There aren't many times in life when I will admit defeat.
But this time is one of them. My white flag is raised.
I came back to Calgary 6 weeks after my knee surgery. I hit the gym...and I hit it hard. I had 6 weeks worth of energy that needed to be worked off.
I was feeling on top of the world. The things I was doing weren't anything grand, by any means. But for a girl who had just had knee surgery. This.Was.Big.
I was warned by family and friends that I needed to be careful. I needed to pace myself. I told them I was fine [every competitive person out there would have said the same] I was optimistic. I was ready to hit this head on. And kick it's butt.
To succeed.
4 weeks later. Here I am. Writing the post that was obviously enviable. The post that 90% of people knew would be coming at some point. However, I'm proud to say [this is the competitor in me coming out] that it came later than everyone had anticipated. So HA. :)
Right before I went home for Easter I was feeling sore. More sore than usual. I'm very quad deficient. So that's where I was feeling it the most. My calf was sore. My hip was sore. So. While I was home I was bound and determined to take some time off and relax. By friday night I was going mental. Saturday I looked into buying a bike. Sunday the easter bunny brought me one, and I was riding. Ha. I didn't even make it two days. How did I manage to make it 6 weeks?
**I'm staying within the limits set by my surgery protocol/physios recommendations**
This last week I started feeling aches in my left knee. I knew I needed to take it easier this week. So. I listened to my body and did just that. I took it easy. And. I felt like I did nothing. Ugh. So frustrating. This week my mind has been racing. My mind has been playing tricks on me. After my not so good weigh in this week, and feeling burnt out. I'm left up the creek without a paddle.
So I am re-evaluating my goals. I'm re evaluating my nutrition with some professionals. I'm looking into other options for cardio. Arm bike here I come. FML. I took this week as a semi pity week. Tomorrow is my last day of pity. As of Monday. I've got a new plan.
A plan that others have helped me create. It's hard to ask for help. I feel like I should know just what to do. But the things I know to do. Aren't working. Boo. So I need to shake things up a bit. Which is where Kait and TrainerBoy come in handy. Kait is helping me redesign my nutrition. I'm now not just counting calories. I'm getting deep into the break down of all my macro nutrients for each meal[don't worry I don't really know what that means either] And. I'm having my trainer help me re create my workouts. My workouts with him are awesome. It's my workouts without him that I feel need a little something more.
I'll keep you posted. Please tell me other people are feeling the way I am...Right?
I'll feel dumb if I'm the only one.
L.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Friday, April 29, 2011
Funny!
This morning I was in a hurry to get out my door.
My jeans were in the dryer.
as I was leaving my house I ran downstairs, pulled them out of the dryer and put them on as I was walking up the stairs.
....I get to work......
I start work.....
I'm walking and I feel like I'm stepping on something, and I shook my leg(you know like when you have toilet paper on your shoes).....
My garment bottoms come FLYING out of the bottom of my jeans.
There were patients in the waiting room.
The patients saw a huge white piece of cloth fall out of the bottom of my leg. Oh my gosh.
I started laughing. Amanda started laughing. My manager looked horrified. And then I started laughing harder. I couldn't breath. My face was turning red. There were tears coming down my face I was laughing so hard. Everytime I saw Amanda today we just chuckled.
Amanda told everyone. Cause no one knew why we were dying laugh. I didn't tell them it was my underwear. I just said it was a tanktop.
We came to the conclusion I'm magic. I was wearing it. Then I made it comeout thru my leg.
Haha... I'm still laughing about it.
L.
My jeans were in the dryer.
as I was leaving my house I ran downstairs, pulled them out of the dryer and put them on as I was walking up the stairs.
....I get to work......
I start work.....
I'm walking and I feel like I'm stepping on something, and I shook my leg(you know like when you have toilet paper on your shoes).....
My garment bottoms come FLYING out of the bottom of my jeans.
There were patients in the waiting room.
The patients saw a huge white piece of cloth fall out of the bottom of my leg. Oh my gosh.
I started laughing. Amanda started laughing. My manager looked horrified. And then I started laughing harder. I couldn't breath. My face was turning red. There were tears coming down my face I was laughing so hard. Everytime I saw Amanda today we just chuckled.
Amanda told everyone. Cause no one knew why we were dying laugh. I didn't tell them it was my underwear. I just said it was a tanktop.
We came to the conclusion I'm magic. I was wearing it. Then I made it comeout thru my leg.
Haha... I'm still laughing about it.
L.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
First things First.
A. I am sitting here... on my bedroom floor with velcro curlers in my hair.
Where have these been for the last 25 years? and why am I just finding out about them now? They give me the super cute curls that curling irons and hot rollers can not. Straight up Real Housewives of [take your pick] <---- all of them I love.. I know guilty pleasure.
B. I weighed myself last night. It sucked. I didn't want to do it, but it needed to be done. I was weighed day of Surgery. I was happy with the weight [not happy enough to stay there tho]...8 weeks later....I've been working out for 3 weeks and I was soooo confident I lost atleast 8-10lbs.
Hell.to.the.NO.
ZERO change.
Are you bloody well joking me. I thought there was something wrong with the scale. So this morning I weighed in again. (morning weigh in's are always kinder on the ego) I was hopeful.
ZERO change.
If you're close to me. You've heard my rants. Heard my theories. I've been eating SO clean, working out so much. So hard. And nothing? Well that's super motivating. So this weekend it's back to the drawing board. I'm going to revamp my cardio/weights as well as my eating.
Then Monday. I will hit it. hardcore. done and done.
I was super upset yesterday, kind of upset today...a little upset still. However, I've feeling inches drop, I'm stronger. I can feel it. TrainerBoy is pushing me. I threw up tonight. Planks..for minutes on end. Tricep dips....123453453453 of them.
I'm achy. I'm so sore. I fell asleep in the shower. But I'm happy.
It took me a couple minutes(36 hours) to realize that weight is only part of the composition. Everyone is telling me I look leaner, My clothes are fitting differently, and I feel better.
So I must be doing something right.
C. I love all this royal wedding business. I can't wait to get married. Really. I can't. The huge white dress, the pretty flowers, the Temple, My family. The most amazing boy ever. And. What girl doesn't dream of being a princess? Umm. I did. I do. I love it. Too bad Prince Harry is a ginger(no offense ging's) I love Kate. She's classy, she's educated, and she's gorgeous.
However, I don't love it enough to wake up at 3am to watch it. I'll watch the special in NBC at 9pm tomorrow night. That's more around my 'business hour'
eeeeks. I love. love. :)
D. I'm chillin with Ruthie all weekend. We've got big plans. So I'm hoping Calgary co operates and doesn't snow the 10cm it's calling for. Oh ya. I wore shorts to work earlier this week...with no coat. Now it's suppose to snow. FML.
