tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78191044190025922442024-03-19T01:32:20.447-07:00Foodie Gettin' Fit99ToGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907137892373765012noreply@blogger.comBlogger68125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819104419002592244.post-7727894885840123242011-02-02T09:48:00.000-08:002011-02-02T09:50:07.808-08:00I've Moved!I'm alive!! I'm just blogging elsewhere. Come on over to: <a href="http://foodiegettinfit.wordpress.com/">foodiegettinfit.wordpress.com </a>!99ToGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907137892373765012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819104419002592244.post-33785671741372950222010-12-05T10:10:00.000-08:002010-12-05T10:45:20.044-08:00Trail Run Tragedy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjgkEZleZroB_V6LfPNhGmcdmVXHOTNVQhe_jGJx66gtlm7bTNdZfI_N5SVEHirXVSWWRoroYVnYtO-01zwJM8UP3CVtu7vF3SUJKnKd5BqiohIZqS7NpAowk9x-mvYV00dy4mmBspw5w/s1600/leavesrun.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547262581409600178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjgkEZleZroB_V6LfPNhGmcdmVXHOTNVQhe_jGJx66gtlm7bTNdZfI_N5SVEHirXVSWWRoroYVnYtO-01zwJM8UP3CVtu7vF3SUJKnKd5BqiohIZqS7NpAowk9x-mvYV00dy4mmBspw5w/s320/leavesrun.JPG" /></a> These were the leaves I'd come to see and enjoy. I even stopped along the way to take a quick shot with my phone, and I DO NOT stop during a run.<br /><br />Now I know that taking pictures of leaves during a run will never be a problem for me again, because I'll not be running that close to leaves along a trail. EVER AGAIN.<br /><br />Why? Because my IT Band and some obscure muscles in my hip can't handle the steep slopes, soft-give-way-right-under-your-foot surface, and limb jumping that must be done on the trails in my neighborhood. These trails were <em>meant for walking, </em>my friends, and nothing else. Not for me, anyway.<br /><br />This was the first run, in months, that I couldn't finish. And it was the first that I stopped running because of pain. Not fatigue. Pain. I couldn't walk properly for about a week after that run, but I got a cute shot of some leaves, right?<br /><br />Then, about a week later, I attempted a run on my treadmill, figuring I was on a really stable surface, and I could stop whenever my hip called for it. Call, it did, and only a mile into that run, I called it off.<br /><br />Then? I got sick. Snot all over the place, head exploding with pain, coughing up phlegm balls the size of small kittens, sick. Why? Because I dosed myself with thousands of pity-woe-is-me-I-may-never-run-in-another-race SUGAR calories. Smart, eh? So I've gotten myself so sick, that I haven't been to the gym in an entire week. That hasn't happened since, well, since I first injured my hip.<br /><br />As irony would have it, staying out of the gym and not running seems to have given my hip the break it may have needed, so, I plan to go for a nice, long trail run tomorrow!??!! No, I'm not <em>that</em> stupid. But I do plan to get right back into the gym tomorrow, and I am <strong>really</strong> looking forward to it.<br /><br />You know those freaks who are cranky if they don't get to go running each 24 hour period? The people who insist they run for fun? Well, I'm not <em>that</em> far gone yet, but I <strong>get</strong> them. Because I am truly, anxiously, so excited and thrilled, to go to my Interval class tomorrow. To be part of that group that sweats like crazy for an hour and pushes weights around until muscles beg for mercy. To rush out the door as though I'm headed off to see a great movie with a good friend and drive a little on the manic side, just to get my good spot under the fan, away from those absurd air fresheners that spray poison every five minutes in the face of unsuspecting oxygen-gaspers.<br /><br />Do I think that my junk-food spree was rewarded with a repaired hip because of a forced recuperationfromtheplague period? No.<br /><br />But I do think that God will make, and has made some beautiful things out of my messes, in spite of myself.<br /><br /><em>And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them. </em><br /><em>-</em>Romans 8:28<br /><br /><br /><div></div>99ToGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907137892373765012noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819104419002592244.post-53892107437311794102010-11-23T18:43:00.000-08:002010-11-23T19:01:15.266-08:00I Weigh Less Than My Husband NowAnd it feels <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Grea</span>-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">aaaat</span>! (I see Tony the Tiger in my mind's eye right about here).<br /><br />He's a pretty lean guy (my husband, not Tony), so it's harder for me to pull this off than a lot of women, so I'm giving myself some crazy credit right about now.<br /><br />I've switched around my food a little bit and have been reading about becoming "metabolically efficient" when I run, and I think it is all paying off. So off we go for Thanksgiving, and I hope to come back in a few days the same weight or even a bit lighter. I'll not be going crazy at the Thanksgiving table. My version of "crazy" will be having some mashed potatoes when I ordinarily would not. That and a slice of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">pumpkin</span> pie shall grace my lips. But I'm actually really looking forward to the turkey. We may talk my folks into trying a deep fried turkey this year, and if all goes well, and the house is still standing, I may have a nice pile of turkey on my plate :)<br /><br />Since I doubt I'll be blogging before we get back, I have to take the time now to share a list of things for which I am very grateful:<br /><ul><li>Knowing and being known by God; being given the free gift of salvation, which I truly do not deserve</li><li>Parents who have always taken care of me and my needs; with great depths of love on top of it</li><li>A husband who puts up with my moods and who is faithful, hardworking, funny, and very, very, kind. He is truly the love of my life and I love our life together</li><li>Two precious girls who make me laugh and smile. They are healthy, and that alone is a cause for tremendous thanksgiving. They have made me a better person, and allowed me to get an idea of how much God must love me.</li><li>A safe home and good food to eat, warmth when it's cold, and cooling when it's hot. Flowers along my front sidewalk and Japanese Maples that always make me smile. Four very hairy, shedding cats who add tons of spice to our lives.</li><li>Friends. A sweet long-time best friend who knows about all of my 'warts' and still loves me. And a group of Bible study friends who make me laugh until I pee in my pants, and then pray for me when I'm broken.</li></ul><p>When I read through that list, I am so full of gratitude it almost makes me cry. I know there will be dark times in my life again when it's hard to praise my Creator; but while it's easy in the midst of this <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">abundance</span>, I can't help but want to scream this list from the top of the glorious mountains we're going to visit this week. </p><p>As I don't want to embarrass my parents in front of their neighbors, my little blog will have to do ;)</p><p> </p><p>Happy Thanksgiving to all of you!!</p>99ToGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907137892373765012noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819104419002592244.post-5820673693386920452010-11-20T19:32:00.000-08:002010-11-20T19:43:38.342-08:00Motivated MamaWhew! It was not a good month. And it was a wonderful month. How's that, you might wonder?<br /><br />Well those few weeks of waffling around with my eating were a BIG problem. One I hadn't dealt with in many months. Because of that, my net loss for the month was a whopping .4 lbs.<br /><br />That said, I learned a lot and will be working diligently in the future to protect what I have gained (or lost?!) over this last year :)<br /><br />The 'wonderful' of my month comes mostly in the last two weeks. This past one, I lost 4 whole pounds. That's unheard of for me!! I was getting to a point where a half pound loss was a reason to rejoice (it is, actually) but 4 pounds?!!! Crazy-amazing, Biggest Loser-esque type loss in my humble opinion.