Friday, February 18, 2011

Bare to inspire

Holy guns, Cameron! Or should I call those assault weapons?

I'm all about muscle definition and, to pat myself on the back, male co-workers have commented on my guns. However, I'm not sure if I want to look like an MMA fighter.

So, answer me this: Would you like arms like Cameron?

Friday love

Workout: 3.16-mile run

I am changing my attitude. I am going to expect the best in the hopes that the best comes my way because, last night, I learned that when you expect the worse, you get the worst.

The inspection for our new home was slated for 4 p.m. yesterday. I couldn't go - you know, that whole working thing - so it was up to Mark to get the scoop on the house. And let me tell you, it wasn't ideal.
  • The roof is leaking and it's at the end of its life. Replacement is not an option.
  • The 32-year-old furnace is cracked in two places and is leaking carbon monoxide and natural gas. Obviously, it is not safe and needs to be replaced.
  • Replacing the furnace involves the heat exchange, which means the air conditioner will need to be replaced. Something about leaking freon.
  • And there are the other things that need attention but not immediately: less than adequate insulation in the attic, a slow drain in the kitchen and a pipe needs replaced, as does the garage door opener does.
As you can see, our "move-in ready" house isn't so move-in ready. We're going back to the sellers and asking for replacements. And I am going to believe that they are going to do it. You know why? Expect the best, get the best. Plus, they'll never sell the house with those issues.

But anyways, in light of our new positive mood, let's get to some Friday love.

Food. Knowing we had a busy day - and night - yesterday, i had Mark pick up a pizza from Papa Murphy's, using a gift card I scored off Plum Deals. I told him to get half-veggie and half-whatever he wanted. Instead, he got some "chicken thing" ... off the light menu. My husband ordered off the light menu! It was the Herb Chicken Mediterranean and, let me tell you, it was amazing. Olive oil, garlic, Mozzarella cheese, spinach, grilled chicken, sun-dried tomatoes, feta cheese and herbs. I might have eaten three slices. Might have.

Fitness. Let's just run down the list: 40+ degree weather, capris, ice-free sidewalks, the opening up of neighborhood routes, the sun rising over the river this morning, watching ice chunks dissipate downstream, still managing to maintain a sub-10 minute pace and listening to my iPod. I love it. And I plan to love every single run that I get to have in the coming weeks.

Life. As you know, or maybe you didn't, I'm a fan of audiobooks in the car. My most recent entertainment is "Unbroken," by Laura Hillenbrand and read by Edward Hermann (the grandpa from "Gilmore Girls"!!!). The book is about Louie Zamperini -- a juvenile delinquent-turned-Olympic runner-turned-Army hero. Louie was expected to become the first man to ever break the 4-minute-mile barrier before heading off to World War II, obviously my hook into the story. It's so interesting, even the war parts, and beautifully read. And even though it's non-fiction, I find myself wanting to know what happens next. I highly, highly recommend it.

What are you loving this week?

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Three Things Thursday

1. My arm hurts. Well, not really but I expect it to. And it's sure not because I got up early and had a fling with Jackie Warner. I wish it were that. No, Mark and I had to go to the bank this morning to sign a million and one papers for our house! Yes, folks we bought a house. A super cute ranch in one of our desired neighborhoods that doesn't need work. The only thing we (read: I) have to do is paint baby boy's room.

2. It feels a bit weird to say we bought a house but it feels even weirder to allow myself to believe it. I am still on pins and needles, needles and pins -- just waiting for something to go wrong whether it be with the loan or the inspection (also today) or some weird condition of the neighborhood association (like they hate dogs named Denali).

3. I was contemplating this fear this morning as I made myself a breakfast of PB&J waffles, and I couldn't help but wonder if this fear is related to my weight issues. Hear me out. I think I wait for things to go wrong because part of me believes good things don't happen to me. That I don't deserve them. Do I believe this because nearly a lifetime of obesity programmed me to feel that way? OR, was I obese because I didn't believe I was good enough to be thin?

I am not sure I know the answer, and I am so hot right now that I couldn't think of a good answer if I wanted to you. What are your thoughts?

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Weekly check-up: It’s a …

Workout: Ran 3.21 miles

Capris, ‘twas nice to wear you again.

It was 35 degrees and partly cloudy when I set out this morning, borderline capri weather. However, I was determined to wear them this week and I did – along with a long-sleeve top and thin jacket. No gloves. No hat. No ear covering (though that might have been nice). The sidewalks were clear save for a few rough patches at the park. I pretended it was spring. And I loved it.

We’re supposed to hit 49 today, with a low of 44, so I’m hoping that tomorrow I can not only wear capris but run somewhere other than the fancy boulevard and the park!


Yesterday was the big day - “Show Me Your Parts Day” – at the OB’s office. I could tell you the story about how I ate a cookie to give the baby a sugar high (aka get him/her moving) or how Mark met me there or how the baby looked sort of creepy – like a dancing Halloween skeleton.

Or, I could just tell you what you want to know … what we all wanted to know.

Please cue the video to 3:59.

Did you watch it? Did you?

So, yes, it’s a boy! He’s healthy with two arms, two hands, two legs, two feet, a beating heart and, of course, one … well, you know. Mark and I are both excited though I think Mark is more excited than I am. Something about having a boy boosts a guy’s manhood and pride. It’s like they did something right. Whatev.