E. I almost fell asleep in the shower, so I'm not too sure why I'm still up. Oh ya, my velcro rollers. woohoo. Time to take those bad boys out.
Then tomorrow. I add a couple in the top before work. And my hair is good.as.new.
L.
Where have these been for the last 25 years? and why am I just finding out about them now? They give me the super cute curls that curling irons and hot rollers can not. Straight up Real Housewives of [take your pick] <---- all of them I love.. I know guilty pleasure.
B. I weighed myself last night. It sucked. I didn't want to do it, but it needed to be done. I was weighed day of Surgery. I was happy with the weight [not happy enough to stay there tho]...8 weeks later....I've been working out for 3 weeks and I was soooo confident I lost atleast 8-10lbs.
Hell.to.the.NO.
ZERO change.
Are you bloody well joking me. I thought there was something wrong with the scale. So this morning I weighed in again. (morning weigh in's are always kinder on the ego) I was hopeful.
ZERO change.
If you're close to me. You've heard my rants. Heard my theories. I've been eating SO clean, working out so much. So hard. And nothing? Well that's super motivating. So this weekend it's back to the drawing board. I'm going to revamp my cardio/weights as well as my eating.
Then Monday. I will hit it. hardcore. done and done.
I was super upset yesterday, kind of upset today...a little upset still. However, I've feeling inches drop, I'm stronger. I can feel it. TrainerBoy is pushing me. I threw up tonight. Planks..for minutes on end. Tricep dips....123453453453 of them.
I'm achy. I'm so sore. I fell asleep in the shower. But I'm happy.
It took me a couple minutes(36 hours) to realize that weight is only part of the composition. Everyone is telling me I look leaner, My clothes are fitting differently, and I feel better.
So I must be doing something right.
C. I love all this royal wedding business. I can't wait to get married. Really. I can't. The huge white dress, the pretty flowers, the Temple, My family. The most amazing boy ever. And. What girl doesn't dream of being a princess? Umm. I did. I do. I love it. Too bad Prince Harry is a ginger(no offense ging's) I love Kate. She's classy, she's educated, and she's gorgeous.
However, I don't love it enough to wake up at 3am to watch it. I'll watch the special in NBC at 9pm tomorrow night. That's more around my 'business hour'
eeeeks. I love. love. :)
D. I'm chillin with Ruthie all weekend. We've got big plans. So I'm hoping Calgary co operates and doesn't snow the 10cm it's calling for. Oh ya. I wore shorts to work earlier this week...with no coat. Now it's suppose to snow. FML.
E. I almost fell asleep in the shower, so I'm not too sure why I'm still up. Oh ya, my velcro rollers. woohoo. Time to take those bad boys out.
Then tomorrow. I add a couple in the top before work. And my hair is good.as.new.
L.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Always Remembered...Never Forgotten!
This time of year is always hard on our family.
11 years ago today my Grandma Bigelow passed away suddenly. Healthy as a horse. Went to bed one night and never really woke up.
I remember that day so vividly. I was only 13 years old. I was woken up by my dad-which was super unusual. He was always gone to work before I even woke up for school. He told us that my mom was at the hospital with my grandma, because when my grandpa tried to wake her up in the morning he couldn't. He assured us that everything would be okay, and we were on our way to school. I was in grade 7. I remember sitting in my grade 7 math class. Mr. Lowry was my teacher. I had been thinking about her all day. *I've never told anyone this* But you know that feeling in the pit of your stomach that something just isn't right. Well I had that feeling the whole morning. Then half way thru my math class it went away. I felt peace. I felt calm. I knew she was gone. My parents never came to the school to get us, but I knew she was gone. I had softball practice after school. My sister Kayla and I went to practice...then after we rushed home. That's when I 'found' out. I already knew tho.
I didn't take it very well. But it was my sister who was utterly devestated. They were super close.
I have so many memories of her. She was amazing. She was a nurse, and she's one of the reasons I got into healthcare. I'm grateful for her example. She was seriously adorable. I remember riding my bike to her house in the summer, and I would help her pick 'flowers'(dandilions) for my mom. We'd get ice cream. She'd let me drive her car(she would let me steer down her road) I thought that was the greatest thing EVER. We would drink lemonade in her backyard. She let me help her garden.
Everytime I go home I always go out to the cemetery. Take her sunflowers. Her fave. In highschool I'd run there at nights for my cardio. My parents live a mile from there so it was a nice little jaunt for me. I would run there after dinner. Just sit there. It sounds creepy. But it was so peaceful.I miss her everyday. I wonder what it would have been like if she was still around while I was in highschool. Would I have been as close with her as I was when I was little? Would I have went to her house for lunch(she lived across from the highschool)? Would I have still gone with my mom to see her at the rainbow(the hospital she worked at was painted like a rainbow-I'd get a sucker from her everytime I went there) Would I go and visit her everytime I go to Taber to see my parents? Would she be proud of me? Would she still brag about me to her other nurse and doctor friends. Taber is a small place. I still see nurses and doctors that she worked with...who still tell me that she would brag about me left, right and center. I was just a kid. But she was so proud of the fact that I won coloring contests in grade 3.
Today I miss her. Everyday I miss her. I miss her more for my mom.
The day after she died, our little town of Taber was hit hard. There was a shooting at my school. I was there. because I tried to take my mind off the fact that my hero was gone.
The last week of April is hard.
It has been for the last 11 years.
It will be until I am reunited with her again.
L.
11 years ago today my Grandma Bigelow passed away suddenly. Healthy as a horse. Went to bed one night and never really woke up.
I remember that day so vividly. I was only 13 years old. I was woken up by my dad-which was super unusual. He was always gone to work before I even woke up for school. He told us that my mom was at the hospital with my grandma, because when my grandpa tried to wake her up in the morning he couldn't. He assured us that everything would be okay, and we were on our way to school. I was in grade 7. I remember sitting in my grade 7 math class. Mr. Lowry was my teacher. I had been thinking about her all day. *I've never told anyone this* But you know that feeling in the pit of your stomach that something just isn't right. Well I had that feeling the whole morning. Then half way thru my math class it went away. I felt peace. I felt calm. I knew she was gone. My parents never came to the school to get us, but I knew she was gone. I had softball practice after school. My sister Kayla and I went to practice...then after we rushed home. That's when I 'found' out. I already knew tho.
I didn't take it very well. But it was my sister who was utterly devestated. They were super close.
