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Idiocy

Quilting Gnomes and I’m an Idiot

It’s getting close to the weekend…what does that mean? That means I can finally get back to making Dakota’s new quilt so I can hopefully have it done by Christmas this year (outlook not looking so good at this point in time!). When I went to visit with them last time I asked him if he’d want a new quilt because HE brought up his old one. So, now that I think he’s at an age where he can appreciate it and not make me cry by throwing it over the couch and looking for toys, I figured it’s time to get him a proper quilt!

Unfortunately, I’ve been very slow to get this puppy done. My online quilting bee helped make some of the blocks. Which was a time saver for me! I then scheduled a WIP date with my Aunt so she could help me finish up the blocks (only needed 24 more). It’s always more fun when you can visit with friends while sewing anyway! We finished all of the blocks on 8/17 and I put them away in a Ziploc bag.

Today, yes a whole 2 months later, I’m finally getting around to laying the blocks out so I can get it put together. I don’t want too many of the same type of blocks together so I wanted to lay it all out on the floor and re-arrange them as needed. Since I have more room (and less dog hair!) at work, I brought the bag with me this morning and set to work!

You notice anything wrong? Yep, I’m missing a block! Apparently the Quilting Gnomes were tired of my slow progress and decided to punish me by making me do extra work.

I went ahead and labeled them all since I was pretty happy with the layout, I’ll just have to make a new block to plug in there.

I folded my quilt blocks up and shoved them back in the Ziploc bag fuming that I have to make another block instead of just whipping these together. Sat down at my desk to write this post when I noticed something. I’m an idiot. Yep, I’m a full blown idiot. Let’s look at this post again…. Shoot, I’ll make it easier for you:

I was using a 7×7 (49 block) layout this morning when I should have been using an 8×6 (48 block) layout. *headsmack* Now, it’s back to the drawing board and I have to spend another hour getting the layout right…again. While I feel like a schlub, I’m glad that the mystery of the missing block has been solved and I apologize to any quilt gnomes I may have offended by my accusations.

Weekend Trials…

Happy Monday!! Ok, so I’m not really happy it’s Monday but fake it ’til ya feel it, right?!

I mentioned in a previous post that I was considering allowing myself to have 1 cheat day a month but I was concerned that by indulging the one day I’d be tempted to keep on indulging. Well, I was tempted to keep indulging but I was successful in resisting!

My Saturday started off pretty good with my morning run. I met up with my cousin, Kelly, and her husband, Mark. We were just going to do a 4 mile route that was marked out for us. There is a group that gets together and marks the trails with white spray paint so you know which way to go. Kelly and Mark hadn’t been running since November (their 1/2 marathon) so they were just going to run/walk the route. I, on the other hand, wanted to see if I could run the whole thing.  

I was feeling pretty strong. My breathing was doing pretty good (I think it’s getting better thanks to the Serrapeptase but it’s still early) and my legs were pumping! It was only about 60 degrees and windy so the temperature was perfect. After I hit the 2 mile mark, I expected to be tired and ready to walk since that seems to be wall. However, I just kept on trucking! I made what I thought was the last turn back to the park when things started looking a little odd. I was on a golf course. I looked back to see if I took a wrong turn but the trail only went one way. I passed a few people that gave me looks. After a while I decided I needed to get off the course fast, but all I could see were fences for what seemed like miles. Surely there was a road that would meet up, but nope…not that I saw. Then I saw the top of the country club and decided I’d hit the street from there and find my way back to the park. At this point I was 3.5 miles in to my run. I stopped running so I wouldn’t get yelled at and hoped I could just blend in and get out as quiet as a ninja.

Yeah…not happening. Apparently, there was some sort of shindig going on at the club house and there were 100’s of people there. These were people lving in the million dollar homes I’ve been running by. They didn’t take too kindly to me being on their course! The Golf Course Bouncer stopped me before I could get to the club house and told me running wasn’t allowed. I explained that I didn’t do it intentionally and that I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere. He asked what street I was looking for and when I told him he pointed to the woods and said I could hit it through there.