<br /><br />So I've hit a brand new low, and I am really excited about it. I have plans to keep up with <a href="http://wearelosingitblog.blogspot.com/">Keelie</a> and her Holiday motivation plan, and my first thing was to set a goal for January 1st. It was to hit 145 by then, but I think I need to change that a bit. Hallelujah! So, my new goal is to reach the 130's. 139.8 would be just fine by me.<br /><br />I'll have to plow through Thanksgiving, a Disney trip with LOTS of eating out, and some Christmas parties. Then Christmas Day and New Year's Eve. Can I do it? Yup, I think I can. But it's gonna take some work.<br /><br />Anyone else up for an end of the year challenge?99ToGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907137892373765012noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819104419002592244.post-68721185823758041632010-11-08T10:05:00.000-08:002010-11-08T11:39:58.808-08:00First Road Race!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1jbGYTel9oCa688wvMxF-jgSZkteWyD2APLz5-w9IhAyULdeKGN4EqHemG135lS-leFMK1Ta-W_BFUGtfHzMXVqwGRwc6mz3NDVm_fDdVCJ3Ul8EGYI_OenctI7Plyr31x97mhF_BVsw/s1600/mountain2.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537245628478087698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1jbGYTel9oCa688wvMxF-jgSZkteWyD2APLz5-w9IhAyULdeKGN4EqHemG135lS-leFMK1Ta-W_BFUGtfHzMXVqwGRwc6mz3NDVm_fDdVCJ3Ul8EGYI_OenctI7Plyr31x97mhF_BVsw/s320/mountain2.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPgWV61NoxzhvE_S1vKMpslZUibretz9UyDXP6EPACMpu-jn0V-UkW8pY_pCE1tISM7xkr7JGV4GpTnchYTBiF3M1pkQWm8M6Y319JWapuZ68kDL_SZDgdfAbgaHK94ExWHdxUpmXte88/s1600/mountain1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537245280855190898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPgWV61NoxzhvE_S1vKMpslZUibretz9UyDXP6EPACMpu-jn0V-UkW8pY_pCE1tISM7xkr7JGV4GpTnchYTBiF3M1pkQWm8M6Y319JWapuZ68kDL_SZDgdfAbgaHK94ExWHdxUpmXte88/s320/mountain1.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>Posting about this race has been put off for far too long...lots of unhealthy food has gotten in my way, but I'm pushing through, and moving right along.</div><div></div><div>Just to be clear, the above pics are not of the actual hills I ran during the 6K, but I did tackle these hills a few days later when we went to the NC mountains to see the leaves. That said, the hills I did run during the race <em>felt</em> like the pictured hills.</div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>*******************************************</div><div> </div><div>So the days leading up to the race were less than stellar. I ate like a maniac with a desire to destroy all healthy cells. As I mentioned in another post, my BFF was in town. She also happens to be my favorite binge-buddy, and we did horrible things with food that week; both of us are dismayed and are working on not repeating <em>that</em> again.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div>**********************************************</div><div> </div><div>Anyhoo, I really didn't want to run the race. I was worried about how I'd been eating and how I'd feel while I was running on junk food. I also had a little performance anxiety since my husband decided to tell people at work that I was running a race. In addition to that, this annual race starts and ends right in my own neighborhood, so the chances of random friends/neighbors showing up to watch (and judge!!) were freaking me out just a little.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div>************************************************</div><div> </div><div>My husband and BFF really left me no choice and kicked me out the door in time to run. Accompanied by my two 'prodders' and our combined four kids, I walked from our house to the starting point and pinned on my very first race numbers. Then I started to lose it a little when I saw our Pastor (also a neighbor) walk over with numbers of his own pinned on his shirt.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div>***********************************************</div><div> </div><div>I had no idea he was planning to run (or be there!). He's been on a big health and running kick and has moved well beyond the 5 or 6K race distances. In fact, the next weekend, he told me, he would be running a Half.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div>************************************************</div><div> </div><div>I pleasantly inquired about his wife (a sweet lady and friend) who also was training for a Half, and he let me know that she'd be there shortly. Yay. Now I not only had spectators I wasn't expecting, but fellow runners who'd know exactly how pathetic I was at this running thing. I gave Husband and BFF ugly looks. Husband was clueless. I think BFF could read my mind.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div>************************************************</div><div> </div><div>What could I do then but run? So I went to the starting line behind Pastor and Wife, and tried to get my iPhone set up with music and the Nike Plus App I like to use. The race started, and I spent the first 1/4 of a mile fighting with the Nike program while simultaneously falling into those drainage/gutter things along the edge of the road. One thing I hadn't thought about during my practice runs was what it might be like to run as part of a herd. </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div>********************************************************</div><div> </div><div>I finally had to give up on my running App and just switched over to a favorite Playlist; I put the phone back in my Spibelt, strapped it around my waist and looked up for the first time since we started the race. Wife was just ahead, so I decided to try to keep up with her. </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div>**********************************************************</div><div> </div><div>Then I started to question my sanity. What is the purpose of this racing stuff? What the heck would inspire me, or anyone else for that matter, to purposely do something so uncomfortable? <em>What is the meaning of life??? </em>Okay, the last question didn't occur to me at that moment, but I was almost there.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div>******************************************************</div><div> </div><div>Then I just ran. I followed Wife. I lost Wife. I caught back up with Wife. Repeat.</div><div></div><div>My heart rate monitor stayed pegged at about 178 throughout the entire race, and I knew I wasn't going to push any harder than that, so I just did what I could do, and was excited to still be able to see Wife just a few strides ahead most of the way.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div>****************************************************</div><div> </div><div>I really wish I'd had someone in my head to transcribe my thoughts during the race, because they'd probably give me a good chuckle right about now. I remember being surprised to pass by some big muscular guys, and to find some really 'fit' looking runners walking up the big hills. I lost Pastor early on, along with a girl I regularly see in the classes I take at the gym. </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div>******************************************************</div><div> </div><div>The most beautiful sight in the world was Husband and BFF with our kids just a few yards from the finish line. Pastor (who probably ran home for a shower and meal and then back) was there too, cheering Wife and me on to the finish line. That was, oddly enough, one of the best parts. I kept up with Wife! She mentioned her desire to run her Half at a pace just under 10-minute miles, so I thought I might be able to stick with her. Actually doing it was so nice.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div>*******************************************************</div><div> </div><div>We stuck around and cheered many of the other runners on to the finish line. A good twenty minutes later, people were still coming in, and my oldest daughter kept asking if they were part of the same race I was in :)</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div>*********************************************************</div><div> </div><div>Here's the really fun part: the next morning I arrived at church, and Wife handed me a bronze metal!! She and Pastor had stuck around until the end and heard them call my name for third place in my division. How crazy funny and awesome is that, all at the same time? My time for the race was 36:35, so I did run just under 10-minute miles. And I didn't die. And I didn't quit. And I will run another race, because, while I still think running races is a nutty idea, I've got my own kind of 'crazy' going on, so I should fit right in.