I have so many memories of her. She was amazing. She was a nurse, and she's one of the reasons I got into healthcare. I'm grateful for her example. She was seriously adorable. I remember riding my bike to her house in the summer, and I would help her pick 'flowers'(dandilions) for my mom. We'd get ice cream. She'd let me drive her car(she would let me steer down her road) I thought that was the greatest thing EVER. We would drink lemonade in her backyard. She let me help her garden.
Everytime I go home I always go out to the cemetery. Take her sunflowers. Her fave. In highschool I'd run there at nights for my cardio. My parents live a mile from there so it was a nice little jaunt for me. I would run there after dinner. Just sit there. It sounds creepy. But it was so peaceful.I miss her everyday. I wonder what it would have been like if she was still around while I was in highschool. Would I have been as close with her as I was when I was little? Would I have went to her house for lunch(she lived across from the highschool)? Would I have still gone with my mom to see her at the rainbow(the hospital she worked at was painted like a rainbow-I'd get a sucker from her everytime I went there) Would I go and visit her everytime I go to Taber to see my parents? Would she be proud of me? Would she still brag about me to her other nurse and doctor friends. Taber is a small place. I still see nurses and doctors that she worked with...who still tell me that she would brag about me left, right and center. I was just a kid. But she was so proud of the fact that I won coloring contests in grade 3.
Today I miss her. Everyday I miss her. I miss her more for my mom.
The day after she died, our little town of Taber was hit hard. There was a shooting at my school. I was there. because I tried to take my mind off the fact that my hero was gone.
The last week of April is hard.
It has been for the last 11 years.
It will be until I am reunited with her again.
L.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
A Cross to Bear!
We complain about the cross we bear but don't realize it is preparing us for the dip in the road that God can see and we can't.
Today I am grateful for challenges and trials that I've been facing recently. They're nothing in the GRAND scheme of things, but I know that the things I'm going thru are preparing me for something bigger in the future.
L.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Easter
"The greatest man in history, named Jesus, had no servants, yet they called Him master. Had no degrees, yet they called Him teacher. Had no medicines, yet they called Him healer. He had no army, yet kings feared Him. He won no military battles, yet He conquered the world. He committed no crime, yet they crucified Him. He was buried in a tomb, yet He lives today!"
I hope that everyone remembered the true meaning of Easter.
Yesterday morning I woke up to some Easter goodies from the Easter bunny(I'm a true believer that if you believe he will come-no matter how old) and so far so good. ha.
I got a yummy chocolate bunny, a kinder surprise and some peeps. Along with a NEW bike. Yes my Easter bunny loves me.
Then after gawking at my Easter Delights I got ready for church. My parents stake recently re-organized and now the wards are different. The ward I grew up in is gone. The people that watched me grow up are gone. For the most part. It was sad. I use to love coming home because of all the attention I recieved ;) However, never fear. There were people that weren't in my ward that I haven't seen since highschool that are in this new ward. They gave me enough attention.
We talked of the Saviour, and the sacrifices he made for you and I, so that we might return to live with him once again.
I'm grateful for the Gospel. I'm grateful that 3 days after he was crucifed He rose again. How lucky am I to have the knowledge of the everlasting Gospel.
Since it was sooo nice after Church I went for a nice Sunday stroll on my new bike. I haven't ridden a pedal bike in over 10 years. But, you'd think since I spin 3x a week, and I was confined to a bike for the first part of my recovery that I'd have been a pro. HA. FALSE.
I.FAILED.MISERABLY.
I didn't fall, but I was pretty wobbily. I went for a ride after church, then again before dinner, and once after dinner. By the 3rd bike ride I was a pro again.
I hope everyone had a wonderful Easter. Now it's time to pack and head back to Calgary. It's been fun at my parents the last 4 days, however...reality and work are waiting for me back 'home'
L.
I hope that everyone remembered the true meaning of Easter.
Yesterday morning I woke up to some Easter goodies from the Easter bunny(I'm a true believer that if you believe he will come-no matter how old) and so far so good. ha.
I got a yummy chocolate bunny, a kinder surprise and some peeps. Along with a NEW bike. Yes my Easter bunny loves me.
Then after gawking at my Easter Delights I got ready for church. My parents stake recently re-organized and now the wards are different. The ward I grew up in is gone. The people that watched me grow up are gone. For the most part. It was sad. I use to love coming home because of all the attention I recieved ;) However, never fear. There were people that weren't in my ward that I haven't seen since highschool that are in this new ward. They gave me enough attention.
We talked of the Saviour, and the sacrifices he made for you and I, so that we might return to live with him once again.
I'm grateful for the Gospel. I'm grateful that 3 days after he was crucifed He rose again. How lucky am I to have the knowledge of the everlasting Gospel.
Since it was sooo nice after Church I went for a nice Sunday stroll on my new bike. I haven't ridden a pedal bike in over 10 years. But, you'd think since I spin 3x a week, and I was confined to a bike for the first part of my recovery that I'd have been a pro. HA. FALSE.
I.FAILED.MISERABLY.
I didn't fall, but I was pretty wobbily. I went for a ride after church, then again before dinner, and once after dinner. By the 3rd bike ride I was a pro again.
I hope everyone had a wonderful Easter. Now it's time to pack and head back to Calgary. It's been fun at my parents the last 4 days, however...reality and work are waiting for me back 'home'
L.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Kidney Stones? Say whhhha?
So a few nights ago I woke up in the most agonizing pain I've experienced in a long time. It was coming from my low back. Sharp...shooting pain... I felt like I was being stabbed in the back. After about 36 hours of pain, and talking to a few docs they said it sounds like kidney stones. Might be my appendix. Probably not gas pains. So. Verdict? I need to wait it out to see if it gets worse. If it does I might need to get an ultrasound to verify that it's actually kidney stones, or just pass them.
My friend said that kidney stones are comparable to having kids. SO, I'm going to go thru the pain of 'having kids' but not be able to bring anything super cute home.
How does this sound fair?
I guess time will only tell whats wrong.
L.
My friend said that kidney stones are comparable to having kids. SO, I'm going to go thru the pain of 'having kids' but not be able to bring anything super cute home.
How does this sound fair?
I guess time will only tell whats wrong.
L.
Beiber Bandwagon
.... I know some of you are thinking...'wow, took ya long enough' and the rest of you are probably thinking I'm a pedofile. However. I love Justin.Beiber.
A bunch of girlfriends and I went to go see his movie Never Say Never on Wednesday night, then went out for wings after. (P.S- I hate wings. But that's a whole nother blog post)
This kid is ACTUALLY talented. He's so incredibly adorable and he's CANADIAN.
Go Canada!
I just had to officially declare my love for the little tyke. Now, if only he was about 10 years older. Then we'd be talking.
