Fox and Broom

A mom's adventures in keeping healthy, keeping her sanity, and making stuff.

Archive for the month “September, 2011”

Hey! How’s that running thing goin’ fer ya?

Not so well at the moment. I will be going tomorrow morning. In fact, I will be heading to the animal shelter to pick up a running buddy for my 30 min jog. I’m looking forward to that. I have completed Week 1 of C25K (again) and will be starting in on Week 2 tomorrow. On Friday, I think I will do a BodyPump class. It’s been a while, so I will most likely be unable to move for the rest of the weekend hehe. Too bad for my body that I will be forcing myself to get out and run on Saturday as a way of celebrating Day 1 of the Get Off Your Broom Fitness Challenge.

I was trying to prepare myself for the fitness challenge this week by getting back into the habit of eating healthier. I failed last night with ice cream and today with a candy bar. Ugh. However, I did discover that ice cream, while it is one of my weaknesses, really makes me feel like crap afterwards. I don’t mean that as in I am berating myself for losing willpower. I mean I really feel yucky. I get headaches, lose energy, and start to feel sluggish. So, I have told my family to not buy me anymore ice cream. I can control myself if the ice cream belongs to someone else, but once I am told that a pint (or 2) was purchased just for me… forget willpower.

The reactions to ice cream actually really bother me. If I could find my blood sugar testing kit, I would start testing myself regularly again. I am starting to suspect that I am type 2.

Oh! I have found my vegetarian cookbook! I can now finish posting the recipes I had made from it. I will also start making and posting recipes from another cookbook, Madhur Jaffrey’s World-of-the-East Vegetarian Cooking as soon as my oven is fixed. Or replaced. Whatever. The landlady needs to get on that. I keep having to remember that I can’t just pop things in the oven. It’s frustrating. Today was supposed to have been a bread baking day… Oh well. Patience is a virtue. Or so they say.

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Get Off Your Broom! Fitness Challenge

I have just signed up for a fitness challenge that I am hoping will keep me motivated to eat with moderation and to remember to exercise during the winter months. I’m not a very competitive person, but this sounded like it could be fun. I also believe it will make me keep up with my routine better.

A fellow Wiccan blogger, The Domestic Pagan, is hosting this challenge. She has named it cleverly “Get Off Your Broom” and it is a 3 month health and fitness contest. I will be posting about it as I go along with it.

With a little help from Wanda.

On Wednesday, I started my “dog therapy” with Sol. He was not pleased with it at first. I told him a week ahead so he would not be surprised that we were going to start walking dogs at the local animal shelter. I bought him a super fancy leash (retractable) in his favorite color, red. Then we get to the shelter on Wednesday (9/21).

When we get there, I asked him if he would like to try to walk a dog. “Yes.” So we went into the puppy room. He chose a chihuahua puppy. She was super cute, super cuddly, and super small. Sol was fine until she jumped on him. It was pretty much all over for him at that point. I went into the bigger dog room and took a look around. Almost all the dogs were jumping and barking. They were very friendly, but a bit too exuberant. Near the end of the room, I came across a sweet girl named “Wanda.” She was at the front of the kennel and not jumping. She was also not barking. She was about 3 years old and a border collie mix. She seemed friendly enough and didn’t even bat an eye when Sam tried to push her away from me. She just licked him. I was hooked.

I had Sol walk behind me and kept Wanda on a pretty short leash. Not that she needed me to. She stayed right by my side. She seemed to know Sol was scared and stayed away from him. There were a few times when other dog walkers passed us and I had Sol stand to one side of the path and turn his back. He never came close to Wanda, but he did ask if we could bring her home. Honestly, I would have in a heartbeat. If we owned our own house. We are renting our current place and can not have dogs inside.

In any case, I will be taking Sol every Wednesday for a dog walk and I think I will be heading to the shelter at least one other time every week to run with a dog. Some of those poor pups really need a good running.

Jogging Advice

I went for a jog on Saturday, Sept 10. With my jogging stroller. My totally wonderful, awesome orange BOB Revolution jogging stroller. I love that stroller. My circuit was longer than I had thought. I wound up going 2.25 miles. I did walk most of that for what I consider a good reason…

I was jogging back home after having gotten the half-way reminder on my C25K app, when I noticed that my stroller was getting harder and harder to push. At first I thought it was just me, “I must be way more exhausted than I thought”, “this hill is actually steeper than it looks”, “I am way wimpier than I thought I was!” Then I noticed that I had to work really hard to keep my stroller in a straight line. I had the front wheel locked… What the Hades was going on? Just as this thought was going through my head, I started to hear a new noise over my music. A muffled squeaking. With irregular thumps. I look down at my wheels and all of them have goatheads:

Picture from Bike Noob

 

Which ultimately means they were all flat. All three of my stroller’s tires were as flat as pancakes. I still had one major hill to go up… I was bright red, dizzy, and super sweaty by the time I made it home. Tomorrow, I will be running without the little guy and I will be fixing my tires with slime. That was my running adventure this weekend. Lesson learned: To make a run extra hard, do not slime your jogging stroller tires…

My 9/11 Post

Everyone else is doing one. So here is mine. This is also the last time I am logging on today.

There are a few things in everyone’s life that they will always remember with a clarity that almost seems supernatural. Our brains are not meant to remember things that clearly. At least that is what I believe. Yet, every generation has its moment of “I remember exactly what I was doing when ‘this’ or ‘that’ happened.”

