So, the other day, Chad and I come home from the grocery store and start going through our usual routine of cutting up all of the produce to be stored and easily accessible for the rest of the week.
He hand me the container of pineapple and I god to put it in the fridge. When I open the door, one of the door shelves flies out and lands on the floor. All of our jams and things break and scatter around the floor. We have a brief we-aren't-going-to-get-upset-over-this laugh and I start cleaning. I even had to vacuum because of all of the glass.
Once everything is cleaned up I go to open the fridge, again, to put the pineapple up. Low and behold, ANOTHER side shelf flies out at me. What the heck??? At this point, I'm kinda mad because twice now i've had to clean the floor up (and I just put all the cleaning stuff back up) and we've lost even more food. At the same time, its pretty funny.
Our refrigerator came with the house. The sticker on the inside says 1992. Its an almond side by side. The water and ice maker don't work. When we moved in, someone had left something in it when the power had been shut off - yeah, that was gross. I swore I wouldn't use it. I remember the day that my mother-in-law came over with gloves and ammonia and taught me how to complete clean that horrible thing.
It served us well for the past three years. Several times, Chad and I ventured out and looked at different fridges, but really, we needed other things before we needed to replace a working appliance.
But Sunday, after the second drawer feel out, my loving husband looked and me and said, "tomorrow I want you to go buy a new fridge." I agreed, the time had come.
So, Monday morning, I was at Sears when the doors opened. I walked right in, opened every fridge there and finally came upon "the one." After selecting "the one" it wasn't able to be delivered until the end of July. That wasn't going to work. So they worked a deal and somehow I got a fridge that was $500 more expensive than the one I had chosen, for the price of my original selection. NICE!!
For some reason, I can't get the picture to work, but i got a Black Kenmore Elite Trio. Bottom freezer, french doors, 25 cu ft. Funny enough, the old fridge was 25 cu ft, but this one hold so much more. It was jam packed in the old one, now you open the new one and it looks like we never buy groceries. I even have a whole watermelon in there right now! :)
Friday, July 20, 2007
Kai's Birthday Present - Check!
i just bought a Thomas the Train table for $50!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I've been ebaying, craigslisting, etc for WEEKS and the lowest i saw was $100-something for the "official" table.
I go to drop kai off, and two doors down they are having a sale. As i'm passing i notice the table. I pulled into my babysitters, threw kai at her and ran down there. the whole time i'm thinking "i'll give them $100." I yell (as if someone was going to steal it out from under me) "how much for the table?" $50!!!!!!!
I'm so stinking happy!!!!!!
http://tinyurl.com/22nuyx table
http://tinyurl.com/27qmje play board
I've been ebaying, craigslisting, etc for WEEKS and the lowest i saw was $100-something for the "official" table.
I go to drop kai off, and two doors down they are having a sale. As i'm passing i notice the table. I pulled into my babysitters, threw kai at her and ran down there. the whole time i'm thinking "i'll give them $100." I yell (as if someone was going to steal it out from under me) "how much for the table?" $50!!!!!!!
I'm so stinking happy!!!!!!
http://tinyurl.com/22nuyx table
http://tinyurl.com/27qmje play board
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Sunday, July 08, 2007
Week 4 of Get With It
Hahaha. So, on to week 4 of Get With It 2007. Get With It is the running training program I'm doing in Colleyville with Luke's Locker. I'm having an excellent time. I'm starting to realize why people seldom lift weights while training for runs...there simply is not enough time to do both...or energy.
I'm laughing thinking back on Liz's post a few months ago when she got started running. She said it best, at first its to the mail box, then it to the next block, etc. When she started I laughed thinking that I could never even run to the end of my street.
When I heard about Luke's I said no over and over thinking there would be no way. First off, I'm in horrible "cardio" shape. I'm really good at lifting, but I'm talking can only manage about 5 minutes on the elliptical - TOPS. Also, every time I'd tried running in the past, I'd get injured. I remember in college my friend Laura and I tried to start running, I got so injured that I couldn't even leap. (I know that sounds funny, but you know how you have to "leap" in essence in a stride?? - Basically my knees!) I also had a history of bad shin splints. Well, its week four and I'm still going...and without injury.