I went home and downloaded his whole album and on Thursday night at the gym I was watching the PACERS vs BULLS game while listening to a little JBeib.
L.
A bunch of girlfriends and I went to go see his movie Never Say Never on Wednesday night, then went out for wings after. (P.S- I hate wings. But that's a whole nother blog post)
This kid is ACTUALLY talented. He's so incredibly adorable and he's CANADIAN.
Go Canada!
I just had to officially declare my love for the little tyke. Now, if only he was about 10 years older. Then we'd be talking.
I went home and downloaded his whole album and on Thursday night at the gym I was watching the PACERS vs BULLS game while listening to a little JBeib.
L.
Monday, April 18, 2011
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That last post was absolutely random.
I'm okay with that tho. I wanted to break up all my workout posts. I know this blog is about me. But, I needed to show you guys that I'm not all about myself.
I hope everyone had a fantastic weekend, because I know I sure did.
Oh man. I am so happy these days.
I thought I was happy before, but I never really realized how unhappy I've been for the last 8 months, until I truly became happy.
Take the time to be happy today.
Be grateful for all your blessings. Big and Small. And share them with me. I want to know why you're so happy.
Do. Tell.
L.
I'm okay with that tho. I wanted to break up all my workout posts. I know this blog is about me. But, I needed to show you guys that I'm not all about myself.
I hope everyone had a fantastic weekend, because I know I sure did.
Oh man. I am so happy these days.
I thought I was happy before, but I never really realized how unhappy I've been for the last 8 months, until I truly became happy.
Take the time to be happy today.
Be grateful for all your blessings. Big and Small. And share them with me. I want to know why you're so happy.
Do. Tell.
L.
The Love Box.
Is soooo cheesy.
But makes me feel soooooo good!
So, in Relief Society(womens organization in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints) we have a box called the love box. Girls can write 'love notes' to other girls in our ward who they're maybe shy to talk to, or whatever. I went on a love box strike for about a year. I got some hate mail-seriously. Who gets hate mail in the love box? Oh ya. ME! Ugh. Some people know about it, others don't. So, I would always get love notes
"I absoutely love your hair"
"Your eyes are stunning"
"loved your dress today"
"your lesson/talk was amazing, you're so cool"
But I just didn't care. I kind of knew all of these things already. I'm stuck up. I know. Don't judge me.
Saturday night at an activity a girl in my ward came up to me and told me that my butt was looking super cute. Ha. YAY. Who doesn't love being told their butt looks amazing in their jeans? Cause I loved it.
Anyways, I came off my love box hiatus and wrote her a little note of her own yesterday. Lo, and behold I felt sooo good giving a compliment. I never realized how many times I recieve compliments and just never give them back. So, I'm vowing to give more compliments to people. I feel good getting them, and giving them.
Okay, everyone your goal is to give 3 compliments tomorrow. Can you do it?
Also, I decided I love smiling at random people. The reactions you get are hiliarous. Some people smile back, other people are so shocked they give you dirty looks. How sad is that. So. SMILE at everyone.
A smile can change the world.
L.
But makes me feel soooooo good!
So, in Relief Society(womens organization in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints) we have a box called the love box. Girls can write 'love notes' to other girls in our ward who they're maybe shy to talk to, or whatever. I went on a love box strike for about a year. I got some hate mail-seriously. Who gets hate mail in the love box? Oh ya. ME! Ugh. Some people know about it, others don't. So, I would always get love notes
"I absoutely love your hair"
"Your eyes are stunning"
"loved your dress today"
"your lesson/talk was amazing, you're so cool"
But I just didn't care. I kind of knew all of these things already. I'm stuck up. I know. Don't judge me.
Saturday night at an activity a girl in my ward came up to me and told me that my butt was looking super cute. Ha. YAY. Who doesn't love being told their butt looks amazing in their jeans? Cause I loved it.
Anyways, I came off my love box hiatus and wrote her a little note of her own yesterday. Lo, and behold I felt sooo good giving a compliment. I never realized how many times I recieve compliments and just never give them back. So, I'm vowing to give more compliments to people. I feel good getting them, and giving them.
Okay, everyone your goal is to give 3 compliments tomorrow. Can you do it?
Also, I decided I love smiling at random people. The reactions you get are hiliarous. Some people smile back, other people are so shocked they give you dirty looks. How sad is that. So. SMILE at everyone.
A smile can change the world.
L.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Motivation.
So I've said this time and time again.
I am the best motivator in the world. To everyone. But. Myself. I can't take my own advice, or motivation. It's retarded. You think someone like me would have the most confidence in the world.
Yesterday TrainerBoy and I were doing lunges and squats. He couldn't stop laughing at me because I have absolutely no balance. I'd fall over. Everytime. Little does he know that I am like that normally, not just because I had knee surgery. He gave me a little vote of confidence tho.
-I'm about two weeks ahead of typical protocol.
-I've done EVERYTHING that he's told me to do. Most people with two good legs don't.
-I'm always ALWAYS at the gym.
-I'm in super good shape.
-I'm starting to become normal again. I'm not limping, I don't need to do alot of modifications.
Woohoo. That's just what I needed. Who doesn't love having someone tell them they're awesome.
If anyone needs motivations. Email me your number and you'll wake up every morning from here on out with a nice little motivational note. I use to text scriptures to Troy every morning so I knew he read his 'scriptures' ha. I'm just like that.
L.
P.S my bestie in Utah is getting married in Sept. Who wants to be my date?
I am the best motivator in the world. To everyone. But. Myself. I can't take my own advice, or motivation. It's retarded. You think someone like me would have the most confidence in the world.
Yesterday TrainerBoy and I were doing lunges and squats. He couldn't stop laughing at me because I have absolutely no balance. I'd fall over. Everytime. Little does he know that I am like that normally, not just because I had knee surgery. He gave me a little vote of confidence tho.
-I'm about two weeks ahead of typical protocol.
-I've done EVERYTHING that he's told me to do. Most people with two good legs don't.
-I'm always ALWAYS at the gym.
-I'm in super good shape.
-I'm starting to become normal again. I'm not limping, I don't need to do alot of modifications.
Woohoo. That's just what I needed. Who doesn't love having someone tell them they're awesome.
If anyone needs motivations. Email me your number and you'll wake up every morning from here on out with a nice little motivational note. I use to text scriptures to Troy every morning so I knew he read his 'scriptures' ha. I'm just like that.
L.
P.S my bestie in Utah is getting married in Sept. Who wants to be my date?
Mommy Lachele.
So Kait is going on a business trip at the end of the month, and so is her husband. This morning she bbm'd me asking me if I'd like to play mommy to Ruthie for the weekend.
So I get to practice being a mom to the most adorable 6 year old on the face of the earth.
