Friday, December 17, 2010

Friday love

Pre-workout eats: Small bowl eggnog oats

Workout: Ran 5.4 miles; average pace, turtle 9:23.

A lot of people go to bed to sleep. Last night, I went to bed to figure out how to make peanut butter-and-jelly French toast. Sleep could wait – at least mind seemed to think. Peanut butter-and-jelly French toast … well, could not.

I wonder if that’s why I woke up at 3 a.m. completely ravenous.

Anywho, today is a glorious Friday – even if I end up crashing at 3 p.m. I ran in a balmy 22 degrees this morning, got in some decent mileage and located Mark’s knit hat to steal borrow during the run. AND, the best part of the day: “Black Swan” is finally opening in great northeast Indiana. Bring on the dancing! Bring on the tutus! Bring on workout inspiration (the barre, not the stick-thin figures)!

Bring on the Friday love!


lacroix plus pineapple-juice

equal HappyWomanMessagel

One 12-ounce can of Lime flavored LaCroix (0 calories, no sweeteners) plus 6 ounces of 100 percent pineapple juice (100 calories, natural sweeter) equals a refreshing, light beverage and a happy girl.

Fitness. I didn’t have high hopes for the “Body by Bethenny” workout when I selected it from the OnDemand list. She’s just some housewife on some show that I have no intention of watching just riding her 15 minutes and a fitness trend. But it was a 57-minute workout, and my other choice was 10. Yeah, we’ll go with 57 minutes. I have to say that I’m glad I did. The yoga portion (40 minutes) was pretty good for my non-yogi self, and it left me sore for days.

Hold on. Let me check. Yep, still sore.

I will say that Bethenny was a tad annoying, and I got tired of hearing her talk about every joint that snaps, crackles and pops when she does certain poses. Oh, and just so you know, knees to chest is now boobs to knees. Not sure what you do if you have no boobs (ahem) but that’s what she said.

Life. It kind of stinks that we have to work on Friday, considering it might be the most anticipated day of the week. Work, though, doesn’t have to equal suited up and frantic. Take it easy. Relax. Style your hair so you can cut 5 minutes off the straightening routine (thank you, bangs in a braid). Wear sneakers just because you feel like it. Forgo a big dinner for frozen pizza and a side salad picked up on the way home (thank you, Wendy’s).

We’ll probably chill with our easy-peasy dinner and a redbox tonight to rest up for tomorrow. Lunch at a new Mediterranean/Middle Eastern spot, “Black Swan” and a hockey game in the evening.

What are you doing this weekend?

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Three Things Thursday

Pre-workout eats: Eggnog oats
Workout: Ran 6.03 miles; average pace, 9:13.

1. I got out there. I got out there and ran. Even though I was afraid the lazy Kimberly who has taken over my body this week would find an excuse not to go. I did. And I feel better for it. So much so that my grandma even noticed a change in my voice when I called her for a morning chat. I believe she said that I sounded chipper. That dern lady knows everything!

2. I made the most unbelievable oats this morning, or at least the best oats I've made in a long while. Eggnog oats, obviously made with eggnog - my new favorite flavor. (Please don't ask me about the eggnog shake at Steak 'n' Shake. Just don't.)

For a small pre-workout batch, dump into a small saucepan:

1/4 cup old-fashioned oats
1/3 cup low-fat eggnog or Silk Nog
2/3 cup water
1/2 ripe banana
A shake-shake-shake of cinnamon
A shake-shake of nutmeg

Cook the concoction over medium to medium-high heat until it begins to bubble. Reduce heat and cook until the oats reach desired consistency. Add sweetener to taste and enjoy.

3. The McDonald's cheeseburger. Oh, how I've loved thee. Even as a wee tot, I had quite the affinity for the sliver of meat-pickles-onion-ketchup-mustard combo. I remember (clearly, even in my old age) throwing a tantrum in the kitchen of our apartment, begging my mom for a McDonald's cheeseburger. She, of course, being a doting mom, said no and offered to make me one. It wouldn't be the same, I told her. It would just be meat, pickles, onion, ketchup and mustard - not the sliver of meat-pickles-onion-ketchup-mustard combo. I wouldn't like it, I told her. And I didn't. Not even after I accidentally took a sip of her rum and Coke.

