Saturday, May 15, 2010

Racing.

Okay I'll admit. I'm prejudiced. I honestly thought racing had to be boring to watch and that really only backwoods southern hicks liked it.

Then my neighbor turned out to be a racing fanatic. And tonight we agreed to go watch the weekly local races. And we had a blast. Even the Orclette and she fell on the bleachers twice and got a split lip but still had fun.

Oh which reminds me of a funny convo that happened:
Me: "Huh I didn't know that bugs[car] were any good...."
My neighbor: "Dude, bugs[car] are baaaad. Seriously they rock."
Orclette very seriously: "I don't like bugs[insect]. They are bad."

Wulfa also had fun and will have to write a post about it.

The keypoint of the night was when my neighbor's friend's boy who was racing in the street stock catagory got bumped in the first lap and him and the bumpee went spinning off the track.... and he came back 4 laps later to take first. That was lots of fun. The other big point was the guy with the cherry red bug that had a ticklemeelmo tied to the back window frame like it was hanging on for dear life.

Anyways... way less biased now and actually willing to watch NASCAR with my neighbor one of these sundays.

But if I go to the track again I'm so totally bringing headphones.

Friday, May 14, 2010



This morning Orclette wanted me to braid her hair. And then she let me take pictures, which is an incredibly rare occurrence. Usually we sneak them in.

And apologies for the sideways picture. I thought I could rotate it after I uploaded and such is not the case.




INSANITY. Measurements.

For Wulfa.

Chest: 37"
Waist: 31"
Hips: 35"
Bicep: 11"
Leg: 22.5"

Last Week:
Measurements: Chest 37" (different clothing, not different size), Waist 31.5" (Whoopee!), Hip 35.5".

I decided to include arms and legs because that's where I'm seeing improvement right now. My arms are leaner but more defined and I'm seeing muscles in my thighs I haven't seen for years.

And I made a mistake. I weighed myself. I had gained 2 pounds. I wanted to quit.

Fortunately this morning I was reading about "Bottom Line Thinking" in my John Maxwell book and so I focused on what my bottom line goal is for this workout: to get ready for marathon training. And I'm seeing improvement-I can actually push through some of the workouts now instead of collapsing on the floor. And the jumps/power moves/etc. are becoming more doable.

I am going to start a food journal, however. We are not following the food guide sent with INSANITY because our diet was very close to their program anyway. But the temptation to eat more because you just survived a grueling workout is high and I want to make sure that I'm not doing that. At the same time ... I have to eat enough calories. Miniorc is far from weaned and I have to have enough energy to feed him, power through these workouts, and keep up with all the projects I create for myself to do.

And so, caught between wanting to lower my caloric intake and knowing that I can't afford to go too low, I logged onto the Beachbody forums. Lots of stuff there, but I made my way to the message board and the posts concerning INSANITY. And almost everyone said to throw away the scale. That many of the gains are made in the 2nd month anyway and that the scale is too arbitrary. All things I knew anyway (well, not about the gains in INSANITY being made in the 2nd month).

I can't do it. I can't throw away the scale. I'm not sure if it's my crutch, or any other type of security blanket. But I ain't gonna weigh myself again until we're done with INSANITY. And the next time we go through the INSANITY cycle I think we should get our body fat measured before and after.

So, Damm's measurements.

Chest: 39"
Waist: 35"
Bicep: 12.5"
Leg: 23"

Last Week.
39.5" chest, 37" waist

So a huge improvement for Damm in the waist. We'll see next week how the arms and legs are doing. It's kind of scary that my leg measurement is almost the same ... but then females usually have more leg muscles.


Thursday, May 13, 2010

I am drooling. Seriously.

I was perusing the interweb for some sort of guide to the good research pages, and I came across this. http://websearch.about.com/od/internetresearch/a/newsreference.htm

Then I came across this through that first site: http://www.ipl.org/IPLBrowse/GetSubject?vid=13&tid=6925&parent=0

I could lose myself researching. That's bad. So I need to chose a particular area for focus this summer and stick to it. Why am I researching? That should be obvious. I'm a historian in training. I need to know why. And I need to figure out why the why is the why. And how that why influenced this why. And what conclusions we can draw from all those whys. As George Santayana said, Those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it”. And "The wisest mind has something yet to learn".

My choices are Modern Russia and the American Civil War era, since those are two of the classes I'm taking in the fall and I don't have time right now to pursue other interests. And I'm leaning toward the Civil War because I happen to have a book on it and I can't count the number of reenactments I've been to throughout the course of my life. My dad loves that period. Also WWI and WWII. He likes military strategy. He plays those extensive, fancy, comes-with-reams-of-instructions war games. He has no favorite side-he's Belgian.

So I have a resource in him. And he's got an entire bookcase filled with books written about the Civil War. So I didn't need opinions after all. I made the decision all by meself. But thanks for letting me write down the thinking process.


Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Stockings and the Frog

Stockings was hungry. Very very hungry. It had been almost three weeks since he left the village on his quest for undead fingerbones with which to win himself a bride. He had a few already in the lone sock tied to the shoulder of his leather tunic; but he thought that maybe they were simply rabbit toe bones. He wasn't sure. And they certainly weren't edible.