Pictures of that weekend to come!
L.
So I get to practice being a mom to the most adorable 6 year old on the face of the earth.
Pictures of that weekend to come!
L.
Temptations
So I've gone 3 weeks without bread, pasta, refined sugar, candy.
I'm still alive. And I'm not a grump(too much). I was talking to Kait. I was super frustrated and I blurted out that I needed chocolate. How many times do we do that? Well, in my case I use to do it all the time. Then I realized I don't actually NEED chocolate when I'm frustrated. I just need the gym.
I wanted to try an experiment. I wanted to tempt myself to see if I'd give in. Kait thought that was ABSOLUTELY crazy. Which it is. But I wanted to teach myself self control, since I have none. I taught myself how to be a runner, so I figured I could teach myself how to have self control.
I was in walmart looking thru the easter candy(I've refrained from even looking in the candy direction) and almost forgot it was easter, however since I was on a mission I needed to get junkfood. I took one look at it. Grabbed 5 things, and over the course of my shopping trip I randomly put the 5 items back on the shelf after realizing how crazy it was. Why would I play with fire?
I'm going to wait until the Easter bunny brings me my treats. Then I'll see how long I can make them last.
Fingers crossed.
*P.S I met a really cute, tall guy at the gym the night that I posted about not liking short guys. I knew that God would reward me for being patient ;) haha!
L.
I'm still alive. And I'm not a grump(too much). I was talking to Kait. I was super frustrated and I blurted out that I needed chocolate. How many times do we do that? Well, in my case I use to do it all the time. Then I realized I don't actually NEED chocolate when I'm frustrated. I just need the gym.
I wanted to try an experiment. I wanted to tempt myself to see if I'd give in. Kait thought that was ABSOLUTELY crazy. Which it is. But I wanted to teach myself self control, since I have none. I taught myself how to be a runner, so I figured I could teach myself how to have self control.
I was in walmart looking thru the easter candy(I've refrained from even looking in the candy direction) and almost forgot it was easter, however since I was on a mission I needed to get junkfood. I took one look at it. Grabbed 5 things, and over the course of my shopping trip I randomly put the 5 items back on the shelf after realizing how crazy it was. Why would I play with fire?
I'm going to wait until the Easter bunny brings me my treats. Then I'll see how long I can make them last.
Fingers crossed.
*P.S I met a really cute, tall guy at the gym the night that I posted about not liking short guys. I knew that God would reward me for being patient ;) haha!
L.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Don't judge me for judging.
This is another one of those "oh Lachele...no wonder you're 25 and not married posts" so before you say anything. Don't. mmkay! I know I'm borderline crazy, but I'm not the only girl who feels this way.
I know why I'm not married. Because I'm tall and I'm picky
Being 5'9 and a girl, has proven to be challenging at times, for the most part it's pretty rewarding(I'm an athlete).
Now, I'm not still single because I'm tall. I'm single because I'm tall AND picky
Short boys give me a complex. I feel like a giant-ess. I can't date boys that are shorter than me, and guys my height are about 3-4 inches too short. It seems like all the guys interested in me these days are shortiepants. Super nice, sweet, way good looking, awesome guys. Just short. Short guys don't get my mojo running. I like tall guys.
A girl a work with(who is short) told me not to be so picky. Ha. Says the girl who doesn't have to worry about the height of a guy because EVERYONE is taller than her.
I'm not sorry I'm a height snob. I know that my persistance in waiting around for the perfect tall guy will pay off. haha. I hope. Errr... I can promise you I will never EVER eat my words and marry someone short. I just won't do it. I can't. It would go against everything I believe in.
Last night I was talking to Ash, and so I think she knows where this post is coming from, But I was dying laughing while talking to her, because I started out being 'slightly' interested in this one guy(who she did not give her stamp of approval on). He was shorter-ish. My height. Well. The more I hung out with him. The shorter he got. Last night was the first night I clearly noticed he was shortER than I was. I actually was looking down at him when talking to him. The slight interest in him was gone. Immediately. No joke.
L.
I know why I'm not married. Because I'm tall and I'm picky
Being 5'9 and a girl, has proven to be challenging at times, for the most part it's pretty rewarding(I'm an athlete).
Now, I'm not still single because I'm tall. I'm single because I'm tall AND picky
Short boys give me a complex. I feel like a giant-ess. I can't date boys that are shorter than me, and guys my height are about 3-4 inches too short. It seems like all the guys interested in me these days are shortiepants. Super nice, sweet, way good looking, awesome guys. Just short. Short guys don't get my mojo running. I like tall guys.
A girl a work with(who is short) told me not to be so picky. Ha. Says the girl who doesn't have to worry about the height of a guy because EVERYONE is taller than her.
I'm not sorry I'm a height snob. I know that my persistance in waiting around for the perfect tall guy will pay off. haha. I hope. Errr... I can promise you I will never EVER eat my words and marry someone short. I just won't do it. I can't. It would go against everything I believe in.
Last night I was talking to Ash, and so I think she knows where this post is coming from, But I was dying laughing while talking to her, because I started out being 'slightly' interested in this one guy(who she did not give her stamp of approval on). He was shorter-ish. My height. Well. The more I hung out with him. The shorter he got. Last night was the first night I clearly noticed he was shortER than I was. I actually was looking down at him when talking to him. The slight interest in him was gone. Immediately. No joke.
L.
horoscopes
Do you believe in them?
I never use to. I get daily emails from a girl a work with, She's huge into them, so she emails me EVERY morning a copy of my horoscope. It's uncanny how often something in them applies to me.
This morning. I came to work and this is what I was graced with:
Feeling stuck? Turn to others who’ve been stalled at similar roadblocks, but have gotten to the other side. Allow yourself to be inspired by their triumphs over adversity. They say life is 90 percent playing the hand you’re dealt, so don’t quit til’ you’re in the winner’s circle.
HA- Story of my life.
I'm having some roadblocks, and until recently I kept them to myself. Then once I started talking about them, I realized more people are in the same boat as I am.
RoadBlock 1: wrapping my mind around the fact that I'm actually 'post' surgery and can do hard things. TrainerBoy has been having me do lunges, and squats. Something I haven't done in 9 months. We banter back and forth for a few seconds. He has faith in me. I trust him. I do it. AND I rock it. I can do hard things. Pushs ups on a medicine ball. Yikes! Did I think I could do it? No. did I? Heck yes I did. I never in a million years would have done it without him. Getting a trainer was the best thing I've ever done. Getting MY trainer was a fluke. Blessing? Umm yes!
RoadBlock 2: Heavy lifting. I am trying to wrap my head about heavier weight, less reps. I'm not doing much good when I lift easy weight for an average amount of reps.
