Remember how a couple of months ago I showed you some scale photos but then told you not to worry your pretty little head with them because I carry my weight like Jessica Rabbit?
Here’s the thing:
It seems I’ve bootcamped and WeightWatchered away some of . . . → Read More: In Lieu of Congratulations, Please Send Chocolate. And Cheese. Or Maybe a Smaller Bra.
If 2011 has a theme, and, to be clear, IT SOOOO DOES, it is The Year of Perseverance.
If I were to write out a list (meaning “here comes that list”) of themes for every year of my life (they all have one), a sampling might go something like:
1977 – . . . → Read More: Pershoeverance
Part I: I’m a Winner!
I’m sure you’re tiring of reading about bootcamp. But I just can’t shut myself up about it.
When I started bootcamp last September I was a lot of things–but “fit” of any kind was not in the list. And really, I was only marginally . . . → Read More: I’m a Winner! I’m a Loser! I’m a Winner/Loser!
First a list:
2 sports bras 4 pair of pants/capris 6 shirts 6 pair of socks
Now, my 14-day Fitness Challenge equation:
Number of workouts > supply of clean clothes = several more loads of laundry this week
This I am interpreting as a very . . . → Read More: If Only the Reward for this Bonus was NACHOS
Two weeks ago, I abruptly went off the caffeine. Two days after that, I realized that raging withdrawal headaches were not going to be good for my marriage, friendships, blogging, year-end tax information gathering and reporting, property managing, mothering, bootcamping, simultaneous sudden reversal of anti-volunteering, bookkeeping, or housecleaning. To name a few.
. . . → Read More: Last 14, Down by 8, BOOBS, Next 14
Preface: Nothing Is Worse Than Sweating
Introduction: Getting Up Before The Sun Is Worse Than Sweating
Chapter One: Bootcamp Resumed Monday
At 5:30 a.m.
That’s in the dark, people.
And the cold. It’s January.
. . . → Read More: Bootcamp: A Sketch Story
Yesterday marked the last night of the early fall session of Boot Camp.
I made it! I survived seven weeks of jogging and jumping, burpeeing and pushupping, crunching and lunging, throwing and lifting, running and planking, heaving but never retching.
For three of the seven weeks I hobbled like . . . → Read More: Wherein I Start a List of “Things In Which I Have Been Trapped”
Somebody broke into my house last night and danced on my kneecaps while I slept. The ‘Caps, they filed a formal complaint this morning. The authorities, who just weeks ago received a similar report from The Achilles, are considering the possibility that a serialist of some variety is at work here.
. . . → Read More: “Other Such: Shelbyville” Rerun (OS:S in the E-T on the 10/3)