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div></div>99ToGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907137892373765012noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819104419002592244.post-90171822566938979872010-10-26T09:22:00.000-07:002010-10-26T09:31:40.812-07:00Little Keebler DevilsThis is just a quick post to protest the Keebler Elves newest sin: they have stolen from the Girls Scouts.<br /><br />My childhood BFF was here all last week (one reason for my lack of posting) and we slid into old habits together: eating food that's not really food while simultaneously throwing our blood sugar all over the charts. I gained 5 pounds in one week. Seriously? It took me a month to lose that.<br /><br />Anyway, not one to cast the blame on myself ;) I am planting it firmly in front of the feet of the Keebler people. Now, instead of only having to avoid my favorite cookies in the world (those coconut/caramel things, along with Thin Mints) ONCE a year, now I have to do it every time I visit my local grocery store. Which I do at least twice a week.<br /><br />They've gotten their hands on the Girl Scouts' recipes, and have made exact replicas of one of my favorite treats/worst nightmares.<br /><br />I guess shopping 'the perimeter' is what will keep me safe, and those darn cookies out of my line of sight.<br /><br />Onto healthier endeavors, anyone interested in <em><strong>how my first race went</strong></em>??!! Well I'm going to include details in my next post, but I wanted to take a couple of pics first, so I can share photos as well as words....99ToGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907137892373765012noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819104419002592244.post-52032970311742005772010-10-14T15:16:00.001-07:002010-10-14T15:47:17.653-07:00Will Run For Gadgets<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnqUGpepgiUsUPFwS2TPmCcgQHTDngJBdtnpqcZzAgDzyu_fznMh4_6HP1pf54jXFJYrLmgbIWTINdV1ZZb1fSlwUTSVqtrn1uMJwYI4RpiH5v-G_CyoyIrQWBTYiUU-8hvDnta5HKbhc/s1600/runninggear.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528031573541947330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnqUGpepgiUsUPFwS2TPmCcgQHTDngJBdtnpqcZzAgDzyu_fznMh4_6HP1pf54jXFJYrLmgbIWTINdV1ZZb1fSlwUTSVqtrn1uMJwYI4RpiH5v-G_CyoyIrQWBTYiUU-8hvDnta5HKbhc/s320/runninggear.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Or, more specifically, for running gadgets!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I am all set for the race (running gear-wise). I was putting my iPod in an armband to run, but when I recently switched to an iPhone (which is bigger), I was in a real pickle. I have the phone in a protective case that's a real pain to remove, so I went on a hunt for a belt with a pouch, and I found that cute little Spibelt! </div><div> </div><div>It doesn't bounce around on my waist, whether I have it on my stomach or turned around to my back, and it could hold money and a key if I really needed it. </div><div> </div><div>Also pictured is my heart-rate monitor. I had a Polar once upon a time, and also another brand which recently quick working. I really wanted a new one, but didn't want to spend much, so $35 was my total for this Timex. It seems to work like a charm, except when I'm on my treadmill ;) I guess there's too much interference... But where I really need it is outside anyway, so I can't complain. It's doing a great job of helping me stay at a decent pace; no slacking, no over-doing it.</div><div> </div><div>My last, but not pictured, and favorite gadget of all? My iPhone. More specifically, the NikePlus app that I have on it. I just downloaded it before my last run, and was I in for a treat, or what?!!</div><div> </div><div>Since I happen to live a street away from where the 6K I'll be doing next week is located, I've been running the exact route for practice. I'd mapped out the mile markers in my car so I could check on my pace. </div><div> </div><div>Well, this NikePlus thing does it all for me. It tells me (through the music that I have playing) when I've hit each mile, and what my pace is. When I'm all done, I can look at a map of where I ran, what the elevation was, and what my pace was at different points. My girls got a big kick out of looking at all of this on the computer when I got home.</div><div> </div><div>I was so inspired, I ran an extra mile just for fun. They were calories well earned, because my best girl-buddies and I went out to eat at an Italian place last night, and I ate my fair share.</div><div> </div><div>I didn't plan on running much after this 6K, but I've heard of this little race down at Disney World (the Princess Half-Marathon) and I'm interested. With the Nike app, my training, if I decide to go for it, sure would be more fun to do.</div><div> </div><div>Question for those of you with feet :)</div><div> </div><div>Are there shoes that you prefer for running? Anything I should know about running shoes, specifically? I have a pair of New Balance that I'll use for the next month or so, but I probably should start looking around for a new pair.</div>99ToGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907137892373765012noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819104419002592244.post-88969355016055179142010-10-02T17:51:00.001-07:002010-10-02T18:04:07.793-07:00No Turning Back NowI have officially registered for the 6K a few weekends from now. I'm excited, scared, and hopeful all at one time. Oh, and a little bummed! My BFF will not be running with me after all because of temporary joint issues, so I'll have to go it alone. Which is sorta where the scary part comes in.<br /><br />I was a competitive swimmer when I was young and into high school. I ended up hating the sport because my finishing place and times were so darn important. I was so stressed out about it, and ended up quitting because it was driving me crazy.<br /><br />When I started playing soccer, I realized what I'd been missing in a true team sport all those years! Not nearly as much pressure on self, and a real sense of team-work. I loved it. Then I rowed in college, and that was really in a league of its own, team-mentality-wise.<br /><br />So here I am again, doing something where individual place and time is a focus (for some) and it's running, which is not at all a natural talent area for me. What is wrong with this picture?<br /><br />I guess I just want to be able to check a race off my list of to-do's. Or to celebrate what has been many months of hard work and discipline. A grand wave goodbye to years of unhealthy habits.<br /><br />Whatever it is, I'm doing it, and because I'm stubborn, there really is no turning back now.99ToGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907137892373765012noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819104419002592244.post-63849487662317768122010-09-30T17:11:00.000-07:002010-09-30T17:20:10.997-07:00I Think I Can, I Think I Can....And I did. I finished my run in under 40 minutes, and if no one had been around to see, I might just have danced there in the middle of the road for joy! Well that's one reason, but truthfully, I was in no condition to be dancing after that last hill.<br /><br />I still hate the hills, especially the big one at the end, but it feels so good to see improvement, and I'm definitely going to run that 6K next month. Best part? My BFF is planning a visit, and may run it with me!!!<br /><br />One thing running is doing for me that's not so great, is making a couple of my classes at the gym seem too easy. Today's was one of those, so I'm thinking I may add an extra set of risers under my step next week.<br /><br />Another big bonus of running, along with all of the hard work I've been doing at the gym? Jillian is not so scary anymore ;) I did the first level of The Shred many months ago, and didn't put that disc back in my player again, until a couple of days ago. I did level one (both of my girls did it with me) and it was a piece of cake. I was still sweaty and my heart rate got up there for a bit, but it was totally do-able, and if I actually enjoyed working out with Jillian, I probably would have done the other two levels that day....