Ummm…ok, so you want me to go fighting through all that bramble? I asked him politely how I was supposed ot get through that and he explained that there was a slight trail next to the house and the woods that I could take. He even escorted me to the opening to ensure I left. Needless to say I was highly embarrassed. At the same time, I was proud to have run 3.5 miles and could have kept going. Plus, some of the hills on the course were a lot of fun to run on!

I started walking next to the house and when I came around the front there was a mother with her two kids (about 5 and 7). No one else was outside….no…just the people whose house I’m sneaking through the yard! She jumped because I scared the tar out of her. I apologized as I kept walking. I found the street and the park. Come to find out, I missed the spray paint arrow telling me to turn again because it was on the opposite side of where most people run/walk and right at an intersection where you’re looking for cars…no wonder I missed it!

All in all, I added about a half mile to my run and I finished at the same time Kelly and Mark did. It was pretty funny after the fact. Mark thought it was especially funny because he’s the one that normally gets lost!

After all of that excitement I started my cheat/splurge day by going to Chick-fil-a and getting a spicy chicken sandwich with waffle fries….yummm. Afterward, I went to Office Max to find some things when I started feeling rather sour. I left the store and went to sit in my car for a bit. My heart was thumping and I felt rather weak and worn out. It wasn’t food poisoning but I have no doubt it was all of the carbs that I hadn’t had in almost two months. I fell asleep in my car for a bit and when I woke up I was feeling better even though I had a slight headache.

For dinner the hubbins and I went to an Italian restaurant where I had a spicy Penne dish and a Ceasar Salad. It was quite delicious! I only ate half of my meal because I just wasn’t that hungry. I also had a couple of glasses of white wine. That night we went to a friends house where I had some chips and dip and shot the breeze until after midnight. Now, I only had 3 glasses of wine the entire night.

That night I slept like crap and Sunday morning I swear I had a carb hangover. I just felt bleh all over and didn’t feel like doing much of anything. The bad thing was, when Mike and I went out to dinner Sunday night even though I had felt bad from all the junk the day before I still wanted to order a cheeseburger. Thankfully, I resisted and got back on my diet. Those processed carbs are evil!

Shame Shame

Strength:
Back Squats
6 (65#) x 6 (85#) x 4 (105#) x 4 (115#) x 2 (125#) x 2 (145#, only did 1)

WOD
5 Rounds:
20 Overhead Weighted Lunges (10#)
20 Walking Push Ups

I didn’t finish in the 25 min time limit, did 7 walking push ups into 5th round. I finished the last 13 at home.

Ok, today’s workout was tougher than it looks. The lunges weren’t too bad. Since they were overhead weighted lunges my arms got really tired between the lunges and walking push ups. The part that really killed me were the walking push ups. If you don’t know what that is, basically you bend at the waist and start with your hands by your feet on the ground, then you walk your hands out until you’re in a push up position, do a push up, walk your hands back to your feet and stand up. That’s one. I only had about 10 seconds left when I pulled the plug. Normally, I would have kept pushing and finished regardless of whether I went past time. Today, I wussed out. I stopped with 13 more walking push ups to go. Those 13 felt like 100 at the time.

I’m not proud of myself. I should have pushed through it and finished it. When I got home I did the last 13, but it’s not the same. All the rest of the people were done before me which made it a bit uncomfortable. Oh well…suck it up cupcake. Next time I will finish the WOD (if time allows so I won’t interrupt the next class) regardless of how tired and hot I am. There’s no excuse for quitting.

I had planned on going back tomorrow to hit my 3 days at the gym, but I’m going to have to see how my body feels. It hit 100 degrees today…ouch. Gonna be a hot hot summer.

Post 200 and Counting

Today is my 200th post! That’s pretty exciting. Granted, not all of my posts have been about losing weight but rather my goof ups and gaining weight. Today’s post isn’t too far from that mark. Saturday was supposed to be my long run/walk day but I wasn’t feeling it. So, I stayed home and read…all day.

