Monday, August 10, 2009

I Got Beat Up

Oh boy did I get beat up this morning. Ugh. I am sooo tired.

I go to this fabulous 2 year old fitness gym near my house. I am not in bad shape, but I am not in great shape either. I don't do well working out at my house because of my two toddlers. As soon as I get on the treadmill, they are trying to climb on as well. I can entice them will everything loved by a toddler to stay in the other room, but it doesn't work. Not gummy bears. Not Caillou. Nothing.
I also recorded several hours of exercise routines from the FitTv channel but they climb on the step and they turn off the TV.

So, the gym it is. The great part is they have a Kid's Club. 2 hours at a time they watch all the kids. There's plenty of cool stuff in there to keep them happy, and I can go back in the afternoon again if I want to work out again.

Right off the bat I got talked into having a personal trainer. I don't like to think of myself as someone who is talked in to things easy, but it happens. Especially if I want what they are selling, then I just need to hear the right thing.

I love my trainer. Some of the others look intimidating. Big, bulging muscles and military haircuts. No thanks. I also didn't wan't an overly attractive man watching me struggle and sweat while I worked out. I got a slightly nerdy, medium sized trainer who knows his stuff. (I hope he never sees this).

We have been working out for 3 months now and I have had positive results. Definitely toned up and my recovery time is much quicker. BUT the pain for the couple of days following a workout is BAD. Last week every step hurt and the week before I struggled to pick up my kids. But the pain I am going to feel tomorrow will pale in comparison. I am already sore. THAT is a bad sign.

I told him I was at a plateau. He said we would work through it, right now. Deep lunges while holding 10lb kettle balls... squat jumps onto a step with 5 risers... pilates pushups (these are no joke)... single leg presses with 50lbs and wayyyy too many reps... pull ups and leg lifts while 2 feet off the ground... and the list goes on. The punishment lasted an hour. The sweat was dripping in my eyes. My shirt and hair were soaked. Then, he told me to go do the stairclimber for 20 min. I did 5 and I started to get a low blood sugar attack. You know the feeling when all of the sudden you are starving and trembling? Thank goodness I had a banana in my locker! I got the kids, came home and collapsed.

I don't think I will be having any tasty food today, just to get the most out of it.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

NOT What You Want to Find In the Washer

A diaper. yes. A DIAPER.

I sorted the clothes... I swear I did. And, how did a diaper get in the laundry room???

I have an upside down house. It is very cool, but I have found several undesirables that I never would have thought of until I lived here. My kitchen, living room and master are upstairs, and three bedrooms, a bathroom and a large laundry room are downstairs. It was so unique and exciting to me when we first saw it.

Well, my little Lily who is now 20 months old loves to throw things from the upstairs to the downstairs. There is a banister above the lover half of the stairs, so when she throws things over they land pretty close to the hallway below. Well, I also throw dirty laundry over the stairs when I am going down to wash clothes. Or, I throw them over and yell to my 11 year old, Adrienne, to take them to the laundry room.

Lately, Lily has been trying to snatch diapers after changing and throw them down. I usually catch it, but I guess I didn't this time. FORTUNATELY it was a #1 diaper, if it was a used diaper at all. All of the unused diapers are in a cupboard, but I wouldn't put it past her to gain acees to it. #2 diapers are immediately taken to the outside garbage can, but #1 go to an inside diaper can. I guess I dropped the ball. Ugh.
Lily the culprit

So... I opened the washer to switch the clothes to the dryer and immediately am taken back by the buildup inside the door (front loader). These mushy, puffy bead like clumps are everywhere. And wouldn't you know that I threw some of my husband's Harley Davidson shirts in that load. Dark clothes with bits of fuzzy white material all over them will make you feel sick.

I took everything out, used several baby wipes to clean all the nooks and crannies of washer and restarted the load. This time I put it on heavy soil with an extra rinse. I will keep my fingers crosssed :).

Happy Sunday!

Good morning! I have noticed with self employment there are no real days off. Tasks for home and work all seem to melt together and it is a concerted effort all day to make time for the business needs. Unfortunately I am not one of those that was born with a sharp attention span or a fabulous sense of organization, so often that is what I am putting the most effort in to. I have become quite a fan of coffee and absolutely love it, but am realizing it probably doesn't help my focus, just my motivation. I think it would be pretty entertaining to watch a video of my movements throughout the day. I think I will start researching natural remedies for adult ADD :) . Yesterday I promised some pictures of my new beads... what do you think?