Monthly Archives: August 2012

On My “Weekly” Fitness and Health Check-In [08.29.2012]

There are air quotes around weekly because, well, let’s face it, I’m pretty terrible at keeping up with these.

However, I HAVE been keeping up with my healthy eating and even my exercising, though that’s been a bit erratic.

Thanks to that handy app “LoseIt!”, I have been really keeping track of what I eat, and what exercise I do.  It’s pretty addicting actually, and has really made me conscious of the things I eat.

For instance, one Dove chocolate square is 44 calories, whereas one cup of sliced strawberries is only 53 calories.  Really?!  Really.  So, if I eat 6 chocolates, like I did today,  I could have had approximately 5 and a half cups of strawberries.  And been way more full and satisfied to boot.  I really need to make wiser choices.  Well, actually, I HAVE been – but let’s just agree that today was a really stressful day.  Everyone has those, though, so ya win some, ya lose some.

As for exercise, well, like I said, that’s been erratic – though I did go on an approximately three mile walk yesterday with R.  That was a good walk.  HOT, though.  Whew.

Did I mention that it’s going to be a record-breaking high of 100 degrees tomorrow here in Minnesota?  WHEW!



On Antics, Crazy, Crazy Antics

Folks, apparently I can get cray with the best of them.  😉

My poor cousin is so good natured, he just put up with all my crazy antics out on the town on a Saturday night.  A couple of recaps include:

“Haaave you met my cousin Josh? He’s new in town.” -Me to the lovely lady with the less lovely friend.  I then proceeded to chat up the friend for a while.  I’m a good wing-cousin. (Insert TM symbol here.) 😉

Loud statements about my own standards and types of guy I find attractive.  “Not those two!”

Stating that I was at the most depressing house ever because I was out having a good time only to be thrust into the bowels of someone else’s sadness.

Definitively determining that men who look like bearskin rugs aren’t what I consider attractive.

Not remembering faces…or the amount of hair one has or does not have.

Stating that I am going to be so on-purpose creepy to girls my cousin meets if they come to the apartment.  Example: apparently I’m going to make them breakfast and tell them to leave and that they can keep the fork.

Overall joviality and merriment.  🙂

I’m ridiculous….wait for it…ly awesome!  😀

On That Awkward Moment When…

…you think you’re being a good roommate by starting the dishes and clearing the countertops of all dirty dishes and then your roommate, who also happens to be your extremely tolerant cousin, walks in and asks if you re-washed all the dishes he did earlier that day, and then you feel like an ass because 1)you didn’t ACTUALLY wash any dishes yet, you just left them “to soak”, and we all know what that means; and 2) you ruined all the hard work he did by “soaking” the clean and actual dirty dishes together.

On My Weekly Fitness and Health Check-In [08.13.2012]

It’s quite obvious that I’ve skipped some “weekly” updates.  I can’t lie; I was afraid to post because I was hesitant to hold myself accountable.  Which is the exactly the reason why I wanted to start these posts – accountability.

It’s important to hold yourself accountable when trying to form new lifestyle habits.  How else am I going to form those habits if I don’t follow a plan and hold myself accountable for when I deviate?

So, I ate some fast food, and skipped a bunch of exercising stints.  And I ate ice cream – more than I should have.

However.  Something in me just clicked this past week.  Maybe it’s because I just keep talking about with anyone around me that will listen.  [Thanks Cousin Josh and work friends for humoring me continuously!]  I really feel like I’ve turned a corner.

Over the course of the weekend, I noticed a few different things.  Changes, if you will.  First, pants that had gotten a touch too tight are no longer too tight.  The “trousers of truth” as Phoenix called them.  I have a few pairs of those.  And so far, four of those pairs are better.  If only my work pants would be looser – so THOSE are the ultimate truth-tellers!

Second, I just got so fed up with my excuses NOT to exercise:  I don’t belong to a gym; I hate running outside when it’s cold/too far/whatever;  I don’t want to exercise in front of others; it’s too hard to exercise with Q around.  Ugh!  Knock it off. self!  I also read this article which lists excuses that fit women don’t make.  It hit home.  I definitely make excuses.  So, there’s no excuse for making excuses.

Oh, and I downloaded this GREAT app called Lose It! on which you can set your goals and record your progress.  It’s really handy.  I know that there are tons of different apps out there like this one, but I really like this particular app.  It’s also on WordPress!  🙂

And there’s a bunch of tips and words of encouragement I’ve found helpful, as well, such as:



Other things that have really inspired me to work out more, even if in small doses:

– I can eat just one extra piece of chocolate if I increase the number of calories I burn.  [You’ll never convince me to give up chocolate, no matter how fit I am!]