I'm sure you are asking yourself: Why are you telling me this? Well, because I told everyone this story this week after hearing about a new lawsuit filed against McDonald's. A mother is suing the chain, arguing that the company's advertising aimed at children is unacceptable. Such ads have made it impossible for the mother to refuse her children McDonald's. She just can't tell them no. Once there, she finds there are no healthy options for her brood.

While I am no expert on the marketing tactic, I have to say that it's a bit ridiculous that a parent can't tell a child no. My mom was obviously able to tell me no. In fact, I heard it a lot. And, dare I be on the side of the fast food chain, a tot could get a 4-piece nugget, apples (no dipping sauce) and a 1% milk for 320 calories. The meal might not be grilled chicken, broccoli and skim milk but it's a decent option - protein, fruit and dairy.

What are your thoughts?

Bonus: Anyone catch Martha Stewart on "Today," ummm, yesterday. She looked like a tranny very festive while showing me how to make awesome holiday decor out of very sparkly things.

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Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Sign of Goodwill

Pre-workout eats: Whole-wheat toast with peanut butter and sliced bananas

Workout: 40 minutes of yoga (“Body by Bethany” on OnDemand)


That’s six bags there. Six bags of sweaters, dresses, pants and coats that are all size 10 or bigger, size medium and larger. Six bags of clothes all too big for this body.

And this weekend, those will all be gone. The Goodwill (or Salvation Army) will find the items in their bins, along with the ugliest throw pillows ever and a few handbags that can’t seem to make it in the rotation.

It’s a good thing -- good because I’m comfortable wearing the sizes that I do and not needing the bigger items. And, yet, I’m a bit sad. Sad because clothes do hold memories in their threads – dresses for special dates, outfits to mark milestones (weight loss or otherwise).

Sayonara, houndstooth coat found on ridiculous clearance at JC Penney.

Goodbye, zebra print Banana Republic dress that I wore for an oceanfront dinner with Mark in Malibu.

Adios, my first pair of size 10 jeans, purchased for last year’s teacher Christmas party.

I hope you find good homes.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010


I did it. I ran on my lunch break. And it was good, if only for the fact of actually doing it.

Will I do it again? Let’s analyze the facts.



It made me feel uber cool, like I was tons more awesome than my co-workers. My feet got uber cold. Stupid hole in my shoe.
Most of the sidewalks were cleared and salted by business owners/government entities. The parts of the sidewalks that were not clear were like mountains. I actually stopped the Garmin a couple times to climb over some of them.
It was warmer at noon, and I didn’t need 300 layers to go outside. It took me what seemed like 300 hours to get in and out of those layers in the tiny stall in the work bathroom. No ADA compliance here.
I was able to get in 4 miles, easy peasy. (I have no clue on pace because I can’t plug in Garmin till later.) Those 4 miles seemed to take a while because there were lots of stops and starts along my downtown route.
I got to run. Downtown doesn’t offer a great route, and I ended up doing a weird loopy out and back.

It’s that last pro that’s going to get me. “I got to run.” Sure, it was a bit of a pain to get naked , dressed, naked again and dressed again in the bathroom. Sure, I had to dodge slow-moving business types on their way to lunch. Sure, I never got settled into a groove because of the crosswalks. But I got to run, if only for 4 miles.

(Just did a smell check – I’m good.)

I think I might be doing this again tomorrow, at least, as it will still be pretty cold and the routes to my beloved boulevard are quite treacherous. Seriously – I almost fell at least five times on my walk with Denali. It might not be my No. 1 choice but it’s nice having this card in my back pocket.

Pajama party and gearing up

Pre-workout eats: Cinnamon Apple instant oats
Workout: 25-minute upper body routine and 1.5-mile walk with Denali

I worked out in my PJs this morning. While watching an episode of "Iron Chef America" that I had on the DVR.

It was awesome.

I had considered doing an OnDemand selection or finally going back to Jackie Warner but I really wanted to watch Battle Pork Fat. So I did. I mapped out a routine before hand and had it timed that I took a break between sets when I had to fast forward through commercials.

