After taking out my brand new road bike last week, I came to the conclusion that I really need to buy a pair of bike shorts. Evidently, the seats on the road bikes aren’t very comfortable and the shocks that are on hybrid bikes are definitely there for a reason (I felt every crack and divot in the road and you know how Wisconsin roads fair after a rough winter, well my ass didn’t fair to well either), but I can really go fast on the road bike.
Of course, I digress. If you’re unfamiliar with what bike shorts are, let me explain, basically they are a pair of Lycra shorts with a pad in the, you know what. So I go to the store in search of these so called shorts. HOLY COW! Bike shorts are really expensive, $75 for a measly pair of shorts. Call the cops, its highway robbery. So I start shopping around, the best I could find was $60. At least my ass will be happy now. Yippy, I get to try them out on Saturday.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Battle of the 10 pound bulge
Why is the first 10 pound gain always the last 10 pounds to loose and the hardest? Kind of the opposite of LIFO (Sorry, inventory reference-If you don’t know what I’m talking about look it up…FIFO/LIFO).
After Child #3 was born, I was up about 35 pounds from my post marriage weight. Figuring I had three babies in three years, there wasn’t much time for myself let alone exercise. It took me a year and half to loose 25 pounds. You ask, how did I do that? I exercised four times a week (in my basement on my treadmill, I know extremely boring) and never ate after 7:00pm (except for my one night out a month when I party like a rock star). I basically stopped snacking at night. Apparently, your metabolism doesn’t like to be comforted at night.
Anyway, my last ten pounds and I have a special relationship. We have been together for a good five years. I am ready to move on, but every time I try to detach myself, it comes back. I loose a couple pounds and then I get lazy and they find their way home again. Now, I have to take some of the blame here, I haven’t exactly encouraged it to move on. On the other hand, I have maintained my current weight for the last year (pat myself on the back), but I would like to become a lean mean athletic machine for my triathlon this summer (did I mention I am a little competitive, I have to beat my time from last year).
My intentions are to try to loose 10 pounds before July. I would even be happy with 8 pounds. This is completely attainable if I buckle down so I decided I would start as I refer to it as “my food reduction project” this week. I do have to eat regularly or, well, let’s just say you don’t want to meet that personality. The game plan is to minimize portion size for lunch and dinner. Breakfast is not a problem. I never have enough time to eat a whole heck of a lot anyway.
This leads to problem number one. One of my personality flaws is whenever you tell me I can’t do something I tend to do it any way (maybe that’s why I wasn’t a good teenager). What do they call that? This doesn’t bode well with restricting food consumption either so my goal might be a long agonizing haul.
Basically I’m writing about this because if it is written down I actually have to follow through with it. Right?
After Child #3 was born, I was up about 35 pounds from my post marriage weight. Figuring I had three babies in three years, there wasn’t much time for myself let alone exercise. It took me a year and half to loose 25 pounds. You ask, how did I do that? I exercised four times a week (in my basement on my treadmill, I know extremely boring) and never ate after 7:00pm (except for my one night out a month when I party like a rock star). I basically stopped snacking at night. Apparently, your metabolism doesn’t like to be comforted at night.
Anyway, my last ten pounds and I have a special relationship. We have been together for a good five years. I am ready to move on, but every time I try to detach myself, it comes back. I loose a couple pounds and then I get lazy and they find their way home again. Now, I have to take some of the blame here, I haven’t exactly encouraged it to move on. On the other hand, I have maintained my current weight for the last year (pat myself on the back), but I would like to become a lean mean athletic machine for my triathlon this summer (did I mention I am a little competitive, I have to beat my time from last year).
My intentions are to try to loose 10 pounds before July. I would even be happy with 8 pounds. This is completely attainable if I buckle down so I decided I would start as I refer to it as “my food reduction project” this week. I do have to eat regularly or, well, let’s just say you don’t want to meet that personality. The game plan is to minimize portion size for lunch and dinner. Breakfast is not a problem. I never have enough time to eat a whole heck of a lot anyway.
This leads to problem number one. One of my personality flaws is whenever you tell me I can’t do something I tend to do it any way (maybe that’s why I wasn’t a good teenager). What do they call that? This doesn’t bode well with restricting food consumption either so my goal might be a long agonizing haul.
Basically I’m writing about this because if it is written down I actually have to follow through with it. Right?
Monday, April 20, 2009
Two Choices
My alarm clock is strategically placed across the room so I have to get up and turn it off. Plus I have it set really loud with a radio station that emphasizes heavy metal music. On most days, this seems to get my butt out of bed, but I hit snooze this morning and lay back down. In my half conscious, half unconscious state, I hear my youngest two giggling and moving around in their bedroom (great their up early). As I am drifting in and out, I am waiting for the alarm to go off again so I open one eye to view the clock and realize it is not 5:45 am, but 6:45 am. OH SHIT! I turned the alarm off rather than hitting snooze.