– Noticing the HUGE difference in caloric intake in my food.  For example, 1 cup of the ice cream I like has the same amount of calories as 3 and 1/4 cups of pineapple chunks – holy cow!  What a difference!!!

And on top of that, I had a definitive mood boost today!  Happy Monday!

On Bruised Egos

Apparently my opinions, and subsequent requirements, for dating on men’s grooming, proper grammar, etc. bruise some men’s egos.

When I posted about men’s grooming, I stated that I think men with long hair and/or long goatee’s are gross.  I’ve also stated that I don’t like facial tattoos, that I prefer men with brains who use proper grammar and spelling, etc… There’s a list, which list is the reason I haven’t been on a date in a LONG time.  Boo hoo hoo.  But not really, because I have STANDARDS.

Now apparently, these standards have bruised some egos.  I’m not saying I’m the prettiest, or the funniest, or the most politically-correct, or the most anything, or that I don’t occasionally have typos, or even that I don’t misspell a word once a blue moon or so.  I’m just saying I have a specific set of standards.

THIS guy does NOT meet those standards!

On that dating website, I have received multiple messages from the guy above.  He calls himself “shalom” and, apparently, was a professional sand volleyball player.  He has a really crappy homemade tattoo of his nickname “sexy sandman” with a large plamtree on his back.  He is missing a LARGE chunk of his front tooth.  He’s creepy muscular, and his long hair reminds me of a scraggly dog.  I chose not to respond to his messages because I was taught that when you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.  Apparently, that’s the wrong approach.  After the third time of ignoring his messages, he chose to respond to my requirements point by point.  He took the time to tell me that he just ended his beach volleyball career A YEAR AGO and that he is looking for a new job.  HE’S BEEN UNEMPLOYED FOR A YEAR!!!  He pointed out that his poor grammar hides his high IQ.  He then must have gotten offended, at some point, by my grammar requirement because he then pointed out that I used the number 2 twice.  My grammatical error has since been rectified; his jobless state, I’m sure, has not.  I won’t regal you with the remaining details of his LONG message, mostly because they didn’t regal me, either, but also because it’s just not worth either your or my time.

Needless to say, I have continued to ignore that fool him.

Next up is my new favorite, the mystery blog comment-poster, “Steve”.  Steve, you are, by far, the man of my dreams.  I can just tell based upon the comment you made on my men’s grooming post:

“So in other words, the only men you would like are the effeminate little latte-sippers driving around in their hybrids, right? You know, the kind of guys the women on the View dictate that you accept? I’m sure the real men won’t mind if you take yourself out of the heterosexual dating pool and accept your inner lesbian.”

Let’s take this one point at time.

Steve states I only like “effeminate little latte-sippers“.  I’m not sure that I like “effeminate” men, rather, I prefer a man who smells nice, wears clean clothes, and is neatly groomed.  I guess if THAT is effeminate, then I do like effeminate men.  I wasn’t aware that being cleanly and groomed made a man effeminate.  Men, please weigh in on this idea at any point.  As for “little latte-sippers“, I will admit that my general type is a thin man closer to my own height than not.  I don’t know why that is, it just is.  That doesn’t make them effeminate or little, just short and thin.   As for the “latte-sippers” part, I’d like to point out that people can drink WHATEVER THE HELL THEY WANT.  That’s a stupid statement.

Steve goes on to state that  the men I like drive “around in their hybrids”.  Driving a hybrid or not makes no difference to me.  Driving a car or a truck make no difference to me.  Seriously.  I could care less about cars. I  prefer that a man has a car, and that that car won’t endanger my life, thereby putting my son at risk for a motherless childhood, but still, hybrids aren’t a requirement.

Here’s what I drive, except scrape off a bunch of paint on the bumper to make it yellow and add tons of door dings from when I worked at The Retail Store.  Do you honestly think I care about cars?!

Next point:  “You know, the kind of guys the women on the View dictate that you accept?”  The View?!  I have NEVER even seen The View, but is sounds like YOU HAVE, Steve.  If that’s your kind of TV show, I won’t judge.  I, though, wouldn’t have the first clue about what kind of man the women on that show supposedly dictate women should date.  Why don’t you leave me another comment explaining it for me.  I’m kind of low on blog topics, anyway.