<br /><br />My weight isn't budging, which is terribly annoying, but I'm feeling good, and I know it'll drop eventually.99ToGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907137892373765012noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819104419002592244.post-89186283435463064742010-09-21T20:04:00.000-07:002010-09-21T20:23:18.256-07:00Bok Choy, Baby<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjht29B9FTVNK3t0ZSJ3mdGx8rpH97C1nyY3nOrhJQ69L8oZITSP8we3pVhqfYhoN_PGMFQaNqGZvXawIMyO-gPaEYNpEpftbAhBavd6vZFn8HPY3xY2gbWl3WAhuaIkaN_jcY6TNj08Lg/s1600/IMG_2466.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519569447039421010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjht29B9FTVNK3t0ZSJ3mdGx8rpH97C1nyY3nOrhJQ69L8oZITSP8we3pVhqfYhoN_PGMFQaNqGZvXawIMyO-gPaEYNpEpftbAhBavd6vZFn8HPY3xY2gbWl3WAhuaIkaN_jcY6TNj08Lg/s320/IMG_2466.JPG" /></a><br />If you're a blogger, and I read your blog, you probably influence me in some small way. Whether it's dusting off The Shred, running better and more, or cooking up some interesting foods, this lady takes to heart a lot of what you all have to say.<br /><br /><br />So, it should come as no surprise, that after reading about <a href="http://blessedveganlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/sauteed-baby-bok-choy.html">Bok Choy </a>yesterday, I looked around for it at the grocery store tonight, and came right home to make/cook it. I live in the South, but I don't "fix" meals ;)<br /><br /><br />I ran right over the computer to check the recipe, and noticed my error: I bought Big Bok Choy, not Baby Bok Choy. I'm very new to the Bok Choy world, and yes, I had to read all of the labels on the veggies until I found what I was looking for. There didn't seem to be a Baby variety, but I may have missed it somewhere near the micro-greens.<br /><br /><br />Have no fear! I google recipes all of the time, so I looked up one for cooking Bok Choy and found one that seems to apply to the Big version. They cut theirs into manageable pieces, which, if you notice the bouquet sprouting out of the biggest bowl I own, made a whole lot of sense.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJGuJ1H9Zc5w1xUhNa9Ow9XfMjE711xwVA9v7SLStZC3mtEC8qkhA_iZ7lRelsIA665KpTQaRRr-EQqa_ch2JKJbIsWqZTbNkmsJcjyCr6s9az5ZHShM0fqVHfF4LqqEVLiQ2_OlsjWdI/s1600/IMG_2467.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519569184586662834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJGuJ1H9Zc5w1xUhNa9Ow9XfMjE711xwVA9v7SLStZC3mtEC8qkhA_iZ7lRelsIA665KpTQaRRr-EQqa_ch2JKJbIsWqZTbNkmsJcjyCr6s9az5ZHShM0fqVHfF4LqqEVLiQ2_OlsjWdI/s320/IMG_2467.JPG" /></a><br />I put a couple of pats of butter in my pan, and stuffed all that I'd cut (about half of the bunch in the bowl) over it. Then I put a few dashes of soy sauce on top. It wilted and shrunk a bit, and when I tried it, I was quite satisfied, but I didn't really want to eat it all alone, so I topped my chicken noodle soup with it.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuWo2N32OhpGf-nG1GqQnUqhyphenhyphenKi6RWUi12SMECY-zsr592-U4VuwD3WEbChIQECrzIwcZNA1DcT_E3Trq86AiMpXgbbpF7wLtk9f3lkzn8_9pFq2BoTvvTigUzyIafaGMC3OKEtFSDJQ8/s1600/IMG_2469.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519568834210996114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuWo2N32OhpGf-nG1GqQnUqhyphenhyphenKi6RWUi12SMECY-zsr592-U4VuwD3WEbChIQECrzIwcZNA1DcT_E3Trq86AiMpXgbbpF7wLtk9f3lkzn8_9pFq2BoTvvTigUzyIafaGMC3OKEtFSDJQ8/s320/IMG_2469.JPG" /></a><br /><br />I was making the soup at the same time the bok choy was cooking because I wanted to use the chicken stock I made with the bones/skin left-over from our pastured chicken. When you spend $16 for a wee-little chicken, you tend to want to make use of all of the parts. I wonder what kind of art project could make use of some bones. Or is that too morbid...<br /></div><div> </div><p>To the stock, I added a can of beans, a bag of frozen peas, a cup or so of pearl onions, a bag of frozen corn, and a couple of cups of hubby's favorite gluten-free noodles. The bok choy on top was a nice addition to my bowl, but I learned a few things from my experience tonight:</p><ul><li> Bok Choy is a choking hazard. It was mentioned in the post I mentioned above, but I didn't take it seriously. Future references to choking on new foods will be respected.</li><li> One person should not try to eat an entire pan of Big Bok Choy. The Baby stuff perhaps, but not the Big kind. Binges aren't only for ice cream. I may remember The Bok Choy Binge for years to come, especially if what I think may happen to my digestive system later tonight actually happens. </li><li>Putting soy sauce (not gluten free) on bok choy is a bad idea in a home where the only other person willing to try said vegetable, is gluten-free. It leads to bok choy bingeing.</li><li> Cats do not care for bok choy. </li><li>Grocery stores sell Big Bok Choy in bunches not suitable for a lone diner.</li><li> The Clean Plate Club membership seems to be a lifetime membership, and is more fun for its members when foods other than bok choy (in astronomical portions) are on the plate.<br /><br /></li></ul><div></div>99ToGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907137892373765012noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819104419002592244.post-56014859591194770962010-09-20T19:55:00.000-07:002010-09-20T20:02:39.721-07:00I Did It! (Almost)I'm still hoping to run my first road-race, and it's next month. You'd think I'd run more than once a week if I were really serious about this, but you'd be wrong ;) I just want to finish in under 40 minutes, and if I can do that once before race-day, then off I'll go!<br /><br />I figured I'd try to pace myself this time by figuring out where each of the 4 miles ends and checking my time at each point. I ended up running 11 minute-miles pretty consistently, and then wimped out and walked the last quarter of a mile. I really wanted to finish, but the last half-mile is ALL uphill, and I just couldn't pull it off.<br /><br />But I did get farther than last time, so I'm moving in the right direction, correct?<br /><br />It was 99 degrees here today, and I'm so sick of this heat, but I think I may give it another try on Wednesday...perhaps it'll only hit 95?<br /><br />If you run, have you noticed much of a difference in your pace or endurance as you've lost weight? I need hope here folks :)99ToGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907137892373765012noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819104419002592244.post-72669576147222216802010-09-13T20:32:00.001-07:002010-09-13T20:48:18.001-07:00Me and a Large FungusI got the idea for the massive stuffed mushroom from Whole Foods, where I saw a pre-stuffed, enormous portabella begging for me to take it home and enjoy. Then I saw the price tag, and <em>sticker shock</em> is an understatement. So, I made my own, and it was a glorious thing! I stuffed it with chopped onions, green peppers, tomatoes, chives, and garlic. Then I topped it with shredded Blarney Castle (Kerrygold Irish) cheese. A wee bit of freshly ground black pepper covered the cheese, and in the toaster oven it went for about 40 minutes. Yummy! And quite low in calories for the size of the snack.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqSBAekGBoUARHM5LU_XpJZq0jQ9bovKF5RzVz5XRPug12IeePuJQYqJpbNPFz2OVkQ_G7MWIBm-4jZDzfX76C7nmWNGNaH8HLtwu_cXnxxA7fx4WojQJtQNcK2heQnRw9hnoF2XHkxyo/s1600/IMG_2461.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516607493426696866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqSBAekGBoUARHM5LU_XpJZq0jQ9bovKF5RzVz5XRPug12IeePuJQYqJpbNPFz2OVkQ_G7MWIBm-4jZDzfX76C7nmWNGNaH8HLtwu_cXnxxA7fx4WojQJtQNcK2heQnRw9hnoF2XHkxyo/s320/IMG_2461.JPG" /></a><br />In other news, I'm getting low in the 150's, and really ready to charge into the 140's. I'm finally getting close to my goal, and I can hardly wait. Given the fact that I only lost about 3 pounds last month, I'm not even hoping to hit 125 by the end of the year, but I can wait...Now that I'm able to go out in public and feel healthy for a change, the waiting isn't nearly as hard as it was 40 pounds ago.<br /><br />A sign of joy in my emerging form? I bought a new pair of pants last week at the Gap. They're size 12s, and they fit like a glove through the derriere and thighs, but the waist is actually a tad too big. I'm not a belt-wearer, so as soon as my rear end shrinks, I'll be headed back out to replace them ;) Pics are sure to follow...as my BFF has already asked to see these new pants o' mine.