RoadBlock 3: FOOD. Ha. I just guest blogged on Ash's blog about food. *go check it out if you haven't. www.divorcedand20.blogspot.com If you've started following my blog as a result of finding me on her blog. Thank you, and welcome! I'm trying to look at food as more of a sustainablity thing rather than a pleasure thing. That way eating my plain chicken and green beans every night doesn't get super depressing. Only a little depressing :) So far I'm doing well. I've cut out ALOT of 'faves' over the last two weeks-and I'm still alive. Therefore, I'm doing away with the things that I shouldn't eat. If I don't buy it, I don't eat it! YAY. This is a daily battle. Example: today is some girls birthday. There will be chocolate cake later. I'm not sure I have the will power to resist. If it wasn't there I'd have no problem not craving it. But seeing it. Makes me want it. Damn them.
I've talked with a few people who've gone thru what I'm going thru and are at the point that I want to be at. Their advice: be patient. It will all pay off in the end.
To me that sounds like hooey. Who wants to hear that when they're in the beginning stages of recovery/change? NOT ME!. However, it's the BEST advice out there. Be patient. Don't push TOO hard, but push hard ENOUGH.
How's that for a little motivation? What are some of your roadblocks?
L
I never use to. I get daily emails from a girl a work with, She's huge into them, so she emails me EVERY morning a copy of my horoscope. It's uncanny how often something in them applies to me.
This morning. I came to work and this is what I was graced with:
Feeling stuck? Turn to others who’ve been stalled at similar roadblocks, but have gotten to the other side. Allow yourself to be inspired by their triumphs over adversity. They say life is 90 percent playing the hand you’re dealt, so don’t quit til’ you’re in the winner’s circle.
HA- Story of my life.
I'm having some roadblocks, and until recently I kept them to myself. Then once I started talking about them, I realized more people are in the same boat as I am.
RoadBlock 1: wrapping my mind around the fact that I'm actually 'post' surgery and can do hard things. TrainerBoy has been having me do lunges, and squats. Something I haven't done in 9 months. We banter back and forth for a few seconds. He has faith in me. I trust him. I do it. AND I rock it. I can do hard things. Pushs ups on a medicine ball. Yikes! Did I think I could do it? No. did I? Heck yes I did. I never in a million years would have done it without him. Getting a trainer was the best thing I've ever done. Getting MY trainer was a fluke. Blessing? Umm yes!
RoadBlock 2: Heavy lifting. I am trying to wrap my head about heavier weight, less reps. I'm not doing much good when I lift easy weight for an average amount of reps.
RoadBlock 3: FOOD. Ha. I just guest blogged on Ash's blog about food. *go check it out if you haven't. www.divorcedand20.blogspot.com If you've started following my blog as a result of finding me on her blog. Thank you, and welcome! I'm trying to look at food as more of a sustainablity thing rather than a pleasure thing. That way eating my plain chicken and green beans every night doesn't get super depressing. Only a little depressing :) So far I'm doing well. I've cut out ALOT of 'faves' over the last two weeks-and I'm still alive. Therefore, I'm doing away with the things that I shouldn't eat. If I don't buy it, I don't eat it! YAY. This is a daily battle. Example: today is some girls birthday. There will be chocolate cake later. I'm not sure I have the will power to resist. If it wasn't there I'd have no problem not craving it. But seeing it. Makes me want it. Damn them.
I've talked with a few people who've gone thru what I'm going thru and are at the point that I want to be at. Their advice: be patient. It will all pay off in the end.
To me that sounds like hooey. Who wants to hear that when they're in the beginning stages of recovery/change? NOT ME!. However, it's the BEST advice out there. Be patient. Don't push TOO hard, but push hard ENOUGH.
How's that for a little motivation? What are some of your roadblocks?
L
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Thank you Doctors.
So while I was off work I watched alot of talk shows.
I watched the Doctors. You know that one with the cute ER doc. Dr Trevor Starke? Yah. Him. I wish we had doctors like him at the hospital I work at.
Good heavens.
So. They were talking about ice packs. Something I was interested in at the time. With my knee I had a cycrocuff. It was ice, and water in this contraption that circulated water around my knee to keep the swelling down. After about two weeks it just got to be a hassle. So I was using the store bought ice packs mom and dad had at home. *My dad had knee surgery last june* so this was all deju vu' for my mom* Well, I went home and didn't have those anymore. I REFUSE to use frozen food to ice my body, and ice in bags just wasn't practical for me.
.So. The doctors on the show, showed me how to make my own homemade ice pack like the ones you buy in the stores.
Two words:
DISH-SOAP!-- yep. Take some dish soap and put it in a zip lock bag(any size) put it in the freezer for however long, and apply to your body. Dish soap doesn't freeze like ice into blocks. It just gets super cold, and the viscosity is thicker. Like slush. It conforms to whatever body part you put it on. I put it on my knee, tensored it and finished up with my chores.
Wonderful.
Hope this was helpful to more than just me!
What are some of your home remedies?
L.
I watched the Doctors. You know that one with the cute ER doc. Dr Trevor Starke? Yah. Him. I wish we had doctors like him at the hospital I work at.
Good heavens.
So. They were talking about ice packs. Something I was interested in at the time. With my knee I had a cycrocuff. It was ice, and water in this contraption that circulated water around my knee to keep the swelling down. After about two weeks it just got to be a hassle. So I was using the store bought ice packs mom and dad had at home. *My dad had knee surgery last june* so this was all deju vu' for my mom* Well, I went home and didn't have those anymore. I REFUSE to use frozen food to ice my body, and ice in bags just wasn't practical for me.
.So. The doctors on the show, showed me how to make my own homemade ice pack like the ones you buy in the stores.
Two words:
DISH-SOAP!-- yep. Take some dish soap and put it in a zip lock bag(any size) put it in the freezer for however long, and apply to your body. Dish soap doesn't freeze like ice into blocks. It just gets super cold, and the viscosity is thicker. Like slush. It conforms to whatever body part you put it on. I put it on my knee, tensored it and finished up with my chores.
Wonderful.
Hope this was helpful to more than just me!
What are some of your home remedies?
L.
Monday, April 11, 2011
A look into my workout.
So I've had to modify my workouts to accomidate my knee. The only thing I've had to modify is my cardio, and a few muscle group specific exercises.
NORMALLY:
My cardio consists of a HIIT(High Intensity Interval Training)
Usually on the treadmill, sometimes on my spin bike when I'm not in a class.
*see below for my modified cardio*
5 min warm up *3.0* Try adding some incline
2 minutes 4.5-4.0 -brisk walk
2 minutes 6.0-7.0 -jog/run
1 minute 9.0 -run
repeat 4 times
Cool down for 5 minutes.
