One day at a time. Man, why can’t cheese dip make me lose weight?
Bootcamp starts tonight. El Jefe thinks he should go to throw rocks at me, you know, for motivation. haha. I’m thinking I don’t really need the assistance.
I’m at FCR today, talking about the Little Rock Half Marathon.
I’m looking forward to adding to my medals…I’m hoping it’s made of cheese and awesome.
Yesterday, around 2:00, a Drunky McDrunkDrunk missed the curve going about 70 mph, did a General Lee ramping move over my driveway, and took out my giant (and beautiful) forsythia bush. I had been planning to trim it back, but…not this much.
He tried to assist me further with my landscaping by spreading my forsythia all over the yard.
He landed with a giant thud on my neighbors tree. Which is a good thing, because he was headed straight for a building.
He was being followed by his grandson who was trying to stop him from driving. Apparently, he ran out of booze and was headed to the County Line…about a mile from our house.
BTW, nobody was hurt. Except my forsythia….
In other, much more positive news, I’ve revived my old exercise blog: Fat Chicks Running. I signed up for a 5 week boot camp that starts tomorrow and I figure I’ll be doing a lot of kvetching while I bring the sexy back. Hope you’ll drop by and enjoy the show.
Boy, I love me some Bill Clinton. He did wonders as governor for my home state of Arkansas, and he did amazing things for our country as President. And last night, he kicked ass. And told the truth! (I’ve been reading the non-partisan fact checkers all morning and have been enjoying their struggle to find any actual lies in Clinton’s speech. There were exaggerations, which I expect in every political speech, but factually, Clinton did it right.) I hope Romney and Ryan were taking copious amounts of notes last night… If you didn’t get a chance to watch it, please do. No matter your political leanings, you have to admit this man is nothing if not inspiring.
In other, non-political news, Rader P has a football game in Conway tonight. I can’t wait to see him play. I missed his first game last week due to the fact that they scheduled it at 4:00 (thanks to Isaac) and it was 90 minutes away…I couldn’t get off early enough to make it. Made me sad, but thankfully, Rader understands that just showing up to all the games is not what makes a good parent. It’s the other stuff that counts.
In other, other news…I’m considering starting a M-W bootcamp next week…I’ll let you know if I survive…
Oops, I did it again.
I’ve committed to doing the LR Half Marathon in 2013. It’s good to have a goal, right? It’s also good to have a support system in place. People who will root for you and kick your ass when you start slacking. So I started a TEAM MELF group on Facebook. It’s a private group and not everyone is going to train for this specific event, but everyone who is a member has a goal of their own in mind.
Ugh. I mean, Yay!
I’m starting slow. I have a 12 week build-up schedule that I’m going to do then I’ll start following the actual 1/2 marathon training schedule. It’ll be fun, right?
Sorry. Couldn’t resist one last poke. There you go Anonymous. Two free days of attention. You’re welcome.
Now moving on to awesome stuff…I worked out with a trainer last night. He wasn’t necessarily my kinda guy…he was too full of hot air and motivational poster moments, but he definitely knew how pump up the volume on my workout. My legs were jelly when we finished and climbing the stairs have been slightly challenging today.
In other awesome stuff, I think we’re gonna pack up and take the boys to Oxford tomorrow for the Double Decker festival. We’ve missed our peeps and we really wanna go play. ETA: no Oxford tomorrow now. Plans have changed. Tis okay, will be heading that way soon…
In news of the weird, look what we woke up to find this morning:
Black Rot and Pecan Trees don’t mix very well…
And with that, my Friday blog is over. Happy Weekend y’all! It feels good to feel good again…
Today is a new day. I’m greeting it with a smile, an open heart and a new direction.
I’m guilty of lying to myself, but no more. It’s time to dig back in and give myself a giant wake up slap. I have the family and friend thing covered in spades, but it’s high time I make writing and exercise a priority in my life again. I actually miss both and I’m sick of making excuses for not doing them.
So you,my internet friends, have been put on notice. I’m back in the saddle. My latest WIP is titled THE REMEDIES and it’s a darker science fiction story. (don’t worry, it will have plenty of humor in it as well. How can I not be funny?) Today is Day1.