I have two choices here. I can go without make-up or go without doing my hair. It’s a given, the girls will be eating in the car (thank God for pop tarts and granola bars) and taking juice boxes to their morning destinations (just in case you were wondering whether or not I feed them in the morning).
Choice 1
Waking up with the hair I went to bed with is a pretty scary sight (trust me). I don’t do this too often (Okay you got me, I do but I usually pile it all top of my head. I am living on the edge leaving it down), but I knew it was raining out and the rain actually calms the frizz down. The curls get tighter and the frizz smoothes out. This is weird since most people have the opposite effect. If I straighten my hair (which never happens unless I am getting my hair styled at the salon), then I would have frizz everywhere. (I know it crossed your mind, so stop turning your nose up at me. Haven’t you ever heard you’re not supposed to take a shower every day? It’s bad for your skin and hair. Let your natural oils free!)
Choice 2
On the other hand, I literally hate make-up, but I have become addicted to the bareMinerals make-up line so I can’t bare (heehee) to go with out it. I don’t ware eye make-up just the powder. It is amazing how much better my skin looks. And it’s not cakey like most foundations. I think its one of those “I’m getting older so I need to do something” phases.
Anyway.
Which choice would you go with?
I went with wearing the make-up. I figure when I am at work I can put my hair up if it is really bad. Since it is not Halloween, I didn’t want to scare anyone.
I have two choices here. I can go without make-up or go without doing my hair. It’s a given, the girls will be eating in the car (thank God for pop tarts and granola bars) and taking juice boxes to their morning destinations (just in case you were wondering whether or not I feed them in the morning).
Choice 1
Waking up with the hair I went to bed with is a pretty scary sight (trust me). I don’t do this too often (Okay you got me, I do but I usually pile it all top of my head. I am living on the edge leaving it down), but I knew it was raining out and the rain actually calms the frizz down. The curls get tighter and the frizz smoothes out. This is weird since most people have the opposite effect. If I straighten my hair (which never happens unless I am getting my hair styled at the salon), then I would have frizz everywhere. (I know it crossed your mind, so stop turning your nose up at me. Haven’t you ever heard you’re not supposed to take a shower every day? It’s bad for your skin and hair. Let your natural oils free!)
Choice 2
On the other hand, I literally hate make-up, but I have become addicted to the bareMinerals make-up line so I can’t bare (heehee) to go with out it. I don’t ware eye make-up just the powder. It is amazing how much better my skin looks. And it’s not cakey like most foundations. I think its one of those “I’m getting older so I need to do something” phases.
Anyway.
Which choice would you go with?
I went with wearing the make-up. I figure when I am at work I can put my hair up if it is really bad. Since it is not Halloween, I didn’t want to scare anyone.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Impeccable Driving Record
Since it is Spring Break this week, my phone companion is sleeping in while I still have to drive to work. No problem, I’m a flexible friend. Instead, I can catch up on my relationship with the radio. Considering I am a chronic channel surfer, my car allows me to channel surf safe and easy with the program controls on my steering wheel (just in case you all were wondering about my safety).
On a side note. For the past six years, every morning I have driven to work talking to my friend on my cell phone. I know you’re probably thinking “Oh how dangerous” or “that’s not too smart.” Get over it. It’s cheaper than paying a therapist. Besides the only accident I’ve been in the last ten years was a little fender bender. It was raining out. I thought the person in front of me was going to turn, but the light turned and she stopped and I slid into her at not even 10 mph. And no, I wasn’t talking on the phone. There wasn’t even any damage to her car. In conclusion, I’m a pretty safe driver. Others might disagree, but the record proves them wrong. Ha!
Back to my original train of thought this morning, I normally drive on automatic pilot since the scene is the same every day and I don’t pay any attention to the scenery on the side of the road. Except for the last few weeks, the road I travel to work is under construction and has been shut down. So I’ve been taking a detour to get to work.
For some reason enjoying the music and the new scenery is far more dangerous for me than driving while talking on the cell phone. I get distracted easily. So as I come around the bend to the left and absorb the warming spring air along with the new houses, fields, horse ranch and pretty hills for my viewing. It was like a picture except the road starts to straighten out in front of me. Just as I realize that I need to follow the solid yellow line, I have already crossed it.
With my quick reflexes, I pull myself back to my side the road, although I over compensate and slide off the pavement just grazing the dirt on the shoulder with two tires. During this split second of panic, I have seen myself hit the little blue Saturn that I made swerve out of the way for crossing the line in the first place and ricocheted back to my side of the road and roll my SUV four or five times down the hill (by now you’ve had to know my imagination gets away from me sometimes).
This is a perfectly good reason why I should stick to talking on my cell phone in the morning while driving to work. It’s a lot safer for everyone on the road.