Sometimes I do this twice. Once at the beginning of my workout and once at the end. Depending on what kind of mood I'm in.
I lift with my trainer 3x a week and do a tbw(total body workout)*however, on cardio days I always end up doing a little lifting.
TBW-is where you focus on the whole body in one session *CRAZY* we have to maximize our time, so it's a lot of supersets(back to back sets, with little to no break)
Upper body(3-4 exercises)
Lower body (3-4 exercises)
Core
3 sets
SET ONE:
lowest weight, highest reps(usually 15reps)
SET TWO:
Heavier weights, mid reps(usually 10reps)
SET THREE:
Heaviest weight, low reps(usually 5)
If TrainerBoy is feeling super fiesty he'll make me do it twice.
*sometimes I hate him* But mostly I love him
I like to use the machines for upper body, and a mix of machines/free weights for lower body. Right now I'm doing a lot of squats(with no weights) and *some* lunges. More on that next week
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Over the last 8 months I haven't been able to run so I've been doing a high incline 15% walk @ a 3.0 pace for an hour, and I HIIT on the bike for an hour as well. I try to burn around 1000cals a session with cardio, plus all the extra I burn from lifting weights.
I also started spinning again last week. I'm spinning 2-3x a week for 60 minutes. I'm able to load up on the resistance with no pain. I'm just not able to get off my saddle(seat)
L.
NORMALLY:
My cardio consists of a HIIT(High Intensity Interval Training)
Usually on the treadmill, sometimes on my spin bike when I'm not in a class.
*see below for my modified cardio*
5 min warm up *3.0* Try adding some incline
2 minutes 4.5-4.0 -brisk walk
2 minutes 6.0-7.0 -jog/run
1 minute 9.0 -run
repeat 4 times
Cool down for 5 minutes.
Sometimes I do this twice. Once at the beginning of my workout and once at the end. Depending on what kind of mood I'm in.
I lift with my trainer 3x a week and do a tbw(total body workout)*however, on cardio days I always end up doing a little lifting.
TBW-is where you focus on the whole body in one session *CRAZY* we have to maximize our time, so it's a lot of supersets(back to back sets, with little to no break)
Upper body(3-4 exercises)
Lower body (3-4 exercises)
Core
3 sets
SET ONE:
lowest weight, highest reps(usually 15reps)
SET TWO:
Heavier weights, mid reps(usually 10reps)
SET THREE:
Heaviest weight, low reps(usually 5)
If TrainerBoy is feeling super fiesty he'll make me do it twice.
*sometimes I hate him* But mostly I love him
I like to use the machines for upper body, and a mix of machines/free weights for lower body. Right now I'm doing a lot of squats(with no weights) and *some* lunges. More on that next week
-------------------------------------
Over the last 8 months I haven't been able to run so I've been doing a high incline 15% walk @ a 3.0 pace for an hour, and I HIIT on the bike for an hour as well. I try to burn around 1000cals a session with cardio, plus all the extra I burn from lifting weights.
I also started spinning again last week. I'm spinning 2-3x a week for 60 minutes. I'm able to load up on the resistance with no pain. I'm just not able to get off my saddle(seat)
L.
A day in the life of Lachele!
I've gotten a couple comments(okay one), and had a couple convos with people asking for a better explaination of what a typical workout/meal plan looks like for me.
Here is a sample of my eating plan for a day.
*First off let me start my saying. I'm the type of person who can eat the same thing everyday for a week and not get sick of it. So that's what I do. I waste a lot less food this way* You need to see what works for you, everyone is different.
I eat 6 small meals a day.
When I wake up I drink a cup of water and usually snack on a handful of nuts while getting ready for work.
8:30-9am: 1 protein pancake(1/2c. ground oats, 1/2 egg whites, other random good things I have at the time, nutmeg/cinamon to taste) cooked just like a pancake and 1tbsp of natural peanut butter (295 cals)
10:30-11am: protein shake.(1/3c. orange juice, 1/3c. pinapple juice, 1/3c water, 1scoop of orange burst protein powder) On days where I'm lazy it's just water and protein powder. (165cals)
1-1:30pm: 1.5-2oz lean meat, 2.5c veggies. I usually make a salad because it's quick and easy. I'll add 2c. leafy greens with .5c of diced veggies(peppers, cucumber,zuccini,etc) and 1-2 tbsp newmans vinegrette. *sometimes I'll add sliced almonds and of some cranberries.(250-300cals)
3:30-4pm: protein shake-just like am. (165cals)
7ish:*depending on when I get home from the gym.* 1.5-2oz. lean meat, 2c. steamed veggies. I love green beans and carrots right now so I've been eating tons of those.
(250-300cals)
I usually try not to eat past 6:30-7ish just as a rule of thumb. If I could help it I wouldn't eat after 6 but I'm at the gym during dinner time so what can ya do?
Sometimes I'll throw in a protein bar instead of a shake, just to break things up a little bit! I'll also make wraps, or pitas. I'm trying to cut down on the pasta,bread business. *I use to eat way too much of it* so these are also good alternatives.
What are some clean things you love to eat?
Here is a sample of my eating plan for a day.
*First off let me start my saying. I'm the type of person who can eat the same thing everyday for a week and not get sick of it. So that's what I do. I waste a lot less food this way* You need to see what works for you, everyone is different.
I eat 6 small meals a day.
When I wake up I drink a cup of water and usually snack on a handful of nuts while getting ready for work.
8:30-9am: 1 protein pancake(1/2c. ground oats, 1/2 egg whites, other random good things I have at the time, nutmeg/cinamon to taste) cooked just like a pancake and 1tbsp of natural peanut butter (295 cals)
10:30-11am: protein shake.(1/3c. orange juice, 1/3c. pinapple juice, 1/3c water, 1scoop of orange burst protein powder) On days where I'm lazy it's just water and protein powder. (165cals)
1-1:30pm: 1.5-2oz lean meat, 2.5c veggies. I usually make a salad because it's quick and easy. I'll add 2c. leafy greens with .5c of diced veggies(peppers, cucumber,zuccini,etc) and 1-2 tbsp newmans vinegrette. *sometimes I'll add sliced almonds and of some cranberries.(250-300cals)
3:30-4pm: protein shake-just like am. (165cals)
7ish:*depending on when I get home from the gym.* 1.5-2oz. lean meat, 2c. steamed veggies. I love green beans and carrots right now so I've been eating tons of those.
(250-300cals)
I usually try not to eat past 6:30-7ish just as a rule of thumb. If I could help it I wouldn't eat after 6 but I'm at the gym during dinner time so what can ya do?
