My butt hurts. Like, really hurts. The muscles and tendons and all the things that keep my legs attached to my butt? Well, they hurt too.
And my feet...don't even get me started on my feet. I'm totally buying new walking shoes - tomorrow, when I'm able to move again.
I WILL be able to move again, right?
I was --->this<--- close to cancelling my plans to hike with Hubbypants again this morning. Over 7 miles yesterday left me feeling stiff and achy this morning, with a desire to curl up next to my coffee cup and not leave the couch.
But then I started flipping through the Title Nine sportswear catalog. Go visit the link, I'll wait.
See? Functionally cute clothes! Everything wicks - as in, draws away perspiration, stretches in all the right places and then stretches back so you don't have any saggy-baggy areas.
Whenever I walk through REI with Hubbypants I admire the functionality of the clothing, the soft and supple fabrics that are also stylish (a.k.a. no frumpy active wear). Target is starting to carry some things, but for the most part is is clearly active wear. Title Nine and REI have bridged the chasms, married the two sides and produced clothing you can look fucking awesome in, despite whatever grueling activity you are doing at the time.
At least it looks that way on the hanger and in the catalog. I wouldn't know, because I've always fallen just outside of their sizing charts.
How I long to wear a slinky sundress that I can walk around in on a hot day and not show how I'm sweating buckets (wicking fabric is actually the best invention ever, sliced bread doesn't even come close). How I've wanted to wear those cute peasant cut blouses that are also form fitting with those flouncy skirts that fall just above the knee. Everything made of that lush fabric.
Oh...the fabric.
So, it was Title Nine that inspired me to put on my sports bra (that I actually did buy from them), my shoes and hit the trail for ANOTHER 7+ mile hike.
Oh, I put pants and shirt on, too. Just in case you were worried...I wasn't just wearing a bra and shoes. This time. I'm new to this hiking thing, I'm learning what is acceptable on the trails and I get so damn hot! Trust me...nekkidness is not generally acceptable attire for hiking.
My goal is to own some of those clothes.
And, not just own them, but actually be able to wear them.
And not just wear them, but have them fit properly AND look good.
Losing 25 pounds has gotten me closer, but Title Nine dresses are still just beyond my grasp. My next weight goal is 22 pounds away. By then I'll be inside of their sizing chart - barely, but I'll be there.
When that happens, I'm buying a damn dress.
Or something.
Anything...any damn thing that fits, I'm buying it.
Zombies happen and when they do, you just need to add whipped cream to your coffee. And maybe some Bailey's. You just do.
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Sunday, March 03, 2013
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Juicageddon - Day 1: I'm Alive!!
We lived!
Dude...
I miss food.
Day 1 of the juicing fast was fine, except that we lost a soldier. Three of us went in, only 2 came out to plow ahead toward Day 2.
My daughter caved, she couldn't take it. After going all day she melted down and ate a bagel with pepper jack cheese.
I can still smell it.
And then she ate a bowl of Chocolate Cheerios.
I can still smell those, too.
S'ok, because it just means that I only need to buy enough veggies and fruit for just Hubbypants and I to continue this fast for 4 more days.
I need to buy a damn farm. The amount of veggies and fruit needed to make enough juice for at least 3 meals, plus more if we are feeling fragile, is staggering. I'm kind of glad my daughter dropped out. Cha-ching, baby! Oy.
However, so far everything I've created has been drinkable - not that we wouldn't choke it down if it weren't, no way are we wasting all thatmoney nutritious gold.
Day 1 started with a 16 ounce juice made of:
Kale
Blueberries
Blackberries
Red pepper
Carrot
Celery
Apple
Cucumber
Lunch was a 16 ounce Berry Upbeet smoothie from Jamba Juice - made with beet/veggie and berry juices, nothing else. It was tasty - but boy, something with sherbet in it would have been divine.
I spent the next hour and a half salivating every time we walked past the food court. Only crazy-ass people go to the mall during the first phase of a fast. While my sister-in-law enjoyed her lunch, I drank a venti chamomile tea from Starbucks. Andit sucked donkey balls I was totally happy and satisfied with that.
The rest of the day was spent drinking various herbal teas and drinking gallons of water, 100+ ounces to be exact...enough to fill a damn swimming pool. That sloshing noise is me walking through the house.
When Hubbypants got home from work we walked for 30 minutes - up hill - before making our dinner juice. I made it up the hill, despite my deprived state...weakened from hunger, struggling for each step. O.k. not so much, but my tummy was rumbley and someone nearby was making something that smelled really 'effing yummy.
Dinner juice was:
Broccoli
Red & green bell pepper
Cilantro
Spinach
Apple
Celery
Orange
Cucumber
Avocado
Ginger
It was...fine. It tasted like a glass of veggies and fruit, so I guess I'm doing something right. Although, if I were to make it all taste like a chocolate milk shake? Well, then...I'd market that bitch and be richer than J.K. Rowling, those guys who founded Facebook and Microsoft and all the oil sheiks in the Middle East. I'mma get right on that.
As for how I'm feeling? Fine. I'm hungry and I feel like I want to eat - like, chew something - but, I'm not feeling bad. I've got energy, no headaches or feeling faint, etc.
