Brazlian Butt

I woke up early this morning and decided to get out of bed and do the Cardio Axe (pronounced ash-ay) before I went to work.  It turned out to be a very fun workout and not near as difficult as the Bum-Bum workout that left me crippled for 3 days.  It was a 30 minute workout of which I lasted 25.  Not bad, I thought.  I do not feel sore in anyway but I also do not feel as if I could work out again this afternoon.  Perhaps I will tackle Bum-Bum again tomorrow morning so that I can hobble around all weekend.

Working out

I am finding that I have little time to work out and its driving me insane.  I like to walk at the very least and really don't have time for even that.  I think that television has something to do with my lack of inspiration when it comes to working out because at the end of the day, all I want to do is veg in front of it and turn off from my extraordinarily busy day.  I don't think I'm alone in this venture. Yet, I know several people who do not do this.  Instead, they work out.  It sounds insane to me - to work out at 7 or 8 o'clock at night - but it seems to work for them.

I was talking to a co-working this morning who said that after working 2 hours overtime, he had dinner, spent time with his son and then worked out for an hour and a half.  He then showered and went to bed at 11:00.  He was at work at 5:30 this morning.  Now, granted, he is 24 and all us older, wiser folks know that only a young person can do that.  If I tried, I would be dead within about 3 days.  But, the one thing he told me was that he doesn't watch TV.  No wonder he has time to workout!!

Greg and I got rid of our cable so that Matthew would not grow up glued to the TV and be more interested in other things like reading.  We have found however, that the shows we regularly watch are on standard TV and we never really needed cable. As a result, we haven't stopped watching TV at all! 

I have a feeling that turning off the TV or rather, pushing play to work out, is going to be more of a challenge than eating clean. I will need to chose picking up a book instead of turning on American Idol.  Strange that it seems like something I have to train myself to do - just like I need to train myself to eat clean and exercise.

So many things to say, so little time

Do I talk about how sore I am from doing my Brazlian Butt DVD last night, or do I talk about how perfect George Clooney always looks?  How about the outstanding review I just recieved this morning from my boss who is encouraging me to be myself because it has a calming effect on the office?  Or maybe the haircut I'm considering. Decisions, decisions.....

I certainly am sore from doing the Bum-Bum (prounounced boom-boom) last night.  It was a kick-ass workout, hehehe, and I am feeling the effects of it this morning. I was hoping I wouldn't be so sore because I do not want to end up not exercising while I recover.  I will attempt the cardio workout as prescribed this afternoon and I hope it doesn't have too many squats!

George Clooney.  Ah, what can I say?  If it wasn't for his politics, he would be the perfect man.  I recall seeing him a few months ago in front of some congressional committee and he was dressed in a gray suit.  I could almost smell his cologne through the television!  Every hair was in place and I can't say that I've ever seen a more impressive-looking man in my life. He was just gorgeous.

This morning, I ran across a couple of pictures of him with Ewan MacGregor at the premier of their movie, Men Who Stare at Goats. Both of them looked so handsome but George is like a tall drink of water.  He looks good no matter what he does.  His little Italian bird is a lucky woman.  Like most men, all he has to do is keep his mouth shut and stand there and be handsome, and I'll be happy.

I'm not really sure about this yet but I'm considering getting my haircut like this (of course, I wouldn't mind having her body either but that isn't something I can go to the beauty parlor to get!):

I think the cut would look good on me but then I would have to style my hair every morning and I absolutely hate doing that!  Sometimes I just want to put my hair in a ponytail, especially on those really hot days and anyone living in Phoenix knows that ends up being about 300 days of the year!  On the other hand, this style is short enough to be cool AND look good during the long summers.

Back in the saddle

I began my workouts again this morning after the stomach flu, cold, new job, and new daycare, AND my Dad's illness.  Whew!  It has been a busy month.

I finally cracked open my Brazlian Butt DVD and did the introductory workout and 5 minutes of the Bum Bum Rapido for a total of about a 25 minute workout.  I have had to rearrange my mornings to fit in a workout but it seemed to run smoothly and I even got a little web surfing in during breakfast!  Ah, multi-tasking - it's a wonderful thing!