Sunday came along and I read a little bit more (was getting to the end of my book) then made myself get dressed to go workout. I made a deal with myself. I would allow myself to read 1 chapter when I got to the park then 1 more when I finished my workout. Really, all I wanted to do was stay home and finish my book. However, the weather was gorgeous and I was so glad I made myself get out of the house. The walk was supposed to  have been 4 miles, which I thought I had made but in reality I only went 3.8 miles. I was ok with that though. Next Saturday is an 8 mile day…yikes! Since I determined that I wanted to be able to run a mile by the end of February, I decided to do some running at the beginning of my workout. Unfortunately, I didn’t have pockets except for the ones in my jacket that was tied around my waist. As I was trotting along, my stuff started falling out of my pockets. I guess that’s what you get when they’re bouncing along! So, I decided to get back to the walk and will continue running on the treadmill this next week and make sure my pants have pockets when I get to the park next time.

That’s all I have on the exercise front today. Now, let’s discuss food. Saturday my husband came back from the grocery store and dumped the bags off for me to put away. He seemed to be in a good mood as he chatted with me while I was unloading his purchases. All of a sudden he says “I got something for you. But it may make you mad.” Now…I don’t know about you but when I hear that I’m thinking maybe he got me something to help with my weight loss and he thinks I may get upset by interpreting it as him calling me fat. So, I smile and say “that’s sweet of you. I doubt I’ll get upset. What did you get?” At this point, Mike leaves the house to go out to the car. When he comes back he’s holding these:

Oh my…chocolate covered strawberries…mmmm…. Mike had this expectant look on his face which made me smile. He’s such a sweet man! I told him thank you picked up the smallest of the bunch. I offered one to Mike, which he took one of the bigger ones. We work well in that aspect!

I have to say, I was disappointed. It wasn’t that good. The chocolate kept crumbling off and the strawberry wasn’t very sweet. However, it was the thought that counted! AND…I was not upset with myself for eating one. I may be eating Paleo, but I’m still going to enjoy things from time to time. Mike took the last two to his parents on Sunday.

Then Sunday I had a somewhat bad food day. First, I didn’t eat all that much, good food that is. I had a grapefruit for breakfast and some beef jerky later in the day. I had to go by the mall to pick up some items and decided to allow myself one of the small double doozies from the Great Cookie Company. It was yummy! Again, I wasn’t going to be upset with myself over that. However, I should have passed it up since I had already had the strawberry the day before. When I got home Mike decided he wanted to go out for dinner. We ended going to Outback where I had a Paleo friendly meal, until dessert. We shared a slice of cheesecake. *sigh*

So, all three of those mishaps were enough to make me mentally slap myself. I don’t expect to have lost much this month because I’ve gone somewhat crazy on my “cheat” days, while I’ve gotten some control over that the damage has been done. I’m just hoping I haven’t gained weight at this point! I need to be strict and stick to my own rules. I only have 1 day a week where I can eat food that is not on my diet. None of this, small piece today and a small piece tomorrow. That leads to a big piece in the long run.

This morning, I decided to try my plant pose again. I ended up with 1 minute this time! Yeah baby…

Reality TV?

Today I was flipping through channels when I came across a show called Bridalplasty. What the heck is Bridalplasty?

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I was completely floored. What makes these ladies think that they have to go through all of this plastic surgery to have a perfect wedding day? All of these ladies are beautiful the way they are. They don’t need nose jobs, boob jobs, tummy tucks. I understand that people undergo plastic surgery for specific reasons and that’s fine. It is your choice as to why you would have surgery. What I have a problem with is someone telling the “Bride to be” that she needs liposuction, a little tweak to her nose, bigger breasts, and skin removed in order to be beautiful on her wedding day.  A healthy diet and exercise does wonders for people. So, why not try that first before going under the knife?

Reality TV is not very realistic anymore. Not that it was ever a true interpretation of most people’s day to day life.