Friday, June 5, 2009

Workout Weirdness

Apparently I've gotten HUGE in the past two weeks. Little one needed to grow, I guess. Anyway, this has wreaked havoc with my breathing abilities. So at the gym I still use the elliptical and the treadmill but at a snail's pace, since I'm trying to keep my heartrate around 140. And it's been incredibly frustrating-any sort of movement seems to zoom my heartrate well above 140. Except for yesterday.

Got on the elliptical, chose my cross-country program, and started. Checked heartrate about a minute in. 115. Cool-I can peddle faster. 5 minutes in, the grade is getting higher, figured I'd better check heartrate again-130. Awesomeness! I spent the rest of the workout going really fast and having a blast. Heartrate never went above 139. And it felt so much easier. I guess child #2 shifted away from my lungs. Treadmill was also great (I do 15 minutes on two different machines so I don't get bored). Lower body weights-didn't increase resistance any but had little difficulty completing my routine. And then I got home.

Forget being sore the next day. I was sore the next hour. And wiped out, too. But it was an elated exhaustion, because I had finally completed a workout that made me sweat ever so slightly. I'm going again today. I have a feeling I won't be having as much fun on the elliptical-it just won't be possible :D Maybe the dudes with the chicken legs will be there again today and I can secretly laugh at them. You know, the guys who are all beefy up top and then have legs that look like they've never been introduced to the squat machine? And I'm not talking about people that have naturally slimmer lower bodies. I'm talking about the HUGE HULKING dudes that look great from the waist up. And then you look down. And it looks like a different person.

Speaking of huge and hulking, I need to nail down my post-baby workout routine. And my post-baby eating plan. Since I'll have nothing else to do other than watch two little kids (all you mothers out there are laughing at me-yes, I know how hard that really is :) I figure it'll be the best time to get in the best shape I've been since the age of 16. I was in great shape back then. Ahh, memories. 6-minute miles, winning my age group in the half-marathon, being able to play 4-5 soccer games in a weekend without getting tired. Yeppers, those were the days. Of course, I weighed 110 pds dripping wet and I have a feeling I will never be that slim again. I'm shooting for 120-very reasonable on my 5' almost 2 " frame. Those weight guidelines? the ones that say 100 pounds for 5 feet and then 5 pounds thereafter for every inch (this is for females, I don't know what they say for males)? They lie. I had to constantly work at keeping myself at 110-my body really liked being at 118-120. And I looked healthier at the higher weight.

Anyway. Wulfa out.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

My fingers have betrayed me

I have absolutely nothing to write about. But my fingers did all the necessary clicking and brought me to this page. Apparently they think I have something to say. Or they're just trying to prove to other body parts that they're the best and the brightest-"ha! look what we made her do!"

Wow. I need more adults to talk to.

Umm. Let's see. What haven't I mentioned already. Oh-my love of datebooks and calendars. I currently have 4 calendars in operation: 2 "normal" calendars, one dry erase one, and a desk calendar. Not to mention my organizer that's humongous and could be its own calendar. And in my purse I have an undated and thus can be used forever organizer. It's pocket sized. I think that's it-I've got a calendar for every part of the house. I'm able to look up and at a glance know what the month looks like. I'm getting to be the same way with clocks: in our living room there's a clock on the wall. A really nice one. But it's on the same wall as our couch, so I have to twist my head to see it. So I'm planning on buying a small, little bitty one to go over our porch door (this faces the couch, well, sort of) so I can easily see what time it is. Every other possible sitting place already has easy viewing to a clock. I think the clock thing goes hand-in-hand with the calendar/organization thing. All different ways of tracking time.

What else? The Orclette's birthday party theme has been changed from Peter Rabbit to Winnie the Pooh. I couldn't find any party store that carried Peter Rabbit, but almost all of them had Pooh. So the stuff is ordered-minimal amounts, I didn't go overboard-and I'm getting excited about her party. July 5th is the birthdate, by the way. I really have no talent for making parties fun but that's what my mother-in-law is for: she's one of those people that have that knack of making people feel comfy, have fun, talk to people they don't know, etc. In the future we'll have destination parties that have the fun part built into them: i.e. a park, a theme park, pizza place, etc. That way I can throw my daughter a smashing birthday party without highlighting my lack of party skills. Hehe. I know how to use a card-watch out birthday world!

