthy food to nom on and make the rest of the con jealous of our epic nutrition! I don't know how much recapping I'll be able to do there, but I'll do my best to let you know! May have a "Tales from the Con" section...we'll see. :)
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Tales from the Gym - I Am Fe-Male
Today was a big day for me. It was the day I got to attempt my squat goal: 200lbs. I said "When I am able to squat 200#, then I will get myself a 'Miss Fit' tank top."
...and so I am designing my tank top.
Whilst I was setting up for my last set, a gentleman came over to me and stared with great intensity into my eyes. Quietly, he said, "You are a very strong woman..." And I just smiled and said, "Aww, anyone could lift this--it's only 200#!" (trying to be jocular). He continued his serious gaze and said, "I could never lift that...my back wouldn't handle it!"
I didn't have the heart to tell him he couldn't do it because he didn't believe he could. I did, however, say, "I'm sure you could with a little effort and training."
Because, seriously, if I can do it, anyone can do it. I have back problems, knee problems, ankle problems...heck, my hips aren't even level let alone straight. I probably shouldn't be able to squat 200lbs, but, like the bumble bee, I don't know that I can't.
So I did.
Someone asked once why I'd want to lift so much weight. Presumably, the person thought I was doing it for attention (because, really, how many women do you see benching 115#, squatting 200#, and deadlifting 185#). But, honestly, I enjoy it. There's just something about the feeling of pushing yourself just that much harder to become harder, better, faster, stronger.
I'm not trying to "beat the boys." I'm trying to beat Me. I'm trying to beat that little voice in my head that says, "You can't..." Because you know what? I'm a female. And that means I CAN....because... y'know, I'm Iron Man*.
*That's Fe-Male. Get it? Fe = Iron? Iron Man...? IT'S SCIENCE!!!!
...and so I am designing my tank top.
Whilst I was setting up for my last set, a gentleman came over to me and stared with great intensity into my eyes. Quietly, he said, "You are a very strong woman..." And I just smiled and said, "Aww, anyone could lift this--it's only 200#!" (trying to be jocular). He continued his serious gaze and said, "I could never lift that...my back wouldn't handle it!"
I didn't have the heart to tell him he couldn't do it because he didn't believe he could. I did, however, say, "I'm sure you could with a little effort and training."
Because, seriously, if I can do it, anyone can do it. I have back problems, knee problems, ankle problems...heck, my hips aren't even level let alone straight. I probably shouldn't be able to squat 200lbs, but, like the bumble bee, I don't know that I can't.
So I did.
Someone asked once why I'd want to lift so much weight. Presumably, the person thought I was doing it for attention (because, really, how many women do you see benching 115#, squatting 200#, and deadlifting 185#). But, honestly, I enjoy it. There's just something about the feeling of pushing yourself just that much harder to become harder, better, faster, stronger.
I'm not trying to "beat the boys." I'm trying to beat Me. I'm trying to beat that little voice in my head that says, "You can't..." Because you know what? I'm a female. And that means I CAN....because... y'know, I'm Iron Man*.
*That's Fe-Male. Get it? Fe = Iron? Iron Man...? IT'S SCIENCE!!!!
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