<br /><br />Do you remember a "first" article of clothing that you bought when you'd lost some weight and were starting to feel happy about your current size?99ToGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907137892373765012noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819104419002592244.post-86143280521529608052010-09-10T12:52:00.001-07:002010-09-10T13:07:21.275-07:00My Brain is Faster Than My Legs-Running Help NeededI don't seem to have enough ability to match my ambition. I am interested in running a local race next month that benefits a free medical and dental clinic in our area, so I asked a former runner about the course and clocked it in my car.<br /><br />The distance is right about 4 miles, and it's got some big honkin hills, so I thought I should give it a shot just to see how I'd do. Today. At noon. In 90+ degree heat.<br /><br />Did I mention that my stomach was growling like crazy when I left for the run, and the last thing I'd eaten was a cake-pop (this concoction on a stick) and a truffle. Both were given to me as a door prize this morning at a big sale. Healthy, I know.<br /><br />I made it about 3 miles and then couldn't do anymore. I walked, much to my chagrin, the last mile, but still finished the course in about 40 minutes. What this tells me, is that I'm running too fast for my current condition. I don't even run 10 minute miles on my treadmill, so what the heck was I doing out there? I have no way of knowing my pace since I don't have one of those nifty Garmin devices.<br /><br />Then there's the problem of technique. I know this sounds really stupid, but I don't know if I'm running properly. There have to be some tricks of the trade that I don't know about, right?<br /><br />So, if you know anything about running, HELP! How do you set a good pace for yourself, and how do you handle going up and down hills? Any other tips that I don't know, since I'm so ignorant about this I can't even come up with many intelligent questions?99ToGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907137892373765012noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819104419002592244.post-45101546832524939402010-09-02T15:23:00.000-07:002010-09-02T15:54:50.210-07:00Mommy, Don't Skinny Up! (And a Jeggings Pic)I don't ever want to forget what my youngest daughter said to me today, so I'll put it here. "Mommy, don't skinny up!"<br /><br />She was in my lap, which there's more of now, and was nesting as she tends to do, and urged me to quit losing the soft, squishy, fat to which she's become accustomed. For the same reason I loved my mother's extra padding, my daughter likes mine.<br /><br />But what's special about this is not that I'm gonna disappoint the poor girl and keep trimming down, but that she used the term, "skinny up". This is well beneath her typical vocabulary, and as I thought about it, I realized why.<br /><br />We don't talk about fat or skinny people. We don't talk about pants that, "make me look huge", or thunder thighs and muffin tops around here. With two growing girls in the house, I have made every effort never to criticize my body in word or attitude within a ten mile radius of them, because I desperately want them to focus on more important things than fad diets, butt sizes, and superficial body assessments.<br /><br />They are healthy. They eat well. They get plenty of exercise, and they live in a beauty-obsessed culture which I'm doing my best to shelter them from for as long as possible. So when it comes to Mommy losing weight, they just don't have the vocabulary for it, because all of these months, Mommy has been going to the gym to "get healthier" and they've not really associated this with my shrinking fat cells.<br /><br />They may have not even noticed, as gradual as this process has been, if it weren't for the ladies at church who keep bringing it up in front of them. Their praise is something I really want to appreciate, but it's been sending a signal to my girls I really wasn't ready to address. But I have now talked to them about it, being the 'more info from home is better than less' type mother that I am. I've talked to them about why we don't have junk in our house. Even so, sometimes people can eat pretty well and still not get enough exercise (their understanding for why I was heavier before).<br /><br />I hope it has all made sense to them. I think my youngest realizes that no matter what, Mommy will have a squishy hiney and belly she's welcome to sink her little self into.<br /><br />So onto these lovely pictures....taken today to share with you all that I too, am a trendy chick. (My buddy Lynn is laughing hysterically right about now, because she knows that when it comes to most trends, my knowledge sits somewhere even with a man who's been hiding under a rock for the last century).<br /><br />Truly, my Yahoo homepage mentioned the new "Jegging" trend, which is how I found out about it. Jeggings are the combo of jeans and leggings, for those of you who have more important things to read about. I saw some celebrity examples of this new fashion trend hitting our very own streets of America, and folks, they are hideous. Worse than high heels and tight jeans with leg warmers on top. Worse than blue eye shadow. Worse than what I did to my hair in the 80's.<br /><br />But, when I saw them, my mind's eye flickered to that pair of size 10 jeans with stretch from Land's End that have been sitting in my closet for at least a year, waiting for a butt skinny enough to cover.<br /><br />And my butt? Not skinny enough yet ;) But I can zip em! Here's where the blogosphere shouts, "Just because you can zip them, doesn't mean you should wear them!!" <br /><br />I know, I know. I won't be seen dead in these jeggings until they are less 'egging' and more 'jean'. So, another 15 pounds or so might do it. In the meanwhile, I thought I'd pass along a chuckle or two, at my butt's expense.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg71YzUqiJpd3a25q1zT5hM4hruRzHgSh88ENJRfXfrkJCbtwbhKfWu20Cyfa7nXqheI7ypo1TS5QqdRI5Bf9y0okhj3IEK1wQxLqHZCSLot31agZSINcG5OiyhI0s2X5cx5SHSAFKZGMQ/s1600/IMG_2456.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512446107110083458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg71YzUqiJpd3a25q1zT5hM4hruRzHgSh88ENJRfXfrkJCbtwbhKfWu20Cyfa7nXqheI7ypo1TS5QqdRI5Bf9y0okhj3IEK1wQxLqHZCSLot31agZSINcG5OiyhI0s2X5cx5SHSAFKZGMQ/s320/IMG_2456.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcfLsv-zWDbbZeGA_PMd9uMwBzMVmhSp5lOLUtc4YMAiK_Q3eMIm3W07coUtesaX8Y_DFu9UuK9L7sGwPR0peKHqSZMq0ZOAcGigfJculW6hJms8VGZZEl3nu0IQjaoWh-7-MJWzzZEGo/s1600/IMG_2455.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512445794820083410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcfLsv-zWDbbZeGA_PMd9uMwBzMVmhSp5lOLUtc4YMAiK_Q3eMIm3W07coUtesaX8Y_DFu9UuK9L7sGwPR0peKHqSZMq0ZOAcGigfJculW6hJms8VGZZEl3nu0IQjaoWh-7-MJWzzZEGo/s320/IMG_2455.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>99ToGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907137892373765012noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819104419002592244.post-36494128535345972962010-08-30T18:15:00.000-07:002010-08-30T18:23:01.448-07:00Oh Muscles, Why So Wimpy?I've noticed something that bothers me just a tad.<br /><br />Each week I do three interval classes (Step and weights combo), one or two Power (BodyPump) classes, one Yogalates, and a Step class. Every now and then something comes up, but that's my usual routine. During the Interval and Power classes, we invariably work most muscle groups, including the biceps.<br /><br />So why are my biceps not getting stronger? I've increased my weight for all other exercises, but I struggle like crazy with my biceps. They are bulkier, that's for sure, but what good is the bulk (which I could do without) without the extra strength?<br /><br />Are any of you muscle-people who can offer some sort of advice or info on the subject?<br /><br />In other news, I think my hip may be on the mend. I may have to test it with a 6 mile run just to be sure, but if all is well, I will be one elated lady!!99ToGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907137892373765012noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819104419002592244.post-79502216693941468942010-08-23T10:09:00.000-07:002010-08-23T10:18:04.245-07:00Fat DayHave you had one of these? A day or time that you felt SO MUCH BIGGER than you really are?<br /><br />I'm having one of those. I didn't step on the scale (I'm usually a daily weigh-er) today because I know I'm too vulnerable to that number, whatever it might be. So I'm avoiding the device for the next few days, while I carefully watch all that I eat, and get in my usual exercise classes.