When I signed up, I told them all about my previous issues and they told me my shoes were my problem. Sure enough I was suckered into buying shoe's that their store sells, but you know what, I think it has made all of the difference in the world!
Also, I like their training program, they start off pretty slow. I was shocked that even after missing a week of training I was still able to keep up with everyone this weekend. Actually, huge milestone - I ran my very first mile! We walked 6.5m, jogged 17m, walked 6.5. I honestly cannot believe how easy it came to me. Of course, I'm also realizing the difference in jogging and running. I'm a good jogger! :)
So-the goal is 13.1 miles...which seems like such a far fetched goal when I just ran my first. I logged on to Map My Run to see just how far that was. I thought my parents house would be 13 miles, um, nope 6.5...WTH?? So in theory, by December, I should be able to run to my parents house and back on the back roads....CRAZY!
I'm laughing thinking back on Liz's post a few months ago when she got started running. She said it best, at first its to the mail box, then it to the next block, etc. When she started I laughed thinking that I could never even run to the end of my street.
When I heard about Luke's I said no over and over thinking there would be no way. First off, I'm in horrible "cardio" shape. I'm really good at lifting, but I'm talking can only manage about 5 minutes on the elliptical - TOPS. Also, every time I'd tried running in the past, I'd get injured. I remember in college my friend Laura and I tried to start running, I got so injured that I couldn't even leap. (I know that sounds funny, but you know how you have to "leap" in essence in a stride?? - Basically my knees!) I also had a history of bad shin splints. Well, its week four and I'm still going...and without injury.
When I signed up, I told them all about my previous issues and they told me my shoes were my problem. Sure enough I was suckered into buying shoe's that their store sells, but you know what, I think it has made all of the difference in the world!
Also, I like their training program, they start off pretty slow. I was shocked that even after missing a week of training I was still able to keep up with everyone this weekend. Actually, huge milestone - I ran my very first mile! We walked 6.5m, jogged 17m, walked 6.5. I honestly cannot believe how easy it came to me. Of course, I'm also realizing the difference in jogging and running. I'm a good jogger! :)
So-the goal is 13.1 miles...which seems like such a far fetched goal when I just ran my first. I logged on to Map My Run to see just how far that was. I thought my parents house would be 13 miles, um, nope 6.5...WTH?? So in theory, by December, I should be able to run to my parents house and back on the back roads....CRAZY!
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
My weight story...
I feel really silly posting this, but its on my mind.
I always have rolled my eyes at commercials on TV for WW, Curves, etc. I mean, come on, how hard is it to lose weight?? I was a size four and taking enough OTC drugs to keep my appetite low and metabolism high. I had never stepped foot in a gym before and had over indulged in a diet of beer, bar food and fast food. What did I know.
Four years ago I stopped taking all of those wonderful over the counter drugs and it didn't take long for my body to realize all the help I had been receiving. Almost immediately I gained 10 pounds. 120 to about 130. This was right when I met Chad. He got me into a gym and started teaching me the basics of weight lifting, but we didn't change our diet.
Once we got engaged we were on a mission to look good, heck, who isn't. Our wedding was to take place on the beach, so we felt extra pressure. We ate nothing but oatmeal, egg whites, chicken, salad and brown rice for 3 months...and it paid off. I got married looking fabulous and weighing 128.
But then married life set in. I started a new job further away from home, so hitting the gym was harder, which led to little time to prepare dinner (ha, and i used to think i had no time). The pounds started to come back on. We ate sensible, but not like we were prewedding. On my 25 birthday, I bought my first pair of size 8 jeans. I went to Chad humbly and professed how sorry I was that I had quit working so hard. He said I was fine. I asked, "at what point would you start encouraging me to go back to the gym" he replied, "140." I watched that scale get to 138 and then...I got pregnant.