Nothing in this swamp was. He'd tried making soup from the water and the weeds. He'd tried making pie from the fungus and the reeds. Nothing worked and his belly stayed full of nothing. He had tried shooting arrows at the birds that fluttered above him giggling at his cooking, all that had done was put arrows in trees. And he had fallen on his head three or four times getting those arrows back from the trees.

"RRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrr" A frog sung loud frog sounds to attract a froggy bride. If only it was that easy for goblins. Stockings was pretty sure he could sing at least as well as the frog. And since he had been listening to the frog for almost three hours now he had a lot of evidence to go by.

Suddenly, insight poured into his goblin brain like a ray of very unwelcome sunlight. Frogs were food sometimes! He snatched up his bow and jumped off the ground.

"Sorry frogjob but food is food and eating isn't rude!" He shouted, to give fair warning.

"RRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrRRRRrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRR" The frog sung back.

Stockings started making his way through the mud and goop towards the frog's voice. Under tall moss covered tree roots, over suspiciously scaled logs, around buzzing bee filled hollow stumps. Foot by foot, inch by inch, muddy footprint by muddy footprint he got closer and closer to the sound.

"rrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrRRRRrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRR"

Suddenly there it was; sitting on a lily pad in the middle of a small swamp pond, illuminated by a ray of light through a small gap in the thick overhead tree branches; was the Frog.

"RRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRR" The Frog kept singing.

"Oh, my! Oh, Yay! Belly happy thoughts think!" Stocking whispered. He carefully crawled up next to a nearby tree for a better view.

"RRRRRrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrRRRRRRR" The Frog didn't seem to see Stockings.

Stockings quietly, slowly pulled out a small bent arrow from his sock. He fit it to his bow. Hands shaking because he was so excited he pulled the bow back taking careful careful aim.

"RRRRRrrrrRRRRRrrrRRRRrrrRRRRRRRRRRRR" The Frog triumphantly sang.

"TWWWANG!" Went the bow!

"HOP!" Went the Frog.

"SWISH!" went the arrow into the lillypad and into the water.

"RRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRR!" Sang the Frog.

"gggggggggggggGGGGGGGGGGGGGGggggggg!" Sang his Froggybride who had just then hopped up nearby.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGH!" Screamed Stockings and his stomach. He plopped down in despair.

"PLOP"

Surprised that his plopping made so much noise on the soft moss that he had plopped on he tried it again.
There was no sound.

He pounced up looking around for the source of the PLOP. And there... in the middle of the froggy pond was his arrow. And on his arrow was a fish. A lovely lovely fish. A yummy yummy fish.

"THANKS MR. FROG!" Stockings exclaimed!

"RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRR" "GGGGGGGGGggggggGGGGGG" The Frogs sang back.

Stockings fell asleep that night happily staring at the stars and thankful for frogs that sang.

"RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRR"

Monday, May 10, 2010

INSANITY. Day 15 & Fit Test

So our last Fit Test.

Wulfa's Fit Test
Switch Kicks: 55
Power Jacks: 50
Power Knees: 74
Power Jumps: 30
Globe Jumps: 7
Suicide Jumps: 12
Pushup Jacks: 15
Low Plank Oblique: 30

This Time-Wulfa
Switch Kicks: 60
Power Jacks: 55
Power Knees: 83
Power Jumps: 34
Globe Jumps: 9
Suicide Jumps: 13
Pushup Jacks: 19
Low Plank Oblique: 45

Damm's Fit Test
Switch Kicks: 31
Power Jacks: 35
Power Knees: 62
Power Jumps: 11
Globe Jumps: 3
Suicide Jumps: 6
Pushup Jacks: 15
Low Plank Oblique: 46


This Time-Damm
Switch Kicks: 37
Power Jacks: 36
Power Knees: 88
Power Jumps: 25
Globe Jumps: 6
Suicide Jumps: 12
Pushup Jacks: 20
Low Plank Oblique: 56

So improvement in all areas for me. Huge improvements for Damm-yay! But I have a confession to make. Yesterday was Mother's Day. And remember how last Wednesday I wrote "goodbye, lovely Bacon Cheeseburger"? It just didn't seem like Mother's Day without celebrating, and the chicken salad that was the only healthy thing on that dangblasted menu did not look appetizing. So I had gorditas. And the bro-in-law decided we should all forgo dessert at the restaurant, pick up icecream and a movie, and retreat to the mother-in-law's house. I don't have enough willpower to resist Ben & Jerry's when everyone else also wants icecream. Well, on holidays and special occasions I can't resist.

And all that's ok. Holidays and birthdays have never been under the same rules as my weekly indulgence meals. What actually has me feeling bad is that I knew I had a Fit Test the next day. Way back when I played competitive soccer I never would've consumed gorditas the night before a soccer match. And I've been treating INSANITY like sports training. So it was upsetting when me, myself, and I blithely threw all that to the wind. But unlike years past I immediately took my own advice and put last night into a lifetime perspective. Ok, maybe not immediately. I had a few visions of whales. But I'm getting faster at stopping self-recrimination. And hopefully better at learning from gordita mistakes. Doing Switchkicks is not fun with gorditas on the tum-tum (hehe that rhymed).

So once again, congrats to both our selves for improving over the last fit test. Measurements to come this Friday. I didn't want to take them today because Mexican food=salt=bloating and I want an accurate idea of progress.

Wulfa the Workout Maven out.