While Mark was basking in his “accomplishment,” I was being taken down a notch by the doctor. I asked, because my grandma will ask me later, if it was still OK to run. I was expecting his normal encouragement but instead I got a very vague response that boiled down to “not much longer.” I tried to assure him that I was running slower over a shorter distance and fewer days a week. He nodded as if it was OK but not before asking: “Can you speed walk?”

I bet you know my answer. So, I’m running. For the next four weeks, at least (that’s when I see the doctor again). It’s a bit hard to swallow that my desire to be be one of those Runner’s World chicks who run till 8, even 9, months probably won’t work out. I’m hoping, instead, that he’ll let me go through to the end of my second trimester.

How far along: 19 weeks

Weight gain: 13 pounds (within normal range)

Cravings: Can I say cookies? HA! Actually, I’m wanting for nothing specific. I am eating pretty much as I did before being pregnant except that I’m eating more.

General feelings: The fatigue of the first trimester has dissipated, and I can now stay up to 10 p.m. to watch all of “The Biggest Loser.” Except last night – I fell asleep on the couch at 9 p.m. as I watched the Westminster Dog Show.

Sea monkey FAQ: Now the size of a mango, Vernix caseosa, a greasy white substance made of lanugo, oil, and dead skin cells (yum) now coats baby's skin, shielding it from the amniotic fluid.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Follow the leader

Workout: 2-mile walk with the dog

Back in the day (OK, last year), when I was in full WW mode, I would use the eTools to calculate activity points. A 30-minute yoga session might be 2, a 30-minute run might be 3 and a 30-minute walk with the dog would be 1. After all, walking the dog is not a vigorous, heart-pumping activity.

Unless you own a dog like mine.

I am not sure if you can tell from this video I shot this morning but walking with Denali is a WORKOUT. We do not saunter. We do not stroll. We move. Briskly. I was nearly out of breath at this point, and we hadn’t even completed a half-mile. Yeah. Pretty awesome.

I’m sure you are saying that if he likes to go so fast, why not run. Well, today, running would have been a bit treacherous.



Isn’t that ice just lovely? After yesterday’s 40 degree weather, the temperature dipped into the teens and everything that melted froze … again. Our walk was like a skating rink in parts. I was a trooper and used the opportunity to teach Denali a new word: ice. “Ice” as in we’re walking on ice and don’t pull me down. Mmmkay, thanks.

We’re supposed to hit the 40s again today and, thankfully, the low won’t dip below freezing. And, and, tomorrow’s high is near 50. I am so running in capris tomorrow. I am. I am. I am going to pretend it’s spring if only for a day.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Love is in the air

Workout: Upper body with 5-pound weights and 2.25-mile walk with Denali


Happy Valentine’s Day! Denali wanted to give you something special so he gave this balloon lots of kisses … for you. He’s so sweet like that.

Or, if you aren’t into slobber, you come to my house and snag one of Mark’s Valentine’s Day treats.


Chocolate-covered strawberry cake balls. I promise they taste a bajillion times better than this photo. Yellow kitchen lighting and my lack of skills never bode well for food shots.

Anyway, always one to fall in love with Jessica’s recipes, I was struck by the Chocolate-Covered Strawberry Cake Ball – or truffle as you call them … or pop if you put a stick in it. Whatever. Mark is a huge fan of cake balls, especially my cookies and cream version, so I thought it would be a lovely treat for the celebration of love.

He agreed. At least on Saturday, when I gave them to him (along with his $10.99 container of Joseph Decuis clam chowder).

Tonight, they failed to seduce him so I'll give them to you if you'll be my valentine.


Yep, that’s him eating ice cream out of the container. So much for my romantic cake balls.

Do you bake treats for your significant other as a gift? Did your evening top the excitement of the Healthy Strides’ Cheeseburger Meatloaf (made with ground sirloin, 2 percent cheese and egg substitute) and “The American'” (I am so bored I could cry)?

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Time goes by

Workout: 3-mile run

5:30 a.m.: Hear Denali stir. Decide to get up, take my big girl vitamin (aka prenatal) and get Denali outside and fed.

5:40 a.m.: Go back to bed

6:15 a.m.: Decide that I have far too much mucus many thoughts in my head and that additional sleep will not happen.

6:16 a.m.: Realize that I am also ravenous and I might as well get out of bed.

6:20 a.m.: Eat oatmeal and banana and read blogs

6:45 a.m.: Wake up Mark with my hacking, causing him to get out of bed and ask if I'm alive. Yes, I am. He goes back to bed for a "few" minutes. In Mark language, a few minutes is like 45 minutes. Minimum.

This morning, it was about 45 minutes, giving me ample time to blow my nose 3,247 times and let breakfast No. 1 digest a bit.

7:45 ish: Head out for a run, capped at 2.5 miles by Mark. Enjoyed "mild" weather (34 degrees), running on some pavement and not having to keep hold of Denali. My leash-holding responsibilities have been limited after Friday's fall. D'oh!

8-ish: Realize that the weekend's warmer temps "softened" the snow, giving it more resistance and making the normally-clear park a snow beach. Not so much fun to run on.

8:15-ish: Ditch Mark and do a loop on one of the side streets so I can make the run 3 miles. Felt good and thought about making it longer but feared that Mark would worry something happened and went home.

9:17 a.m.: Blog and feel the sea monkey kick (yay for week 18 - movement!). Decide he/she likes coffee.

9:18 a.m.: Wonder if I can wear my sweats to Target.

Hope everyone has had a lovely weekend thus far! Stay tuned for something sweet :)