Pregnancy was not pretty to me. You can read all about it on my pregnancy blog. I gained 60 pounds. I worked out, I didn't eat horrible, but certainly not as healthy as I could. I Got home from the hospital after delivering that bundle of joy weighing 198!
Motherhood and working leave very little alone time, very little time to take care of yourself time. FOr the last two years I started my diets over and over again. It's not like I didn't know what to do, my husband is a trainer for goodness sake, but eating all of that boring food day after day was getting me nowhere. Looking back on this blog you can see how many time I vowed to loos the weight.
At some point last summer i made it to the 140's again...but the scale never budged. I'd weigh, nothing. I'd go to the gym, nothing. I couldn't understand. I knew everything i needed to do, but nothing was working.
At the beginning of May, as I've posted before, I started going out of control with my eating. THe scale had been hoovering around 143/144, but was starting to creep back up. I was eating everything in sight, without remorse. My friend, whose husband is also a trainer (and who gave Chad and I our wedding diets), told me that she had joined WW despite what her DH thought about it. She just needed something new. SHe and I had personally talked about it several times, but knew we'd come against some major opposition seeing that our Dh's so this for a living.
I thought about it and really wished I could bring it up to Chad, but was totally afraid. Finally after seeing the zoo pictures and then asking Chad if I were bigger or smaller than *blank* I knew something had to be done. The next morning I got up and proclaimed, "I'm going to WW, this has to stop."
Looking back I'm sure Chad was shaking his head all morning praying that I might stick to something longer than two weeks. When I signed up, rather than putting me down, he encouraged me.
Since that day, every drop of food that goes in my mouth gets logged. I'm on a constant quest of the internet to find new recipes and foods. I've busted out the measuring spoons and cups and scale and measure everything I put on my plate. My thought is, heck, I'm paying for it, it better work. And it does. Its amazing.
I can't believe the weight that I've lost and all the food I've been eating. I don't feel deprived, or hungry, I feel revived! I'm eating what I want, when I want and I'm losing weight.
I'm going to start posting on here my recipes and food finds like some of the other blogs I read. Hopefully my research can help others too. I may even start posting everything that I eat...only if you don't laugh b/c I eat A LOT!
I always have rolled my eyes at commercials on TV for WW, Curves, etc. I mean, come on, how hard is it to lose weight?? I was a size four and taking enough OTC drugs to keep my appetite low and metabolism high. I had never stepped foot in a gym before and had over indulged in a diet of beer, bar food and fast food. What did I know.
Four years ago I stopped taking all of those wonderful over the counter drugs and it didn't take long for my body to realize all the help I had been receiving. Almost immediately I gained 10 pounds. 120 to about 130. This was right when I met Chad. He got me into a gym and started teaching me the basics of weight lifting, but we didn't change our diet.
Once we got engaged we were on a mission to look good, heck, who isn't. Our wedding was to take place on the beach, so we felt extra pressure. We ate nothing but oatmeal, egg whites, chicken, salad and brown rice for 3 months...and it paid off. I got married looking fabulous and weighing 128.
But then married life set in. I started a new job further away from home, so hitting the gym was harder, which led to little time to prepare dinner (ha, and i used to think i had no time). The pounds started to come back on. We ate sensible, but not like we were prewedding. On my 25 birthday, I bought my first pair of size 8 jeans. I went to Chad humbly and professed how sorry I was that I had quit working so hard. He said I was fine. I asked, "at what point would you start encouraging me to go back to the gym" he replied, "140." I watched that scale get to 138 and then...I got pregnant.
Pregnancy was not pretty to me. You can read all about it on my pregnancy blog. I gained 60 pounds. I worked out, I didn't eat horrible, but certainly not as healthy as I could. I Got home from the hospital after delivering that bundle of joy weighing 198!
Motherhood and working leave very little alone time, very little time to take care of yourself time. FOr the last two years I started my diets over and over again. It's not like I didn't know what to do, my husband is a trainer for goodness sake, but eating all of that boring food day after day was getting me nowhere. Looking back on this blog you can see how many time I vowed to loos the weight.