I stocked my lunch bag with clean eats - lots of fruit and vegies and hard boiled eggs along with my Shakology so I am hoping to feel good today.  I'm drinking water as if I haven't had water in weeks.

It never ceases to amaze me though, how much better I feel after exercising.  With all the stress of the past month, I haven't been in the best of moods.  My anxiety attacks have returned and I have been exhausted.  By contrast, this morning, I feel wonderful..  I am upbeat, happy, and generally in a good mood.

Blogs, Blogs Everywhere

I have become hooked to blogs and blogging. Every second I have, I click the Next Blog button and peek into the lives of people I’ve never met.


It was this way that I discovered, and have become a fan of, The Sassy Curmudgeon, a humorously written blog that I think every woman in America can identify with. This blog was listed as a Blog of Note for the month. It has led me to other blogs, some of which are newer than mine but already have quite a following.

I have to say that I’m a little jealous that I haven’t had anyone follow my blog. Perhaps I’m just not as witty a writer. Maybe my blog is too filled with angst or perhaps I’m not as interesting a person as I have convinced myself I am. My two teenagers constantly remind me how un-cool I am, despite my lame efforts to be “sick” (the new slang for “cool”). I fear that my blogging may lead to the same conclusion: I am so not cool.

Funny, I read an article this morning about embracing your inner nerd as far as movies are concerned. We all have our guilty pleasures that link us to nerd-hood. I think that is why I like The Sassy Curmudgeon so much. She owns her inner nerd while being one of the coolest (sickest) bloggers around.

I was reading her blog today and she linked to another blog called Fabulous in Park Slope – another blog about being rich, skinny and fabulous in New York. In essence, a Sex in the City-type blog about fashion. Strangely, I always thought of myself as fabulous and yet if I gauged myself by FiPS, I would be sorely lacking. I think I may be too practical to be fabulous. Hot pink purses just don’t suit me, nor do Loubitans (hell, I can’t even walk in high heels anymore!). Give me a good pair of loafers and Levi’s and I’m set!

Daycare Days

Matthew started a new daycare yesterday.  One that is closer to home so that I don't have to drive 25 minutes out of my way to pick him up.  Drop off was tough, so I"m told, and Daddy felt horrible to leave his little boy screaming on the floor.  Oh well, such is life.

Last weekend I was recovering from the stomach flu.  I am now in full steam ahead on a cold.  The worst thing about it is that my eyes are watering like crazy and my mascara is running down my face!  In addition, I generally sound like a frog from my sore throat.  However, I need to recuperate before I see my Dad this weekend, as I'm sure it wouldn't be very good to be sick around him in his failing health.

I'm looking forward to seeing my sister this weekend.  It would be nice if it were under better circumstances but it will still be all good.  I hope to hit the park on Saturday night for a couple of hours before I head home on Sunday.

Hugs and Kisses

Matthew is not very cuddly. He doesn’t like to hug and kiss like most babies do. He is far too busy exploring his world to be bothered with giving affection to mom and dad. He doesn’t want to miss a bit of the world around him, so voracious his curiosity. While I embrace his need for exploration, I would love to be able to just hug my little boy for a brief moment and enjoy holding him.


He allowed me to do that last night for the first time. He was exhausted from his day and he spent about 15 minutes wanting mommy, then wanting daddy. He rested his head on our shoulders, sucked his thumb and both mom and dad reveled in this quiet moment.

I wish we had more of them.

On a different note, I've come to the conclusion that I will most likely have to cook my meals for the week on the weekend.  That way, I can come home and just put dinner in the oven.  I have precious little time to be cooking dinner every night (especially if I ever want to begin exercising again) and my demanding child keeps my attention on him for the most part.  Fast food dinners will quickly get boring and I'm running out of things to make in a few minutes.  Even crock pot dinners require prep time - something that I just don't have if I want to get in some exercise time.

Hence, I think this weekend I will put aside some time and make a few dinners.  Wish me luck!