Thursday, April 28, 2011

Three Things Thursday: Move edition

Move that body: 2-mile walk with Denali

This post is all her fault. She asked whether I'd have a "We'll miss you crappy neighbors" post, and I thought it was a fabulous idea. Except I'm making it three things I won't miss about this dang apartment.

1. My crappy neighbors. The first real crappy neighbor was the single mom who yelled at her 3-year-old all the time, calling her a "b" and telling her that she wished she was dead. Then there was the landlord's son, who lived in the basement and beat his dog. He was replaced by the old man who has emphysema (or something like it) and hacks in the wee hours of the morning. Then, upstairs we have the single mom who has 1 a.m. bedroom sessions and partial custody of the loudest three kids and two dogs.

2. Windows that don't open. We live in an "old house," as the landlord likes to say. The windows are not new and operate on a pulley system. Some of the pulleys are broke and you need a book to prop the window open. Other windows have been painted or caulked shut. Seriously, not one window in our bedroom can allow the cool spring air to pass through it.

3. The fire station across the street. Do I even need to explain? The sirens are only compounded by the fact that there's a hospital less than a mile away. Woo, red flashing lights ... not.

What I will miss?

The grocery store that's literally across the street.
Multiple access points to the trail system.
Free cable.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Rainy day serenade

Move that body: 3.35-mile run (2 walk breaks totaling 0.25 mile)

Mother Nature hates me. She does. The past week, my northeast Indiana mornings have looked like this:

Rainy window Puddles

Pink umbrella

And the afternoons, as I drive home, have looked like this:

Nice day

Yeah. There’s no debating Mother Nature’s animosity toward me.

But this morning I decided to be the bigger person (literally, these days) and go out for a soggy run. Mostly because Denali has been a real pita chip lately, and Mark and I can only assume it’s because he hasn’t been getting as much exercise. Or he’s peeved that we rolled up his living room rug ahead of the move. Either way a run would do him some good. And me, as well. As we know, I can be a real pita chip if I don’t get my run on.

Things I have to say about this run but can’t find a great, flowing way to say:

*It took me 10 minutes to find my shoes. I think Mark someone moved them from the hallway and put them by the front door, where I would never think to look for them.

*My running hat is packed … somewhere …and I had to go this capless. Boo.

*I realized about a half-mile in that this would be the last run in the ‘hood. Yeah … my sentimentality ended there.

*I felt good but slow.

*I hate hills. I especially hate hills when you have to try to run in the grass because there are MASSIVE puddles everywhere and your socks can not absorb one more milliliter of liquid.

*I got mud on my legs because I had to run in the grass. I sort of liked it.

*I also sort of liked running in the rain because I could feel slightly hardcore despite my sloth-like pace.

*I’m hungry. Wait. That’s not related to my run.

Do you run in the rain? Any tips for making the most of Mother Nature’s “bounty”?

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Drop in demand

Move that body: 25 minutes of Jillian Michaels’ “No More Trouble Zones”

FYI for my fellow preggos: NMTZ has lots and lots of floor work, and you basically can do only half the workout.

I realized something very troublesome this morning: My mornings of OnDemand/Exercise TV workouts are numbered.


I have just three more mornings where I can hit the “OnDemand” button my cable remote and scroll through workout after workout. Three more mornings of looking for something that piques my physical interest. Three more mornings of Jillian Michaels.


You see, we’re not getting cable at the new house – at least right away. And it was my idea. I thought I would just be giving up “Top Chef Masters” and hours on end of HGTV. I didn’t realize I was going to give up my access to a bajillion workouts.


My saving grace will be my willingness to use my library card and that dang Jackie Warner DVD I’ve been avoiding like the plague. I may need to get 3 pound weights to make it through but it will be something. Of course, Jillian Michaels could be super nice, read this blog and send me her entire catalog of workout DVDs. I’m sure she’ll sympathize with the preggo plight.