<br /><br />I know why I feel so big: my food for the last few days has been less-than ideal. Lots of calories have been devoted to chocolate and useless carbs. I think it's time to get all of the chocolate I own out of my reach :) I usually can have it in the house without it causing problems for me, but lately, not so much.<br /><br />If I could blame my poor choices over the last few days on something, (other than myself!!) it would have to be a lack of sleep. I've been up way too late reading very good books, but still have to get up in the morning for various reasons (kids, church, kids, and kids) so I've hit some days with a sleep deficit.<br /><br />What's more fun than taking a nap for a nice recharge? Why, chocolate, of course. So Dove has been my pick-me-up. And she's truly let me down. So far down, instead of feeling like 158 pounds or so, I feel like 180 or more. And that just doesn't make a whole lot of sense. Unless, like me, your fat is not just on your limbs, but also in your head.99ToGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907137892373765012noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819104419002592244.post-48419567969368387812010-08-18T12:56:00.000-07:002010-08-18T19:35:08.143-07:00Have You Lost Weight?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn49y5kmpLDmFDSGSD04BIh_rD2yzsNSNQbmkkZZeTsgVatpqWd_weE6Ba15ZcigqKhA3Z6oXmQ22TGmqaQD4UCb3RkRpOTgUf41KSlqrPm-f4YxOPGu28N6Uut3hnRkXBPo1YmesOm5Y/s1600/Happy+101+Award.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506848098025837090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn49y5kmpLDmFDSGSD04BIh_rD2yzsNSNQbmkkZZeTsgVatpqWd_weE6Ba15ZcigqKhA3Z6oXmQ22TGmqaQD4UCb3RkRpOTgUf41KSlqrPm-f4YxOPGu28N6Uut3hnRkXBPo1YmesOm5Y/s320/Happy+101+Award.png" /></a><br /><div>I've gotten this question now from about everyone at church. Some ladies phrase the question more enigmatically, almost like I'm supposed to only understand the question they're asking if, in fact, I have lost weight.<br /><br />But the few stranger-ladies at the gym who have asked? Well they just get right to the point. No minced words in group fitness at Gold's gym.<br /><br />I guess they noticed because I switched my schedule around and wasn't going to a particular Zumba class on a regular basis. When I came back for a visit with some friends, these ladies popped out of the wood-work (it's a HUGE group) before class, and just fired away: "Have you lost weight? How much? How'd you do it? Are you buying new pants anytime soon? Taking donations?"<br /><br />Okay, so the last two questions weren't really posed, but I can read minds :)<br /><br />I was flustered, and I passed up a golden opportunity. In my surprise (yes, here in the South random people are known to make friendly conversation, even in regards to somewhat personal information. But I'm still stunned that people notice any changes in my form) I just rattled off the basic information, and when it came to the "how" question, I brushed it off with an "eating less, moving more" response.<br /><br />So I drove home feeling like I'd failed. Because one of the ladies was well into the obese category, and really seemed to be looking for some advice. And I wish I'd had several hours to sit down with her and go through it all: I blog and read inspirational blogs. I don't eat out much anymore. I don't eat 'junk' but once in a blue moon. I don't keep junk in the house at all. I like the security that counting calories gives me. I track all food and exercise and stay within a daily calorie budget. I try never to say, "I blew it". I try to eat every 3 to 4 hours....<br /><br />The list goes on and on, and all of this is the result of learning some hard lessons over the 20-odd years I've struggled with food and my weight. But Zumba was starting, and I was flustered. And 'what works' for each individual (in my opinion) is as different as we are unique in our person hood.<br /><br />How do I fit all of that into a pre-Zumba nutshell?</div><br /><br />Now on to why I have that Happy 101 button up at the top of this post...<br /><br />A lovely fellow-blogger, Blessed Mama, over at <a href="http://blessedveganlife.blogspot.com/">Blessed Vegan Life</a>, passed along this award to moi! I will in turn, list 10 things that make me happy, and then 10 blogs that do the same:<br /><br /><ol><li>Hanging with the ladies who are in my discipleship group from church</li><li>Cuddling with my girls and husband</li><li>Driving home after a good, hard, workout</li><li>Iced green tea</li><li>Seeing a new low on my scale :)</li><li>The change of seasons, especially Fall and Spring</li><li>Sinking into my comfy bed after a busy day</li><li>Remembering what it was like to feel my girls kicking and rolling around when I was pregnant with them</li><li>Reaching a goal I've set for myself</li><li>Remembering the hope in all of God's promises to me</li></ol><p>And here are just a short list of the many blogs that make me happy:</p><ol><li>Diane at <a href="http://www.fittothefinish.com/blog/">Fit to the Finish</a> </li><li>Keelie at <a href="http://wearelosingitblog.blogspot.com/">Real Fat</a> </li><li>Lynn at <a href="http://blubberyblogger.blogspot.com/">The Banded Blubbery Blogger</a></li><li>Karen at <a href="http://kclanderson.com/foodrules/">Real Food Rules</a> </li><li>Kim at <a href="http://kimpossible1977.blogspot.com/">To Dream the KIMpossible Dream</a></li><li>Lindsay at <a href="http://www.pancakesnpajamas.com/">PancakesNPajamas </a></li><li>Chris at <a href="http://chrislivessimple.blogspot.com/">A Deliberate Life</a></li><li>MrsFatass at <a href="http://didijusteatthatoutloud.blogspot.com/">Did I Just Eat That Out Loud</a></li><li>Heidi at <a href="http://heidi-v.blogspot.com/">One Step at at Time</a></li><li>Syl at <a href="http://www.livesmilerun.com/">Live, Smile, Run</a></li></ol><p>Take a look at their blogs and enjoy, along with several others in my blog-roll. I truly get so much out of keeping up with all of the bloggers on my roll!!<br /></p>99ToGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907137892373765012noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819104419002592244.post-14849733545983236322010-08-13T15:48:00.000-07:002010-08-13T16:35:13.022-07:00New Blog Title, and Pics!I'm so excited!! I've decided on a new blog title, thanks to some gentle but firm opinions that I avoid the "fat pig" territory. Now that I know my impressionable girls glance at the computer while I'm blogging, I've realized how foolish it was to even consider name-calling (myself!) that way. SO, <strong>Foodie Gettin' Fit</strong> it is.<br /><br />Ironic that I'm splaying pics of chips all over today's post, but they're SO GOOD (tasting), and not horrible (nutrition-wise). I don't eat chips often, but I made my Trader Joe's/Whole Foods run today, and everyone in the house loves these chips, so I picked up a couple of bags.<br /><br />Next to these lovely crunchies, is my favorite guacamole in the world. I could smell the chopped cilantro wafting through the air as I walked through the produce section of Whole Foods and wasn't sure what contained the most of it, so I bought both. One small container of the fresh guacamole, and one large container of the pico de gallo hopped a ride in my cart. The pico is quite spicy, especially when you pile a tablespoon on each chip ;) But, it hurts so good, if ya know what I mean.<br /><br />I tried to find the Carrot Cake Larabar that I saw mentioned on <a href="http://pufftobuff.wordpress.com/2010/08/12/hot-cold/">Amelia's</a> blog, but our Whole Foods must not carry that flavor, so I went to the bakery and picked up a container of chocolate almond biscotti. One piece has 25 calories, and it's pretty low in sugar, so that's my treat for a while. This biscotti is SO crunchy, my teeth couldn't handle eating more than a few, so it's not a food I have to worry about over-doing.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjykAr5gyozRDl0fhL4le_XoCcQr4NyxKHfCMmBrum8rfi42dHbOo_0d8Gv0RhtvP4dTYs7Ih6MVmCS2K_fGDD5TpUaNEzT5S4fzo6b3y72mz3C9Y-LpMG2mTNMZtj04pcjVvz8fv2fICs/s1600/IMG_2453.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505031448841186082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjykAr5gyozRDl0fhL4le_XoCcQr4NyxKHfCMmBrum8rfi42dHbOo_0d8Gv0RhtvP4dTYs7Ih6MVmCS2K_fGDD5TpUaNEzT5S4fzo6b3y72mz3C9Y-LpMG2mTNMZtj04pcjVvz8fv2fICs/s320/IMG_2453.JPG" /></a> When I look at the pic below, a song pops into my head. Anyone? Anyone? If <strong>I Like Big Butts</strong> coursed through your synapses as well, then we might be on the same page. Suffice it to say, I will not be getting a butt enhancement anytime soon. (Still can't believe that's truly a surgical option, but it is, and there's a billboard on 75 stating that, "Size Matters" referring to ladies' derrieres.