9/11 and the Challenger are mine. I know the Columbia explosion should be in there, but that disaster is really a blur in my mind. I won’t forget it, but I do not remember it as clearly as the Challenger. The Challenger was the first time I recall feeling a shock so big I couldn’t express it. I was in 4th grade. We heard about it as we were walking from gym class to the cafeteria. One of the twins told me (don’t remember his name) and I told him he was sick for making such a terrible joke.
I had just seen the Challenger on her launch pad about a month before from a distance. My family had traveled to FL from MN for a winter vacation. The shuttle was supposed to have gone up while we were there, but they kept delaying due to frost and bad weather.

On September 11, 2001… I walk into work and someone tells me to look at the tv. I walk into the customer lounge in time to see the 2nd plane hit. It took me a few minutes to understand what had happened. I called my apartment to tell my husband to wake up and watch the tv. There had been a terrorist attack in New York.
We were due to go on vacation that day. To Olympia. A lot of our friends and coworkers advised us not to go as that was Washington’s capitol city. What if there were more attacks planned? We went anyway. I am glad we did. We spent that time with our friends in Olympia. It wasn’t exactly a great vacation, but it was a better way for us to spend that tragic time than sitting on our own in our apartment would have been.

It is now the 10th anniversary of that awful event. I find that I still have the same grief now as I had at that time. I do not need reminders. My tv is off and my computer will be off. I don’t need the constant reminding. I remember well enough.

Rah Rah Sisk Boom Bah!

Ever have one of those days when you can’t seem to get something silly out of your head? I have cheerleaders in my head right now. I don’t know why.

On to other things. I’ve been doing better with my exercising this week. I forgot to post about it with the trauma of the dog incident. I’ve only run once, so far (on Monday), I did cardio and some weights on Wednesday. I am going to go running again tomorrow morning. I’m actually looking forward to it. I thought I did terrible the other day, but according to MapMyRun, I ran 1.8 miles. Not too shabby for having taken too long of a break. I don’t even have anything near a good excuse for a break. It just happened. I feel good about what I have done so far this week. I will probably do more next week if Nana B. can watch Sammi for me. I can’t seem to get many classes in at the gym. He starts crying and nothing the daycare ladies do will console him. Actually, I would be happy to get in just 30 minutes of cardio and weights.

With school starting up, new gym class schedules, and Sammi’s therapy on hold (insurance pending crap), I have revised my workout schedule. Here is a tentative list of my Fall exercises:

Sunday: Swimming
Monday: Run
Tuesday: 9:20 BodyVive class
Wednesday: Cardio + Weights
Thursday: Run + 10:30 Yoga class
Friday: 9:20 BodyPump class
Saturday: Run

I am taking it easy on the classes. I am such a wimp right now. Once I get in better shape, I will add in BodyCombat and maybe I will even brave my sister-in-law’s BodyStep class. BodyStep scares me more than any other class. Zumba comes in close, but at least I will not fall off of a step in Zumba. In fact, in October, I may start to take the Beginner Zumba class at 10:25 and take Power Yoga at 10:30 on Fridays (Power Yoga starts in October). Depending on how wimpy I still am, I may be switching my schedule up at that time, or I may just keep the BodyPump class on Friday and do the Power Yoga afterwards. We shall see.

To thank my neighbors for helping out with the dreaded dog incident mentioned above, I baked my famous Druid Bread as a “Thank You.” It went over very well.

Some people don’t deserve to be pet owners.

I am still pretty angry, so this may be a post I might regret later. I think I should get all of this out, now, before I march over to some stranger’s house and vomit-rant all over him/her. My oldest was walking home from the school bus stop when 2 smallish dogs attacked him. They jumped on him hard enough to knock him down and that is where he got most of his injuries. I am pretty pissed. He was already skittish around dogs and I have tried to get him used to them since I would like to get a dog or two sometime in the future. This incident has put us so far back that I am not sure he will ever get used to the idea of a pet puppy.

I took pictures before I bandaged him up, spoke to an officer, and spoke to animal control. Pretty much the only thing they could do was to issue a ticket and look into the possibility of confiscating the dogs. If the dogs were bigger, it would be criminal charges. I still don’t think the owners deserve dogs. Small dogs can fierce. Two small dogs can be scary together.

I am thankful I have such good neighbors. My next door neighbor saw what was happening and beat the dogs off with a big stick. Another neighbor walked him home.

 

 

 

There were a few other pictures, but these really showed what happened. The top two were the worst. The second owie actually made me wonder if he had been bitten – there was a scrape that was deeper in the middle of that mess, but I was assured that it was just a scrape, not a bite.

Butterflies

I’ve been thinking about butterflies a lot lately. Partly because it would have been my sister-in-law’s birthday a few weeks ago and I have always associated butterflies with her. I have also been watching Sammi become MORE. This week he has discovered that he can get around. It isn’t exactly crawling. I also wouldn’t call it scooting. Maybe more like a cross between crawling and flopping. Whatever it is, it gets him to where he wants to go. Today, he managed to get from a seated position into a crawling position all on his own for the first time.

These are milestones that I know I celebrated with my oldest, but I never had to work as hard with him to get to these milestones. I don’t know why Sam is having so much trouble. Neither do the docs. The one test we were depending on to actually give us answers had nothing to say. It was a relief to find out he has nothing wrong, but a little frustrating at the same time. I have seen him start to improve with the help of occupational therapy and he really started doing things when we made sure to add B12 and a multivitamin + iron into his diet. It’s possible that he was just unable to derive certain vitamins in the quantities he needed from my breastmilk and from food.

Whatever it is, I do see him improving. He is still behind, but he is not getting more behind. That is encouraging.

I went running today for the first time in a few weeks. I decided to restart Week 1, Day 1 of C25K. I ran up and down slightly hilly terrain. My legs now hate me. My lungs weren’t so happy, either. Tomorrow, I aim to get to a BodyPump class at my gym. I feel like I am starting to get back on track.

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