I did 12 reps of the following exercises, using 5-pound weights, and repeated the circuit three times.

Hammer curl, transition into press
Bentover row
Tricep kickback
Upright row
Bicep curl
Overhead press
Tricep extension
Lateral raise
Alternating anterior raise
Chest fly
French press
Chest press

Even though it didn't seem that rough - and not that it would be since there were no squats - it took me 25 minutes, and I managed to hit the major muscle groups.

And, if you are keeping tabs, I didn't forget ... I still plan to run at lunch. I have a bag with all my running gear, and I'm working on the mental game. If it sucks, I can come back but I at least have to try.

Have a great Tuesday!

Monday, December 13, 2010

Times two

It’s been two years …


And you know what, I think I might still like him. Happy anniversary, babe!

It’s funny to look back on that day and think of all the excitement and nerves and embarrassment (I forgot to put on pants when I greeted the priest) – especially when today is just an ordinary day. Eat, workout, eat, work, eat, water break, eat.

Today, I look, ummm, like I dressed for the weather. Two years ago, I was playing the part of beautiful bride.

bride nice serious face yawn funny face

This year, I’m staring at a Steve Madden Blossom Satchel that Mark brought home from Macys yesterday. Just because. Two years ago, I was surrounded by beautiful orchids.


Two years ago, I had a Panera bagel, two chicken nuggets, a bite of roast beef and a solitary bite of cake because I didn’t have time to eat.

Tonight, we’re having this …


The healthy version. Because Mark misses L.A. and I am short on time during the week.

Homemade In-n-Out Burgers, Animal Style


Canola oil

Lean ground beef


Salt and pepper


1000 Island Dressing (I use low-fat Kraft)



American cheese

In a saute pan, over medium to medium-high heat, add just enough canola oil to coat the pan. Slice onions and add to the saute pan. Cook the onions until the are soft and translucent but not caramelized.

Meanwhile, preheat skillet over medium to medium high heat. Form ground beef into patties. (I usually weight out 4 ounces of raw beef per patty. Mark gets two, I get one.) Season the patties with salt and pepper. Put a generous squirt of mustard in the skillet and slap patties on there. Cook for a minute or two and then press down meat. Do this only once. Flip burgers after two to three more minutes. Add American cheese and cook until the burger is no longer pink.

Toast buns and, if you’re feeling naughty, brush the tops with melted butter. Take the bottom bun and add ingredients in following order. The order is key!

Bottom bun






Top bun

I like to serve this alongside frozen fast-food style fries and lots of ketchup. I might even pick up a strawberry shake to share with Mark. Just because.

*All wedding photos were taken by Janelle and Shane of Happinest Photo – the best photographers on the planet.

Diary of a wimpy runner

Pre-workout eats: Cinnamon raisin English muffin
Workout: 13-minute attempt at dance aerobics, 20-minute kickboxing (both were OnDemand) and 1.25-mile walk with Denali.

I wimped out on my run this morning. Actually, I wimped out on my run last night.

With Snowmaggedon seemingly imminent and meteorologists threatening the fine folks of northeast Indiana with single-digit lows, I had a feeling that running was going to be less than enjoyable ... if possible. I was also certain that Mark would get a cancellation and he could entertain Denali, relieving me of exercise-the-dog duties and freeing me up to hang out with Exercise TV OnDemand.

Then I woke up. To reality.

It was 18 degrees, 9 degrees too warm for me to invoke a new role -- no running when it's below 10 degrees. We had snow but I had no idea how much (at the time). School was just delayed, which means things couldn't be that bad. I could run ... except that I already had it in my head that I wasn't going to run.

So I wimped out.

And to be honest, I'm kind of glad I did. While it wasn't dangerous, it still wasn't safe per se. There was a good few inches on the ground, wind gusts of 25 mph, the side roads (including my boulevard) hadn't been cleared and I still have a hole in my shoe.

I do want to make up for it, though, and am tentatively thinking of running at lunch tomorrow. Our lows this week are, like, 1 degree but it should be in the high teens, low 20s come noon. I can't skip all week because of my new rule.

Do you run at lunch? Any tips?