As of this morning I was down 4 pounds from yesterday's morning weight. That means that my body has expelled every ounce of liquid I consumed. I counted my eleventybillion trips to the bathroom toward my daily aerobic activity. Although, I must say I have not experienced the...um...cleansing...part of the fast yet. I just know there is another 2 pounds - AT LEAST - of horrid toxicity hanging around in my intestines and colon. Apparently my body is being a toxic hoarding jerk. Whatever, I'll just drown it again today and show it who's boss.
So, there ya go, Day 1. I'm now into Day 2 and...well...you'll just have to wait until tomorrow.
Dude...
I miss food.
Day 1 of the juicing fast was fine, except that we lost a soldier. Three of us went in, only 2 came out to plow ahead toward Day 2.
My daughter caved, she couldn't take it. After going all day she melted down and ate a bagel with pepper jack cheese.
I can still smell it.
And then she ate a bowl of Chocolate Cheerios.
I can still smell those, too.
S'ok, because it just means that I only need to buy enough veggies and fruit for just Hubbypants and I to continue this fast for 4 more days.
I need to buy a damn farm. The amount of veggies and fruit needed to make enough juice for at least 3 meals, plus more if we are feeling fragile, is staggering. I'm kind of glad my daughter dropped out. Cha-ching, baby! Oy.
However, so far everything I've created has been drinkable - not that we wouldn't choke it down if it weren't, no way are we wasting all that
Day 1 started with a 16 ounce juice made of:
Kale
Blueberries
Blackberries
Red pepper
Carrot
Celery
Apple
Cucumber
Lunch was a 16 ounce Berry Upbeet smoothie from Jamba Juice - made with beet/veggie and berry juices, nothing else. It was tasty - but boy, something with sherbet in it would have been divine.
I spent the next hour and a half salivating every time we walked past the food court. Only crazy-ass people go to the mall during the first phase of a fast. While my sister-in-law enjoyed her lunch, I drank a venti chamomile tea from Starbucks. And
The rest of the day was spent drinking various herbal teas and drinking gallons of water, 100+ ounces to be exact...enough to fill a damn swimming pool. That sloshing noise is me walking through the house.
When Hubbypants got home from work we walked for 30 minutes - up hill - before making our dinner juice. I made it up the hill, despite my deprived state...weakened from hunger, struggling for each step. O.k. not so much, but my tummy was rumbley and someone nearby was making something that smelled really 'effing yummy.
Dinner juice was:
Broccoli
Red & green bell pepper
Cilantro
Spinach
Apple
Celery
Orange
Cucumber
Avocado
Ginger
It was...fine. It tasted like a glass of veggies and fruit, so I guess I'm doing something right. Although, if I were to make it all taste like a chocolate milk shake? Well, then...I'd market that bitch and be richer than J.K. Rowling, those guys who founded Facebook and Microsoft and all the oil sheiks in the Middle East. I'mma get right on that.
As for how I'm feeling? Fine. I'm hungry and I feel like I want to eat - like, chew something - but, I'm not feeling bad. I've got energy, no headaches or feeling faint, etc.
As of this morning I was down 4 pounds from yesterday's morning weight. That means that my body has expelled every ounce of liquid I consumed. I counted my eleventybillion trips to the bathroom toward my daily aerobic activity. Although, I must say I have not experienced the...um...cleansing...part of the fast yet. I just know there is another 2 pounds - AT LEAST - of horrid toxicity hanging around in my intestines and colon. Apparently my body is being a toxic hoarding jerk. Whatever, I'll just drown it again today and show it who's boss.
So, there ya go, Day 1. I'm now into Day 2 and...well...you'll just have to wait until tomorrow.
Wednesday, February 08, 2012
Sunday, February 05, 2012
Sunday: NaBloPoMo Day 5 & A New Plot to Kill Me
NaBloPoMo: The February Edition is on Day 5 and I've had very little time to write this weekend.
It's also Super Bowl Sunday, which I could care less about. Maybe even less than less.
But, what I do care about is the party that we'll be going to and the great people we'll get to hang out with and the food and the wine and...I'll tolerate the football for all of the aforementioned.
Before I head off to shower, I'd like to revisit the possibility that my husband is trying to kill me. This morning we walked some hills...the fatal cardiac event inducing kind of hills. It was his idea....to walk these hills. This isn't the first time Hubbypants has tried to kill me. You can read about it here: Of Mountains and Murder
That's all I have for you today. I'm going to shower now and try not to slip on the slick tub...I think Hubbypants is oiling it down, making it extra slippery. It couldn't possibly be the fact that it needs to be cleaned.
Happy Sunday Y'all!
It's also Super Bowl Sunday, which I could care less about. Maybe even less than less.
But, what I do care about is the party that we'll be going to and the great people we'll get to hang out with and the food and the wine and...I'll tolerate the football for all of the aforementioned.
Before I head off to shower, I'd like to revisit the possibility that my husband is trying to kill me. This morning we walked some hills...the fatal cardiac event inducing kind of hills. It was his idea....to walk these hills. This isn't the first time Hubbypants has tried to kill me. You can read about it here: Of Mountains and Murder
That's all I have for you today. I'm going to shower now and try not to slip on the slick tub...I think Hubbypants is oiling it down, making it extra slippery. It couldn't possibly be the fact that it needs to be cleaned.
Happy Sunday Y'all!
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