Post-Spin Recovery

Here we are...4 DAYS since the spin class, and my quads are FINALLY not twitchy, "jello-y", fatigued, floppy, or in pain. WHEW! That was a trip! I even couldn't play in my last kickball game last night :-( My wonderful husband gave me the best advice..."Go sit in the sauna, then stretch it out." Sounds so simple...did he realize it's 110 degrees outside?!?! I did it anyway, and bada-bing, bada-boom, I have a pain free morning! ALSO, used IcyHot (IcyHeat...whatever it's called) for the first time. Uh...has anyone told those people that their product smells like Pepto on crack?? That's quite the inticing smell to have on you when it's bedtime (if you know what I mean...wink, wink).

So, when I first started stretching on Saturday, I had to have Kevin help me. I sat on the floor with my legs out in front of me, thinking I would just touch my toes for a good stretch. HA! My hammies were so mad at me that I could do nothing more than sit up straight. I had to have Kevin hold my arms and pull me forward to stretch. Also, I couldn't grab my foot when I kicked back my leg to stretch my quad. Kevin had to hand me my foot (that sounds wierd..anyway...) so I could stretch it out. Needless to say, 4 DAYS LATER, I am able to reach my toes again, sitting and kicking. YEA!!


Who wouldn't want to touch those toes? JK! Stay away from my feet!!!

Losing weight again. Good thing, there ya go. I haven't been weighing everyday. It really is just too annoying. Small problem with it though is that I thought I hadn't gained "that much" weight since I've been down and out. HA! I gained 5. Not a huge big deal, but when those 5 were so hard to lose the first time, I've got my work cut out for me.

GRRRRRRRR!!!!!!

Twitchy Quads

There they are! The culprits themselves!

Last Monday, I was playing kickball. This is not me, but I'm sure this is what I look like in action!


I did a kick like the one above, and started to run like the wind to 1st. About halfway there, my quads, BOTH OF THEM, cramped up at the SAME TIME! Needless to say, I was out. BUT, I made it on base every other time I was up...just sayin' :-) They hurt for like a day or two, and no problems. Then, I did spin class yesterday!

You can just presume that one is me...LOL! I could hardly hardly move this morning to get out of bed! Ouch-y-mama!! I have another kickball game on Monday, so I'll be doing a bunch of stretching between now and then!

First Spin Class

Last week, while at lunch with the wonderful friend who put trash on my plate so I'd stop eating, it was decided that we would go shopping today. I have every Friday off, and her job is flexible, so it's a plan. I check in yesterday to make sure we are still on, and she says, yes, but she needs to workout first. Ok, I'll join in, no biggie. We both belong to the same club. Then, the kicker...spin class, she says. Well, I've never done a spin class, and they look just totally exhausted at the end of those things. BUT, sure, why not? Then, the real kicker...5:45 AM!! WHAT?!?!?!!!! HUH????? REALLY?????!!!!! That would be a yes. Ok, sure, why not?

I've been going to the gym now since the week before Christmas. I now know who the regulars are, and have nicknamed most of them. Of course, there's The Mick, Fryer Tuck (should see his hair), Steroid (figure that out on your own), Bouncy Booby Girl (I blogged about her early on when The Mick lost his focus in our session that time), and Hamburger Guy, plus a few more. Hamburger Guy gets his name because he is so skinny, that we think he needs to eat a hamburger, or two. Hamburger Guy was our spinning instructor!!! FOR REAL?!? Who knew?! He has a VERY dry sense of humor, and monotone delivery. He commented on the songs that were playing. For instance, "Yeah, sex is hot. Hot like the summers in Texas." OK, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!!! The phrase "sex is hot" was in the song...don't even know the song. I think I'm going to now rename him Creepy Monotone Guy (that needs a hamburger).

I made it through the class. VERY difficult at times, felt VERY wobbly at the end, BUT a VERY good workout. Will probably do this again. We'll see what the pain is like later. For now, it's only 1:30. I'm going to take a nap. I've been up a while, and it IS my day off!

P.S. We did go shopping afterward :-)

Weakness For Fries

We went to Red Robin for dinner last night. I went back and forth between "should I get a salad, or something with fries." Trust me...a VERY agonizing process! Then I saw my golden egg...a lettuce wrapped turkey burger with a side salad. I'm in! I even ordered it without cheese to cut calories and cholesterol. (Pat myself on the back, please) When it came out, the burger had cheese. No biggie...just picked it off. Then, as I picked up my first fry, I realized I was supposed to have had a side salad. Yes! It came with fries, against my best effort to not eat them. Did I summon the server to make the exchange??? HECK NO!!! I ate those fries, and dipped them in Ranch! Weak, I tell you...weak!