Did I mention I need more adults to talk to? I'm getting kind of silly.

Fortunately I've got several people now that I am promised to have lunch with. I plan on enjoying this time of partying :D. Mother-in-law is hoping to get a part-time job this fall and so I'm only asking for working out time, since that happens to be near and dear to the reason for my sanity. But if #2 is relatively quiet I can still go out-the Orclette is getting better and better behaved in public places. And I am perfectly justified in hoping for a quieter child-the Orclette screamed for at least the first 3 months of her life. And if #2 turns out to be a screamer, at least I already know coping mechanisms. (Lots and lots of t.v. with the captioning turned on so you'll know what the people are saying.)

We're almost done with the first season of Eureka. I wonder if the Orclette is ready for Lord of the Rings. She watched all 3 movies plus special features when she was younger but I doubt she'll remember since she was 3 months old at the time? Something like that. And we still have seasons 4-6 to rewatch of the Gilmore Girls-this is only the 2nd time through. I draw the line at a 3rd viewing without some sort of break. Stargate: Atlantis has graphic stuff in it. Same with the original Stargate. Monk I can only watch an episode or two before having to turn it off. And I can't think of any other series I'm interested in watching. Must do more searching.

Ok, my fingers have had their way and I have written a post. /wave


Monday, June 1, 2009

Busy Mondays

Pay bills, pay rent (which involves walking, with a 2-year old, down to the office), submitting a maintanence request (my new washer/dryer won't work without this problem being fixed), finally managing to do the 3-day old dishes, possibly cleaning everything else that has been screaming to be cleaned .... whew. Easy enough when you're single and non-pregnant, but add a 2-year old and extra pregnancy weight and you've got a challenging morning. And I forgot to mention that the Orclette is running a slight fever and is just a wee bit clingy.

But good news: Damm's drill sergeants finally granted phone privileges last night. The first few sentences went something like this: "Hey! it's Damm *bleep* *bleep* *bleep*." He immediately apologized but I couldn't resist laughing. I just don't want him cussing around our impressionable toddler-it's kind of cute when he does it talking to me. Man did his voice sound sexy. Going a month without hearing your husband's voice has some advantages :D He's doing fine, they're transitioning into the next, slightly easier (or they've just gotten accustomed) phase. The food is terrible and the salad bar never is stocked. Only 14 out of 60 soldiers in his platoon passed their PT test. They seriously need to up the quality of their food-you are what you eat. I may mention that at Family Day :D But probably not. It would be poor form to create animosity toward my graduating soldier. Between his mother and myself he got assigned 170 extra pushups-I didn't know stickers on the envelopes weren't allowed. Fortunately they only made him do 35 of those 170. They were patriotic stickers, too. US Flag and stars in red, white, and blue. Oh well.

10 weeks 1 day til my due date. I am eligible today for Tricare, but joy of joys I get to call and find out who my primary care manager is because it wasn't printed on the little cards they sent me. Then I get to call my PCM, get appointments for Orclette and myself, and then be referred to an OB-GYN. You know, I'm totally in favor of just waiting until labor starts and then showing up at a hospital. I hate going to doctors. But my mom frowns on that, and since she's coming for a full month it would be wise of me not to annoy the parental unit :D Wow. 10 weeks. 10 more weeks of dreaming of my lovely skinny clothing. Of being able to breath. Of being able to run without worrying about my heartrate. Of my joints not being all flexible and easily injured. Why do women go through this again? I won't be able to answer that until little Charis/Brendan is placed in my arms. Then ask me :D By the by, everyone thinks it's gonna be a girl. I don't know know like I did with the Orclette so I'm not guessing.

And the Orclette is done with her bath. And standing up in the bathtub. Must go.