In other news, guess what made it into my bag o’ food two days in a row now?

And get your minds out of the Dairy Queen.


Baby carrots. Once my friend, then my preggo foe. I’m determined to start snacking on better foods throughout the day – or at least less carby foods – and so I picked up a bag at Aldi’s, along with a jar of salsa. Salsa makes every thing taste better. Except Thin Mints. Thin Mints taste good all on their own. I was forced to eat some today. Yep, I was. All in the name in cleaning out the fridge before the move.

Also in my bag o’ food (and, by the way, when I say bag I mean BAG as in a reusable grocery bag): green beans, an orange and peaches in extra light syrup.

Do you take a bag of snacks to work? What’s in it?

Monday, April 25, 2011

You say potato, I say maybe

Move that body: 2.2-mile walk with Denali


Welcome back, potatoes. Oh, how I have missed thee!

As you may or may not remember, I gave up potatoes for Lent. I thought it would be a good way for me to return to making better choices and rid my diet of french fries. It seemed so easy to give them up. After all, I could have sweet potatoes and turnips, fruit and carrots. However, having “slipped” three times – a potato cake was in an Arby’s breakfast wrap, a birthday baked potato and preggo blahs required a Happy Meal – it was evident that it was far more difficult than it seemed initially.

Here’s what I learned:

POTATO *Where there’s a meal, there’s a potato. Breakfast = Hash browns, hash brown casserole, American fries, home fries. Lunch = French fries. Dinner = Baked potatoes, mashed potatoes, au gratin potatoes. It’s nearly impossible to go out to eat and not have to refuse a potato option.

*Potatoes are like ninjas. Vegetable soup – it has potato. An appetizer salad from Rose Angelis in Chicago – it has potato. A breakfast wrap – it has potato. You really have to watch what you are ordering and how it’s prepared.

*Giving up one “unhealthy” food doesn’t automatically mean you’ll make a healthy choice. About once a week, I venture to the hospital across the street to buy lunch at the cafeteria. The food isn’t all that good but it’s convenient and reminds of me college. Anyway, without potatoes, I could have easily picked up two vegetables but on more than one occasion, I subbed out the potato for mac and cheese. Good mac and cheese but unhealthy mac and cheese.

*Rutabagas are good. During active weight loss, my go-to for fry alternatives was the turnip. However, I couldn’t find the root vegetable one day and ended up with a rutabaga. YUM! Or as yum as you can get without indulging in deep-fried salty goodness.

*I didn’t miss the taste of potatoes – I missed the convenience. Potatoes are so easy to prepare and plan into a meal, and it requires much more thought for me to plan in non-potato options (especially if I want to pick something Mark likes).

*Giving up a food won’t kill you.

*I need to continue with a potato restriction of some kind so I can continue to make better choices.

How did you do on your Lenten sacrifices? Did you learn anything?

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Not a peep

Move that body: Post brunch 2-mile saunter

Happy Easter, chickadees!


I hope you are all having a blessed day filled with love, family and potatoes. Hooray for Lent being over!

I know it’s been a few days since I posted so let’s catch up!

28.5 weeks pregnant

I went for a 2.53-mile run yesterday with Mark and Denali. Fan-freakin’-tastic, let me tell you. It was 60 degrees, the grass was GREEN and flowers were blooming. I felt better than I have in a good two weeks as evidenced by my pace – 10:47 – which factors in two walk breaks totaling about a quarter-mile. During the running sections, I actually saw the upper 9s for most of the time!

On a side note: My thighs are definitely bigger in my preggo non-training world and I was blaming them 100% for my Tempos not fitting like they used to. It took me a good few minutes of tugging to realize the belly didn’t help either.


Packing. Lots and lots of packing. I’m sort of at the point where there’s not much I can do until we move. Right now, we’re tentatively set to close on Friday and move Saturday. Hells yeah!

Oh … and there was this:


A caramel roll served at brunch this morning. Thank you, Granite City.