I think I made the quote of the century (for me) at lunch yesterday. I ordered flautas, and it came with 3 big ones, guac, black beans, rice and such. I had eaten two of them, AND some off someone else's plate (yes, they offered). I was full, it was time to quit, but I didn't want to. Everything just tasted so good! I said out loud, "I quit, somebody stop me." My friend, took my plate and put all this trash on it...LOL! Well, that worked! My comment was, "I just like the taste of it so much, I want to keep eating it." It really is a shame the restaurants put so much on your plate, but that's a blog entry for another day. Point being, I like the taste of food, and I want to keep enjoying the good stuff. Too bad everything doesn't taste like poop. I would definitely not have a problem with portion control if that were the case.

I should go to work, but one more thought for today. I have a friend (who reads this blog, and you're gonna know who you are here in a bit) who is slender. We just had a girls' weekend, and what a blast that was! I observed that she was eating the same thing I was, in basically the same portions. So, I ask..."How do you stay skinny, and eat like this? I eat like this, and you see what happens to me." She said, "All I've eaten today is what you've seen." (This was the Friday she drove down, and she got to my home at 2:30ish). That day, in addition to what we had eaten, all I had eated otherwise was egg whites for breakfast. Metabolism was our conclusion. I ain't got nun. LOL! So, all this is, the eating right and exercising, really is a personal thing. What works for me, may not work for you. What works for my friend, obviously, doesn't work for me. Just an interesting observation.

Ok, off to work! Stress eating anyone??? JK!

Where, Oh Where...

did I go? After two weeks of being in bed with bronchitis (one of which was with a fever), and two more weeks of marginal energy, and 3 rounds of antibiotics, I THINK I'm better now :-) I've missed 3 kickball games...boo! Today, I went to the gym for the first time in 5 weeks. I was going to start back up last week, but HA..no. Thank God for friends! I met Lisa and Paige at the gym today to get jump started again. Lisa and I are going to meet again Tuesday.

So, what happens to one's self when they don't work out for 5 weeks?
1. Stomach pooches out and droops, carving out that Oh So Special spare tire look...it's in this year, btw!
2. Good food habits wane, reminding me that oh yes, I do still like coconut creme pie for breakfast...again, thank God for friends :-)
3. Allergies return, making it hard to lose that stupid bronchitis cough.
4. My legs don't get shaven as often...LOL! (I know, I know...TMI)

The adventure continues!

Bronchitis: Day 8

Oh Yeah! I said Day 8! I feel much better than death warmed over, like I have for 7 of 8 days. I still don't feel like leaving the couch just yet. One would think that when one took off for two weeks from work that there would be a fun-in-the-sun trip to Aruba, or a relaxing Carribean cruise, or maybe even a trip to Europe. NOPE! Not me! I go all out, and sit on the couch :-) This has happened to me twice in the last two years. Each time taking up two weeks. WOW! Who wants to see the pics???

On a side note, Kevin is in a boot for the next 3 weeks at least, maybe up to 8. Then, some PT so he can get his strength back in his torn calf muscle. Our roof guys are scheduled to come back on Monday to finish the job they half-finished and left 3 weeks ago. A check from the insurance company to cover the broken pipe repair "should be here next week." Dad is back to work, and doing just fine. Chaos is finding resolve...DON'T TELL ANYONE!!!!!

I didn't realize it was raining...

...until it started pouring! What a crazy couple of weeks! I was supposed to take last week off from work for some "personal" time following some bad news on the adoption front. I did take last week off, and had a great time at my cousin's graduation party in Houston. I went to Schliterbahn and slid down some scary stuff. Went to Kemah and ate at Joe's Crab Shack on the pier. Even had Blue Bell birthday cake ice cream in a sprinkled chocolate dipped waffle cone...YUM!! Got to have lunch with some of my family and friends from high school. Then, here's a list of what happened next:

1. While to roofers were taking off our roof, they jostled the pipes leading into our guest bathroom. Pipes busted and sent water into our bathroom, hallway, and what will be the baby room. 3 days of industrial dryers and humidifiers to get the carpets and pads taken care of, and left with a 2' x 4' hole in our guest bathroom wall for the guy to fix the pipe.

2. Then, I get a call from my dad that he is going to have a heart procedure on Thursday, and he asked me to stay, since I was already in Houston. Of course I did, and when they did the procedure, they found a 90% blockage. They fixed it, and sent him on his way.

3. Literally, 5 minutes after my dad called about his stuff, Kevin calls about having busted his calf muscle in the kickball game. Keep in mind, I'm in Houston, and can't do anything to help.

4. Then, immediately after my dad's procedure, I developed bronchitis, that has latched on and won't let go. By the grace of God, I was able to drive home on Saturday. Now, after 5 days of running a low grade fever, and feeling like an elephant backed up and sat on me, or maybe a donkey kicked me, or maybe a dump truck ran me over, or perhaps more like LeBron James (the beating part...I don't feel defeated just yet...haha), I'm ready for this crap to be over.

My "natural girlish figure" is ready to get out and about. CSI marathons only entertain for so long. Although, I wonder how it is that I can watch so many, and hardly see one I've seen before. Must be a ton of them. Anyway...it's my anniversary today...so much for celebrating. All I want is to 1. stop coughing, and 2. feel better!!!