<br /><br />There's a spoof on that song, by the way, that my husband and I came across, and we get quite a good chuckle. This <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tI-xlbDzVbQ">version</a> is safe for the kiddos!<br /><br />On to my rear-end shot. I have to admit, making my blog debut backside first is kinda odd. I'm still face-shy...but I'm coming around. In the meanwhile, I wanted to make a record of where I am right now: these pants are a size 12, and I bought them a few years ago. I've never actually worn them, and I actually may never do so in public! I've not worn shiny pants before; perhaps 'shiny' shouldn't be donned by a butt bigger than a size 8 or so?<br /><br />We can all plainly see that I'm not a size 12 yet. The saying, "Just because you can button it, doesn't mean you should wear it" fits perfectly here. Could the seams of my underwear be any more obvious?? My big plan is to put these bad boys back on in a couple of months to (hopefully) see a nice change; and less of both my rear end and the underwear that covers it ;)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyn-pN8FNsYyM7ine7-4Qn6XCqR1c1Ewxst_fSDktg2o-1Asl-i_N64QevUo2Ekn1MZ0089Y5OaL-IfLknGPSNm7jmpvLQbTUI5GSf2DZaA5SD0SZ8YIjqAjYXxzrpkZOQDC1rPO9or68/s1600/IMG_2448.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505031038533839170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyn-pN8FNsYyM7ine7-4Qn6XCqR1c1Ewxst_fSDktg2o-1Asl-i_N64QevUo2Ekn1MZ0089Y5OaL-IfLknGPSNm7jmpvLQbTUI5GSf2DZaA5SD0SZ8YIjqAjYXxzrpkZOQDC1rPO9or68/s320/IMG_2448.JPG" /></a>99ToGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907137892373765012noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819104419002592244.post-51003942853799075682010-08-11T19:11:00.001-07:002010-08-12T15:53:14.536-07:00Fat Pig to Fit ChickIs that too harsh?<br /><br />I'm not satisfied with the title of my blog anymore, and I need a change. I don't have 100 pounds to lose anymore!! I am more than half-way there, and I want a makeover for my blog.<br /><br />As I was trying to fall asleep the other night, <strong>Fat Pig to Fit Chick</strong> was all I could come up with. I thought I'd even use a couple of farm animal graphics (trying to be creative here...), but I really don't want to offend others who are struggling with their weight.<br /><br />"Fat Pig" isn't exactly a term of endearment, and I wouldn't want to be called one. In fact, I shouldn't even refer to myself that way, because it's just not very nice...but it kinda fits where I was last year. (And pigs have their cute days too, right?).<br /><br />So, I need some thoughts. Am I gonna send other bloggers out there into a fit of tears by referring to my 220 pound former self as a "fat pig"?<br /><br /><em>Edit: Okay, how about <strong>Back Fat to Fit Chick</strong>? I remember the moment that I was really and truly disgusted with how big I'd gotten, and that was in the shower one day when I could feel my back fat touch itself without my even bending to the side much. Ick. Perhaps that title would be a little less harsh than Fat Pig.</em>99ToGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907137892373765012noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819104419002592244.post-47055026184484448392010-08-07T21:24:00.001-07:002010-08-07T21:36:51.446-07:00Granola, Past and Present<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcDZzoKO9miLVmedfnE7U8aM7OaRARu3bStbYq1UavUVuY8blL_ddWaeCts3hf96K_8WvisBPccdGr0JfDGcYBVoXq5ILabvlv0fEWIN9YW_jJtq_fNqAgFX9ZF8htCGCZG7XLdBFxNYs/s1600/IMG_2441.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502890560886760770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcDZzoKO9miLVmedfnE7U8aM7OaRARu3bStbYq1UavUVuY8blL_ddWaeCts3hf96K_8WvisBPccdGr0JfDGcYBVoXq5ILabvlv0fEWIN9YW_jJtq_fNqAgFX9ZF8htCGCZG7XLdBFxNYs/s320/IMG_2441.JPG" /></a><br />I haven't made it in a long time, but I like to read about the chow over at Pancakes and Pajamas, and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Linday</span> posted a <a href="http://pancakesnpajamas.blogspot.com/2010/08/maple-almond-granola-and-back-to-school.html">recipe</a> of some granola she'd made. What I noticed first, was that this was not my mother's granola!<br /><br />Mind you, I LOVED the granola my mom made while I was growing up. Her recipe was loaded with oats, wheat germ, sesame seeds, honey, oil, nuts, and dried fruit. My favorite part was getting a big clump of oats and honey. Yummy!<br /><br />But I have to say, Lindsay has solved one of the problems I had with that recipe: I don't want to load my family down with sugars (from that honey), nor did I want to pour oil in just to get those clumps. And clumps make the granola, if you know what I mean.<br /><br />So, (if you haven't already looked at that recipe!) I switched to the use of nut butter!! What a genius idea. Lindsay, if you're reading, THANK YOU!!! I can't add wheat germ unless I want to poison my gluten-free husband, so I use ground flax seed instead. In place of the maple syrup (which I bet tastes SO good), I'm using some chicory root extract for natural, no-sugar sweetness. I throw in chopped walnuts, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">cinnamon</span>, and raisins. And, ta-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">da</span>! I have a granola that my girls and husband love, and it's loaded with crazy-healthy stuff.<br /><br />I tossed some on top of unsweetened <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Greek</span> yogurt and had a nice little snack the other day. I imagine some berries would make it perfect. If this batch of granola lasts long enough, I may have to run and pick up some blueberries to add to my next bowl of Greek Granola Goodness.99ToGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907137892373765012noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819104419002592244.post-13107687594196439892010-08-02T21:11:00.000-07:002010-08-02T21:33:24.449-07:00Nothing's Broken But my PrideI'd be a wealthier woman if there'd been a video camera at our gym today...<br /><br />I went for an Interval class with an instructor who finds great pleasure in driving a group full of sweaty people hard for an hour. Don't even think of picking up a water bottle for a quick swig; she doesn't stop, and she doesn't wait. And we pay her for the pleasure.<br /><br />Back to my episode. Ironically enough, I crossed paths with a blog today that mentioned embarrassing gym moments. Little did I know, I could have planted my little mishap smack-dab in the middle of her <a href="http://tippytoediet.com/2010/08/most-gymbarrassing-moments/">post</a>.<br /><br />Our interval class involves the use of a Step for the cardio portions, combined with sections using hand weights, resistance bands (an evil device), and a weighted body bar. Sometimes the use of these tools is combined with balance exercises on the step, or simple tapping up and down on the step while doing upper body strength training.<br /><br />Toward the end of the class (and after a particularly grueling round of lunges and squats) we were doing sets of soccer-drill-like-thingies that involve hopping from side to side over the narrow section of the step. Quickly.<br /><br />I have done this particular move in the past, with this same instructor, during this same class before with no trouble. Perhaps the lone protein bar I'd eaten all day (4:15 pm class) wasn't cutting it for fuel. Or maybe I just got lazy. Or the tread on my shoes grew an inch while I was mid-air.<br /><br />Whatever the case, I caught my right foot on the step as I was leaping over the step to the right side. My right food trapped my left foot, leaving me essentially foot-less, and 161 pounds of momentum kept the rest of my body moving at a nice clip. To the right, and toward to floor, where I landed on my right hip (the sore one, of course) just to the left of a nice lady who asked if I was alright. I'm so very thankful that I wasn't next to Big Sweaty Man today; because chivalry is not quite dead, and with my luck, he would have offered a drippy hand to help me up.<br /><br />Did I mention that I howled? I screamed like the girl that I am on the way down. Not than anyone but the nice lady next to me could have heard me over the loud music. For once, I'm glad that our instructor plays the music at a decibel level that will probably bring on deafness in my 40's.