And lastly, Steve addresses my sexuality:  “I’m sure the real men won’t mind if you take yourself out of the heterosexual dating pool and accept your inner lesbian.” Sorry,  really tall, overweight men with creepy long hair; crappy goatees; unkempt, dirty, grunge clothes; nauseating body odor; and shitty rist-bucket cars  REAL men, I am unequivocally heterosexual, so I won’t be taking myself out of the heterosexual dating pool.  I am a firm supporter of gay rights, though.  And to tell me that I need to “accept my inner lesbian” isn’t an insult to me.  It IS insulting and, quite frankly, disgusting of YOU, to continue to use statements like that AS insults.

Steve, I see you have good grammar, spelling, and punctuation, but if the size of your mind indicates the size of any of your other “assets”, I think it’s better for everyone if you do ALL women and men a favor and take YOURSELF out of ALL dating pools and become strictly asexual.  We don’t need any more small-minded bigots reproducing.

In short, I seem to have bruised some men’s egos by refusing to lower my standards to douche.  Generally, this is where someone would apologize for hurting someone else’s feelings, but I seem to find myself not giving a douche-sized turd.

On Dudes Who Wear Sunglasses [A Short Note]

Dear dudes:

You look super cool in your fancy Oakley [or whatever brand is cool now] wrap-around sunglasses.  You really, really do.


Ultimate “cool status” symbol

This is where I’m going to include the gentlemen out there who always wear aviators.

Don’t worry – the level of “cool” rivals that of the wrap-arounds.

Here’s the thing, though; I never trust dudes who only  ever have pictures of themselves in those “cool” sunglasses.  Sure!  You look like a B.A.M.F with them on, but why are they the only pictures you have of yourself?  Huh?  What’s wrong with your eyes?!?!?!?!?!??!?!

Point:  Take new pictures without your sunglasses.

Point:  Sometimes it’s NOT summer, and you don’t need them.

Point:  You look like a tool.

On that Awkward Moment When….

…you’re showering, and you just started washing your face and have soap all over your face, but you’re SURE that you heard someone creeping on you in your apartment, and they are going to attack you in the shower, and you either: a) get attacked while naked, blind, and defenseless in the shower; or b) try to open your eyes to make SURE that no one is ACTUALLY standing JUST outside your shower curtain, but you have soap on your face, and you get soap in your eyes, and it hurts like hell; and now, you can’t see anyways and still aren’t sure if anyone is going to attack you so, you have to rinse your face fully anyways; and by that time, you realize that if someone were going to attack you, they would have done it already, but that doesn’t make you feel less anxious.


…you forget what happened in the aforementioned scenario the next time you shower, and the whole process starts all over again.

On the Reasons I Want to Be Physically Active and Fit

I was reading The Life of Jamie today, and she was wrapping up her fitness challenge with a post on how she did in the challenge.  I admit it – I was inspired to continue with my own goals.  So, I went for a run today.

On my run today, I thought of a few things.

First is that I don’t think I have a definite enough goal in mind to work toward.  It’s easy to stray when my goal is “to be more healthy and fit”.  No time line.  No weight loss goal.  No targeted muscle group mentioned.  No definitive plan set out in any way.

Second – I don’t own a scale.  I heard once that if you don’t own a scale you will feel better about yourself because you aren’t chaining yourself to a number.  However, how can you measure your progress if you don’t have something with which to measure??

Third – what are the specific reasons I want “to be more healthy and fit”?  Those I thought of for a while.  And I have a solid list of them.

1.  While I love shopping for clothing, I want to shop because it’s fun and NOT because I need to go out and buy larger sizes.  Better yet, I’d like to be a size or two smaller.

2.  I want to be able to stand with my feet shoulder width apart and NOT have my thighs touch each other.  If I reached no other goal than that, I’d fell healthier.  I’m not sure, but I think it’s a woman thing…?

3.  I feel better about myself after I exercise.  It’s true, and I forget it.  I forget it A LOT.  I don’t motivate very well, but I ALWAYS feel better about myself after exercising.  The trade off is quite obvious.

4.  I want to have one of those cool before and after photos.  You know the ones….

This seems pretty legit compared to some of them.  😉

     5.  While I was out running, and I am probably using that term a little bit loosely, I noticed how disgusting fast food smells.  YUCK!  Did you know that I live literally within a block of two different fast food restaurants?  Disgusting… I would rather run and be disgusted by the smell than go and eat there ever again.  Okay, well I may cheat once in a while, that’s to be expected, but I can’t give myself excuses anymore – such as, I’m already having a bad, why don’t I just pile on some fast food, too?  Eat a cheese stick for goodness sake!