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Shit.  I think I’m addicted to eBay.

This entry was posted on Friday, March 31st, 2006 at 11:46 am and is filed under General. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

I managed 30 minutes on the gym bike last night.  I didn’t have much time so I couldn’t go any longer than that.  For the first 10 minutes, I had a lot of trouble getting my heart rate above 130, but for the last 20 minutes or so I managed to spike it above 140 several times.  I am certainly getting stronger.  The hill climbs I’ve been doing all along are getting easier and I can usually sustain the “steepest” degrees of resistance with high rpms.  My real bike at home has bad tires, or I would certainly take it out on the road to see if I have made any improvement that has a real application to my strength and speed.

The next step now is to go to a higher level on the gym bike until I’ve reached the same point, and then keep going up the ladder.  I have been getting discouraged lately, but I have to keep in mind that all of my excess weight isn’t going to come off in a month - and neither am I going to have the same muscle development as a triathlete.

This entry was posted on Friday, March 31st, 2006 at 10:44 am and is filed under Health, 2006. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

I don’t know if it’s because of all the exercise, or if I’m just genuinely closing my eyes to the harsh realities of my life, but lately I haven’t been able to get too anxious about anything. For example, this morning all the facts seemed to point to the certainty that Bear was going to be late to school. However, instead of putting our lives in danger and racing through bumper car-esque traffic, I simply relaxed and turned up the radio. And sang along. And Bear was not late to school, not really. I mean, I pulled up and more or less shoved him out of the car just as the bell rang, but he didn’t get a tardy. It’s not just limited to the hectic morning rush either. I’ve been getting warm fuzzy feelings at work lately too. I sit at my desk pretty much all day long and feel that I accomplish very little. I haven’t been leaving the office for lunch, and so it may be that because I sit at my desk for 9 hours straight every day that I actually am accomplishing quite a bit more than I think. I doubt it - but that does not erase the fact that my desk is a lot clearer than it usually is and not one person has said anything to me (yet) that would indicate that they think I am a chronic goof off. I wouldn’t cop to that (on this blog) anyway. Since Jack and I broke up, I haven’t bothered to clean the apartment either except for things that would smell or attract bugs if I didn’t do something (such as the dishes, the toilets after Bear has peed all over them and the trash). This doesn’t bother me either. The whole place is littered with toys, and I’m really not annoyed. The carpet needs to be spot cleaned and that semi obssesive streak that occasionally had me on my hands and knees for hours hasn’t kicked in. My car is trashed. Do I care? Not really. I have kids. Who has time for cleaning a car? Or picking up toys for that matter? It’s really just kind of weird. I think I’ve lived most of my adult life in a state of anxiety.

This entry was posted on Monday, March 27th, 2006 at 11:04 pm and is filed under Just Mommy. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

Okey dokey.  30 minutes on the bike, heart rate averaged 140.  5 minutes on some kind of horrible eliptical machine, heart rate averaged 160.  That second one almost killed me… I must be in far worse shape than I thought.

This entry was posted on Monday, March 27th, 2006 at 10:27 pm and is filed under Health, 2006. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

I weighed myself at the gym yesterday and there is still no change. I’m definitely getting stronger, but I’m discouraged by the lack of measurable results. I’m thinking that maybe I should take my measurements with a cloth tape measure and see if there is any improvement in those numbers. I’m also thinking of asking the personal training staff if they would measure my body fat percentage periodically without charge.

This morning I asked the kids if they wanted to go to the gym again tonight after Monkey’s dance class. The response was a groan, and then silence. I was half expecting that they would get bored with the gym after a while, and I was about to try to say something encouraging to them about how fun the childcare center is when I heard Monkey say, “Bear, we have to go so that Mommy can get all of her fat away.”

This entry was posted on Monday, March 27th, 2006 at 10:29 am and is filed under Health, 2006. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.