On a side note. For the past six years, every morning I have driven to work talking to my friend on my cell phone. I know you’re probably thinking “Oh how dangerous” or “that’s not too smart.” Get over it. It’s cheaper than paying a therapist. Besides the only accident I’ve been in the last ten years was a little fender bender. It was raining out. I thought the person in front of me was going to turn, but the light turned and she stopped and I slid into her at not even 10 mph. And no, I wasn’t talking on the phone. There wasn’t even any damage to her car. In conclusion, I’m a pretty safe driver. Others might disagree, but the record proves them wrong. Ha!
Back to my original train of thought this morning, I normally drive on automatic pilot since the scene is the same every day and I don’t pay any attention to the scenery on the side of the road. Except for the last few weeks, the road I travel to work is under construction and has been shut down. So I’ve been taking a detour to get to work.
For some reason enjoying the music and the new scenery is far more dangerous for me than driving while talking on the cell phone. I get distracted easily. So as I come around the bend to the left and absorb the warming spring air along with the new houses, fields, horse ranch and pretty hills for my viewing. It was like a picture except the road starts to straighten out in front of me. Just as I realize that I need to follow the solid yellow line, I have already crossed it.
With my quick reflexes, I pull myself back to my side the road, although I over compensate and slide off the pavement just grazing the dirt on the shoulder with two tires. During this split second of panic, I have seen myself hit the little blue Saturn that I made swerve out of the way for crossing the line in the first place and ricocheted back to my side of the road and roll my SUV four or five times down the hill (by now you’ve had to know my imagination gets away from me sometimes).
This is a perfectly good reason why I should stick to talking on my cell phone in the morning while driving to work. It’s a lot safer for everyone on the road.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
World Record...
I think I just made the world record of doctor visits in one week. I think it all started with our trip to Monkey Joe’s (translation: the disgusting Petri dish infested with breeding germs www.monkeyjoes.com) a week and a half ago. Child #1 came down with a headache then cough followed by a sore throat then congestion. By the forth day (Thursday), I finally take her to the doctor. They check all the usual and send us home with "it’s a virus." My sister-in-law (who works at our pediatrician’s office) calls me on Saturday to inform me that Child #1 has strep throat (oh goody). She calls in the prescription for me (thanks sis).
In the meantime, Child #3 has come down with similar symptoms so I call the doctor back to make an appointment to get her in to get checked. Back to the doctor we go. They take the throat culture and will let us know in 48 hours.
Monday rolls around, you guessed it, Child #3 tested positive for strep throat. Wouldn’t you know it; Child #2 came down with the same symptoms as well. Back to the doctor we go for the third time. The great culture test is performed again and the 48 hour wait begins except the Doctor gives us a prescription for the antibiotics anyway (thank God). If she is positive then we’re covered, if she is not positive then we stop the drugs.
Of course, I get the call and Child #2 is positive. At this time, you think we’re all good, right? No. I get a call from the daycare telling me Child #3 has a 102 fever so I call the doctor back to take her back in. Child #3 is most likely immune to the antibiotics because she has had so many when she had multiple ear infections when she was an infant. The doctor comes to the same conclusion and we get a new prescription for a different antibiotic. Yippy!
That makes 4 doctor visits in a matter of one week. Granted when Child #3 was born, I did spend every day for two weeks going to the doctor to get her blood tested because her bilirubin count wouldn’t come down. She was jaundice. Considering I didn’t see the doctor every time, I won’t count this as actual doctor visits.
Anyway, the Hansen household is all drugged up and I actually got a full night of sleep last night. I’m still a little cranky, but recovering nicely. On the brighter side, James or I didn’t get sick. Knock on wood.
In the meantime, Child #3 has come down with similar symptoms so I call the doctor back to make an appointment to get her in to get checked. Back to the doctor we go. They take the throat culture and will let us know in 48 hours.
Monday rolls around, you guessed it, Child #3 tested positive for strep throat. Wouldn’t you know it; Child #2 came down with the same symptoms as well. Back to the doctor we go for the third time. The great culture test is performed again and the 48 hour wait begins except the Doctor gives us a prescription for the antibiotics anyway (thank God). If she is positive then we’re covered, if she is not positive then we stop the drugs.
Of course, I get the call and Child #2 is positive. At this time, you think we’re all good, right? No. I get a call from the daycare telling me Child #3 has a 102 fever so I call the doctor back to take her back in. Child #3 is most likely immune to the antibiotics because she has had so many when she had multiple ear infections when she was an infant. The doctor comes to the same conclusion and we get a new prescription for a different antibiotic. Yippy!
That makes 4 doctor visits in a matter of one week. Granted when Child #3 was born, I did spend every day for two weeks going to the doctor to get her blood tested because her bilirubin count wouldn’t come down. She was jaundice. Considering I didn’t see the doctor every time, I won’t count this as actual doctor visits.
Anyway, the Hansen household is all drugged up and I actually got a full night of sleep last night. I’m still a little cranky, but recovering nicely. On the brighter side, James or I didn’t get sick. Knock on wood.
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