A Great Post by Jinx

A role model for sure.

Here is a bit of what she said (Go read the rest) here: http://rundebrun.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-may-remember.html


Am i really struggling or am i just LIVING? I mean you (me) cannot go thru life with your diet and exercise , calories in vs. calories out at the forefront of your mind every single day for the rest of your life. Can we? Basically its been that way for a year and a half. At some point you have to just live your life and hope the new lifestyle you've built has become a permanent part of who you are and will continue without you concentrating solely on it.

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After all this what am i trying to say is maybe i think i'm struggling because it doesn't feel like I'm putting as much effort into it. Could it be because its becoming effortless? That its just my new life and i'm getting comfortable in my own skin?

Brain Implosion Imminent

Must learn how to let go of stress.

In this case it is the kids activities.

6 year old son is signed up for both soccer and baseball for the next 8 weeks. Didn't seem like a great idea to me but whatever, I didn't do the signing up but I did go along with it. When I griped about it husband said "What, you only have to deal with 1 night a week (Wednesdays)" Ya, right.

Next the baseball people get husband to coach that team. Husband tells them he can't do Wednesday nights because he runs a Cycling thing on Wednesdays but the baseball schedule is on random nights and has not come out yet. I don't trust people to actually listen so I'm guessing there will be some Wednesdays on that schedule. Husband expects me to coach baseball on those nights. Um no freaking way!!! Chasing a soccer ball is one thing. Organizing kids to catch balls and hit balls with bats, another story.

Next the soccer co-ordinater calls and asks us to coach. I guess I didn't say no strongly enough because I got email this week directed to all the coaches. Excuse me? Since when am I a coach? There must be a typo. Soccer is on Mondays and Wednesday. Ya, Wednesday, the day when the husband is busy (and therefore can't take care of the younger offspring) and when the boy might already have baseball.

Did I mention the younger offspring has soccer on Fridays and that both kids have swimming on Saturdays?

My good friend's son is on the soccer team with my son. I thought she was going to be the coach. Apparently they have me listed as head coach and her assistant coach. All I know is that I never wanted to coach, and that there will be times that my kid won't be there. This is nuts. Trying not to reach for self medicating cookies.

I can see my friend Nicole reading this and thinking "Sucker!" See, her kids are not signed up for anything. Hmmmm... she might have a point there.

Calm blue ocean, calm blue ocean, calm blue ocean.

Speaking of oceans a sane person would cancel the swimming lessons. Hmmmm....

UPDATE: Now that I have spewed all the negativity out, I am going to look on the bright side. Coaching could be fun and it is only 8 weeks right?

Dear Blogosphere

Truth be told I have been hiding out from you. Basically, I have not been doing so well. I don't want to spread negativity therefore no blogging.

Today could be the day though. Today could be the day that I stop thinking of myself as a loser, stop being overwhelmed by my life and get on with being the best, healthiest, fittest me I can be.

Spring is a good time for new starts. Even if you thought you'd never need another 'new start'.

Got in some Cycling

Got in some cycling today. That was good. Still not the hardcore Sparky that I was a year ago. Need to get that back. Easter candy did not help with that. I think we are clear of candy related holidays until Halloween right?

More walking

So, I fired up my Garmin-watch-pace-distance-thingie for the first time in a year. Though these days I am more interested in knowing my distance than my speed. Speed is just plain, well, not on the radar.

I found this girl in the park who wanted to walk fast so I chased her around for an hour. Man is she fast! Along the way I got to tell her all about my wacky mother and her latest scheme. We went 6.1K in an hour. Not too bad. OK, it wasn't a stranger it was my friend. Did you think I was that weird?

After the walk I dusted off the kids bikes and the kids rode to the school and played on the playground. While they were doing that I remembered something I'd seen on TV and tried to use the time to do some exercise moves. I climbed a couple of things and attempted the monkey bars. I am not meant to do monkey bars. :)

I even got down and did some crunches, some (half) pushups, walking lunges and jump squats on the stairs to the school. If I had been more motivated I could have really made myself work. As it was I was just experimenting.

Anyways... I am moving more and that is a good thing.

Take care bloggers!

Here is a photo of my youngest. Her bike has a basket so she was the keeper of the stuffies that came along.

PS. Apparently I got 3K of walking in while the kids were riding and playing. Not too shabby!

I love you Spring

Even though this might still be fake spring (ie. Winter might still come back for some taunting with some snow etc.) I am so loving the weather. It makes me happier just to look outside.

Winter, well winter sucks. Good riddance.

I volunteered for the Kindergarten class today. However I managed to get 50 minutes of excercise in before going in (while the preschooler was at her school). It was nice to get some outdoor excercise in. I ran for a bit and finished off walking and met a nice cat that acted like a dog.

My right foot is up to its usual tricks. I am beginning to think it is a nerve thing not a bone thing.

I really identify with this post

I can really identify with this girl's post. You should really go read it.
http://thepinkcookie.tumblr.com/post/93552002

Her blog is worth reading. Check it out!

I don't feel like blogging. Mostly because I am unhappy with myself. I hate starting over because starting over can become habitual. However, it is what it is.