At some point last summer i made it to the 140's again...but the scale never budged. I'd weigh, nothing. I'd go to the gym, nothing. I couldn't understand. I knew everything i needed to do, but nothing was working.
At the beginning of May, as I've posted before, I started going out of control with my eating. THe scale had been hoovering around 143/144, but was starting to creep back up. I was eating everything in sight, without remorse. My friend, whose husband is also a trainer (and who gave Chad and I our wedding diets), told me that she had joined WW despite what her DH thought about it. She just needed something new. SHe and I had personally talked about it several times, but knew we'd come against some major opposition seeing that our Dh's so this for a living.
I thought about it and really wished I could bring it up to Chad, but was totally afraid. Finally after seeing the zoo pictures and then asking Chad if I were bigger or smaller than *blank* I knew something had to be done. The next morning I got up and proclaimed, "I'm going to WW, this has to stop."
Looking back I'm sure Chad was shaking his head all morning praying that I might stick to something longer than two weeks. When I signed up, rather than putting me down, he encouraged me.
Since that day, every drop of food that goes in my mouth gets logged. I'm on a constant quest of the internet to find new recipes and foods. I've busted out the measuring spoons and cups and scale and measure everything I put on my plate. My thought is, heck, I'm paying for it, it better work. And it does. Its amazing.
I can't believe the weight that I've lost and all the food I've been eating. I don't feel deprived, or hungry, I feel revived! I'm eating what I want, when I want and I'm losing weight.
I'm going to start posting on here my recipes and food finds like some of the other blogs I read. Hopefully my research can help others too. I may even start posting everything that I eat...only if you don't laugh b/c I eat A LOT!
Thomas Light English Muffins - 1 pt!
Yummy! These are perfect for a morning snack or paired with a Boca or Morningstar burger. You can't beat 1 point bread item.
Monday, July 02, 2007
Healing...
Well, the surgery went just fine. I slept the better part of Friday and Saturday, but by Sunday I had major cabin fever. I've taken only a few painkillers...actually, only one today.
I hit the road this afternoon...maybe a little too early! Nothing is worse than finally getting your rear in shape and then having to sit around all weekend. I felt like a complete blob. I now understand better why Chad always says he doesn't feel very good when he doesn't work out. ANYWAY, I held my Bible study this evening, got the Man to bed and decided to go for a leisurely stroll. Well, 5 min in I decided to see how my body would react to a slight jog. I was able to jog comfortably about five minutes..I'm happy about that.
The worst thing about this particular surgery is they fill you with gas (CO2) to move your organs and better look around. Well, that gas isn't in a place that it can easily escape (ie, you can't burp or fart it out), it just has to absorb. ugh...it think the gas is worse than the cuts. I thought it was gone, but after my jog it returned to my sholder and under my ribcage....yucK!
The Baby is sick too. :( He has the worst snotty nose. He's actually in there snoring! Poor baby.
Oh. someone just emailed me this....how odd http://www.bearfireresorts.com
I hit the road this afternoon...maybe a little too early! Nothing is worse than finally getting your rear in shape and then having to sit around all weekend. I felt like a complete blob. I now understand better why Chad always says he doesn't feel very good when he doesn't work out. ANYWAY, I held my Bible study this evening, got the Man to bed and decided to go for a leisurely stroll. Well, 5 min in I decided to see how my body would react to a slight jog. I was able to jog comfortably about five minutes..I'm happy about that.
The worst thing about this particular surgery is they fill you with gas (CO2) to move your organs and better look around. Well, that gas isn't in a place that it can easily escape (ie, you can't burp or fart it out), it just has to absorb. ugh...it think the gas is worse than the cuts. I thought it was gone, but after my jog it returned to my sholder and under my ribcage....yucK!
The Baby is sick too. :( He has the worst snotty nose. He's actually in there snoring! Poor baby.
Oh. someone just emailed me this....how odd http://www.bearfireresorts.com
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