If I don’t report back, I’m asking you to hold me accountable. I must write something everyday–even if it’s a paragraph. And I have to tell you about it.
As far as fitness goes, I really want to run the half-marathon again next March. I’m not so much worried about weight loss (though I probably should be) but I am worried about being healthy and happy. So today is Day 1 again… I must do something physical every day and report back. If I don’t–you bitches better shame me.
I’m not even joking.
Now on a less serious note, check out my little friend. He was hurt and fluttering around unsuccessfully on our screened-in-porch last night. I moved him outside to save him from certain death by Bobcat Greyskull…
See how cute I am in my exercise gear? Even at 5:15 a.m. Yes, that’s before the sun, y’all. Before. The. Sun.
Reluctantly, I got out of bed, but by the end of my 45 minute walk, I felt great. I added some lunges and a few (okay, a lot) of booty shaking into the mix and it was pretty awesome. (I’m so very glad it was Before. The. Sun. so nobody could witness said booty shaking.)
Anyway, yay me! Maybe next time I’ll take Ruby.
BTW: Objects in blog and in Melf’s imagination may appear slightly different in reality…
In other fun news, woo boy my Bachelor recap is up. We have metaphors and euphemisms for days, folks! Go forth and read.
Bachelor Ben Episode 8: The Final Four showdown begins…
In other, other fun news, Hey Don’t Judge Me was voted Weblog of the Month. Awesome, huh?
Okay, so tomorrow everybody is going to talk about what they’re giving up for Lent. I don’t do Lent, though by the look of my dryer vent, I do have plenty of lint… That’s a rhyme and now I want a mint…Somebody please stop me before this becomes a detriment…
Ouch. Okay. Sorry.
Anyway, yeah, I don’t give anything up to prove anything to anyone. It ain’t how I roll. Mmmm. I’d really like to eat a buttery roll right now. It is Fat Tuesday after all.
Oh wait. I keep getting off track.
Tomorrow is the start of a new day for me. Now that my health bidness is over, and now that I actually seem to finally be feeling normal (for me anyway) again, I think it’s time to start back down my fitness road. So tomorrow morning, come Hell or highwater…I’m going to hit the trails at 5:15. I figure if I can do two early morning 45 min walk/runs and then fit in two more somewhere during the week, I will be good to go. Birdrunner and I have talked about doing a lunch walk during the week, so maybe we can start that next week. Either way, I miss how I felt when I was exercising and since I no longer have a valid excuse not to, then I guess it’s time I get off my Fat Tuesday Ass and get with it. I ordered a not-so-cheap big booby exercise harness bra today, I probably should get some use out of it. Next on my list, new shoes.
I think Ruby-Doo will really enjoy the early morning jaunts…if I can get her Fat Tuesday Ass out from under the woobie.
I’m talking to you, Air Conditioner. Shape up or Ship Out!
I’m even wearing my cowboy boots today…so this picture is predicting the future.
In other news, I blogged at FCR about my wardrobe malfunction yesterday at the gym. All kinds of fun was had by all. Or at least by the 2 college boys who witnessed the incident…
So y’all know I walked/ran a half marathon this past March, right? (I actually ran (ok “ran”) the last half of the marathon and walked the first half, which sounds retarded and backward, but honestly, the running was easier than the walking by then. dunno why)
ANYWAY
After the marathon, I kinda just stopped working out. And by “Kinda”, I mean, I totally stopped. Like I think I’ve walked twice since March. And I’m not even sure if I can count them because I think I went directly to Cantina Laredo after the walks and fell into a vat of cheese dip and could only be saved from sure death by 2 Antonio Banderas Margaritas. Which I’m pretty sure cancelled out the exercise completely.
I do give myself an A for effort though.
I’m actually a pretty fit “fatty.” I’ve been very successful on my weightloss journey (<– yes, I said journey. You’re welcome.) It started when I lived in Oxford. I had decided to try to lose 20 lbs a year until I was at my goal. And even though I haven’t done that exactly, I have lost 5 sizes, and that’s nothing to shake a stick at. Unless you just really wanna shake a stick.
Bitchin' Fiction: Musings by author Melissa McKenzie / Melissa Francis 