<br /><br />On the bright side, I got a very nice workout in, and my food was glorious today. And even better, my hip seems to be no worse for the wear.99ToGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907137892373765012noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819104419002592244.post-40719787682350950402010-07-31T18:37:00.000-07:002010-07-31T19:50:17.764-07:00Warts and AllWill you love me still if I have fallen from grace?<br /><br />Boy, have I fallen! After weeks and weeks of nearly pristine eating, I have really dug myself into a whole, and it started on this most recent trip out of town. My mother put a platter of chips and dip in front of us when I was hungry, and it's all been downhill since then. Right on down to the filled donuts. (My arteries are begging for mercy).<br /><br />Remember my elation when I came back from my mother-in law's house and had lost a pound? Well, I was equally emotional when I came back from my mother's up a pound. These were less desirable emotions than before.<br /><br />So I'm hoping to crawl out of this hole, and I know God is more than able to help. Prayers are always appreciated.<br /><br />While I bare my soul, I might as well lay it all out there, right?<br /><br />I was literally talking about a wart in my post title. I have a warty beauty right on my foot, and I've been fighting it for years now. No dermatologist has been able to conquer the little beast. I heard about laser wart removal, and drove an hour to a doctor who uses lasers for this purpose.<br /><br />She warned me that it would hurt. Well, yes indeedy it did. She warned me it would turn black. It's grey now, and darkening by the hour. I would post a photo of it, but many of you like food as much as I do, and (as much as some of you might want help destroying your appetites) I don't want to cause involuntary regurgitation.<br /><br />But I plan to update the progress of the wart removal, as well as my quest to leave this pitiful weekend of food blunders in the past...99ToGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907137892373765012noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819104419002592244.post-44915682597746371412010-07-25T18:40:00.000-07:002010-07-25T18:49:54.105-07:00Bye-Bye BoobiesI feel juvenile using that term. If you're a guy, feel free to skip this post as I ramble about my mammary glands.<br /><br />They're shrinking. I knew they would, but having to shop for a smaller bra because the one I was wearing was beginning to laugh and snicker, "Yeah right, honey" each day was not nearly as fun as shopping for smaller pants.<br /><br />I honestly don't care about bust size. If I were alone on a deserted island, being flat chested would be preferable, because boobs make running, jumping, and shimmying down trees less feasible.<br /><br />But since I don't live on a deserted island (and hardly ever shimmy down a tree, for that matter), I am inclined to appreciate what God gave me, because my husband appreciates what God gave me. It's not much, but it'll do, and now it's less than before.<br /><br />Fortunately, I'm shrinking in proportion to the rest of my body, however. I began to realize that if I kept the boobs I had while heavy, I'd begin to look fake; top-heavy; like the ladies at the gym who have been altered. And I'm all about being natural, so I should be happy about this, right?99ToGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907137892373765012noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819104419002592244.post-14085431655238210352010-07-21T13:53:00.000-07:002010-07-21T14:14:40.608-07:00Something's Fishy...<div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496467683338061410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8pwQl1XaM1NcsRBg01vLybWH2gO0GV_uRi6Djr0RAz4XhDDrm3JadRE7Xaoq0GWPt70NOz5I8pYC9mymt8R0RV0JcDDS5FWcSjgtcSBrY1EhFtpcdXU00aFI5JxhEqINRaeV2DXyHWTc/s320/IMG_2418.JPG" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicDLB8hKa1n1SfKfjgl5sqrX30qxHeQ1ctISb9ddw8JXkUAEB_-53TPFP67U-yYjjkN2s_4U5zX9tnFwa6Id-0jnNQkqqdPLgegRMBAsruWaNgiI4vC_bLABntNvl_3QjyT8rehb8jpqM/s1600/IMG_2417.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496466631238062546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicDLB8hKa1n1SfKfjgl5sqrX30qxHeQ1ctISb9ddw8JXkUAEB_-53TPFP67U-yYjjkN2s_4U5zX9tnFwa6Id-0jnNQkqqdPLgegRMBAsruWaNgiI4vC_bLABntNvl_3QjyT8rehb8jpqM/s320/IMG_2417.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>at Publix!</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>They've been carrying the most amazing Sockeye Salmon, and I've eaten it four times this week. I just can't seem to get enough of the stuff. Prince Charming doesn't like seafood, but my girls have been enjoying it with me, and it's been so simple to prepare. The time I ate it with the fresh pineapple, I put some of the pineapple juice in the dish while it baked, but otherwise, I pop it in at 300 degrees for about 15 minutes with a little pepper and it's perfect.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I usually prefer fish that has a mild flavor, and sometimes salmon is too much for me, but for some reason, this fish has had the most amazing, subtle flavor. And, it's on sale :)</div><br /><div></div><br /><p>Big One loves hummus, and I hadn't made it in a while (Sabra made me lazy!), so I decided to whip up a batch. I had some nice organic lemon juice around for the salmon, so into the blender I threw:</p><ul><li>About a can and 1/2 chickpeas (without the liquid)</li><li>a few good squirts of lemon juice</li><li>several shakes of salt</li><li>10 twists of pepper</li><li>a good drizzle of olive oil</li><li>small pour of Cumin</li><li>and a slosh of the chickpea liquid</li></ul><p>The blender handled it all fairly well, and Big One approved. I cook by feel and taste, so I didn't even try to guess accurate measurements for everything :)</p><p>I like my hummus on toasted-until-crispy whole wheat pita bread, but the girls had it on organic corn chips today. I did too, since we're all out of pita. And pity me, salmon too.</p><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div></div>99ToGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907137892373765012noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819104419002592244.post-25402122651076896352010-07-17T18:11:00.001-07:002010-07-17T18:27:38.611-07:00Icky, Sticky, Potty Seat CoversThey're just one of the things you'll encounter at Six Flags!<br /><br />We took our girls for a fun day at the park. It was a mere 95 degrees in the shade, but daunted, we were not.<br /><br />What happened right before my favorite hat flew off my head? My husband told me I shouldn't worry about my hat flying off my head, so no need to take it off. There it lay, in the grass below the tracks of the roller coaster, looking helpless while I gave my husband evil looks for doubting my wisdom in gauging the risk of high-hat-removing-winds on a roller coaster...<br /><br />Then, after sweating a fair amount, the girls and I stopped in the ladies room as we all needed a little relief. I took Little One with me, and Big One took the stall next to ours. I dutifully placed the paper potty cover on the seat, and plopped LO on the pot. After she peed, she and the cover stood up. Together. As in, they took vows to never part ways, no matter how much swatting, picking, scrubbing I did with a nice clean wad of toilet paper.<br /><br />So I was left using my previously clean fingers to pick little pieces of potty-cover-paper-laced-with-kid-sweat off my daughter's rear end and upper thighs.<br /><br />But I still had to pee, so not learning from history, I too, sat on the seat neatly covered by a paper protector. And it stuck to me too (amazing!). But for some reason, even though I was just as sweaty, if not more, the paper came off in one piece instead of 3,000. Fortunately, Little One was there in the stall to verify that I was pulling my shorts up over a paper-free behind.<br /><br />I asked Big One about her experience, and she too was accosted by her potty cover. There must be a way around this...<br /><br />In better and more fun news, I'm almost in the 150's!!!! This, despite taking three whole days off from working out. I haven't done that in months, but I really needed the break. I almost shrieked when I hopped on the scale today! Reward massage, here I come!99ToGohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907137892373765012noreply@blogger.com5