Sometimes I'll throw in a protein bar instead of a shake, just to break things up a little bit! I'll also make wraps, or pitas. I'm trying to cut down on the pasta,bread business. *I use to eat way too much of it* so these are also good alternatives.
What are some clean things you love to eat?
FFF-weekend
Fabulous Fun Filled Weekend!
What an awesome weekend! That is the only phrase I can use to describe how I felt about the last 48 hours.
Friday night-Trev's party was a huge SUCCESS. Tons of food, dance party(however, the DJ only played techno-ish music because he thought alot of hiphop was inappropriate.) Oh little 19 year old DJ's just tryin' to impress. We still danced up a storm. I DANCED. It was so fun. It hurt. But I still did it. Jaylene made me.
Saturday- I did a little GTL. In that exact order too. I worked out for quite a long time *and I love telling people that in the last 14 days I've gone to the gym 12 times* Only I would be proud of something like that. ha. I went tanning. Tanning is great. Did a little laundry and then went to a double bday bash for Maya and Jeff. Two super funny people, who are insanely crazy.
Sunday- Fast Sunday is always a little intense in my ward. I have such a random crowd in my ward. They tell stories. Long stories, borderline inappropriate stories. The bishop usually has to get up at the end and save the meeting. This month. Not. so. much. It was awesome. I was asked to say the closing prayer. I said yes. Then remembered that if I sit for long periods of time it takes a while for me to be able to walk after standing up. I spent the whole meeting WORRIED about how dumb I would look if I stood up and had to stand there for a long time before walking. *for those of you just tuning in. I had knee surgery 6 weeks ago* HA. My whole blog is about my knee. Just kidding. Everyone knows. And I'm sure everyone is getting sick of hearing about it. Sorry.
I said I silent prayer. Told Mark to say one for me. He laughed at me. Told me I was worrying for nothing. I asked Heavenly Father to help my knee not to hurt JUST THIS ONCE when I stood up. I apologized for asking for such a trivial thing when there are more important things to be dealt with.
*Closing song was coming to an end. I stood up. Nothing. No pain. No stiffness. Nada.
I cried. Tears of Joy. I couldn't even pray. That is just what I needed. Yesterday. My joy is full.* Since this is my blog I wanted to record this personal experience to remember it in times when I feel alone. Sidenote. I stood up after sunday school and it was back to being painful. Same with relief society. I was taught yesterday that if something is important to me. It is important to him. No matter how trivial it may seem.
I had dinner at a member of the bishoprics house after church. They randomly have small groups of kids over for dinner and visiting. They strategically invite 3 girls and 3 boys in hope that we will fall in love over dinner conversation and get married. ha. I did meet a new boy last night. We'll see if we fall inlove. I'm not holding my breath, so maybe you shouldn't either.
L.
What an awesome weekend! That is the only phrase I can use to describe how I felt about the last 48 hours.
Friday night-Trev's party was a huge SUCCESS. Tons of food, dance party(however, the DJ only played techno-ish music because he thought alot of hiphop was inappropriate.) Oh little 19 year old DJ's just tryin' to impress. We still danced up a storm. I DANCED. It was so fun. It hurt. But I still did it. Jaylene made me.
Saturday- I did a little GTL. In that exact order too. I worked out for quite a long time *and I love telling people that in the last 14 days I've gone to the gym 12 times* Only I would be proud of something like that. ha. I went tanning. Tanning is great. Did a little laundry and then went to a double bday bash for Maya and Jeff. Two super funny people, who are insanely crazy.
Sunday- Fast Sunday is always a little intense in my ward. I have such a random crowd in my ward. They tell stories. Long stories, borderline inappropriate stories. The bishop usually has to get up at the end and save the meeting. This month. Not. so. much. It was awesome. I was asked to say the closing prayer. I said yes. Then remembered that if I sit for long periods of time it takes a while for me to be able to walk after standing up. I spent the whole meeting WORRIED about how dumb I would look if I stood up and had to stand there for a long time before walking. *for those of you just tuning in. I had knee surgery 6 weeks ago* HA. My whole blog is about my knee. Just kidding. Everyone knows. And I'm sure everyone is getting sick of hearing about it. Sorry.
I said I silent prayer. Told Mark to say one for me. He laughed at me. Told me I was worrying for nothing. I asked Heavenly Father to help my knee not to hurt JUST THIS ONCE when I stood up. I apologized for asking for such a trivial thing when there are more important things to be dealt with.
*Closing song was coming to an end. I stood up. Nothing. No pain. No stiffness. Nada.
I cried. Tears of Joy. I couldn't even pray. That is just what I needed. Yesterday. My joy is full.* Since this is my blog I wanted to record this personal experience to remember it in times when I feel alone. Sidenote. I stood up after sunday school and it was back to being painful. Same with relief society. I was taught yesterday that if something is important to me. It is important to him. No matter how trivial it may seem.
I had dinner at a member of the bishoprics house after church. They randomly have small groups of kids over for dinner and visiting. They strategically invite 3 girls and 3 boys in hope that we will fall in love over dinner conversation and get married. ha. I did meet a new boy last night. We'll see if we fall inlove. I'm not holding my breath, so maybe you shouldn't either.
L.
Never eat before bed!
Eating before bed makes you have weird dreams.
It does. Anytime I have a super weird dream- I usually ate something before bed.
Last night before I went to bed I had a chocolate chip banana muffin that I made earlier *ps. I used ground oats and dark chocolate chips. SO GOOD* After that, I brushed my teeth, washed my face, read my scriptures, said my prayers and went night night.
I woke up this morning seriously distrubed.
I had a dream I was an elephant trainer in the circus. I don't even LIKE the circus. Clowns scare me. Scare me big time. When I was little I could never go to the circus because I was terrified of them. My grandma bought my sister and I little clown dolls. I put mine face down in my closet. I don't really think I like elephants either. Not true. actually. I like them. So being an elephant trainer would be cool, I'm sure there's worse things I could be when I grow up. I wonder what kind of work an elephant trainer could get if she didn't work in the circus? I'm going to look into it.
I probably shouldn't quit my day job.
What kind of dreams do you have? Weird? Are they weirder if you eat right before bed?
Let me know!
L.
It does. Anytime I have a super weird dream- I usually ate something before bed.
Last night before I went to bed I had a chocolate chip banana muffin that I made earlier *ps. I used ground oats and dark chocolate chips. SO GOOD* After that, I brushed my teeth, washed my face, read my scriptures, said my prayers and went night night.
I woke up this morning seriously distrubed.
I had a dream I was an elephant trainer in the circus. I don't even LIKE the circus. Clowns scare me. Scare me big time. When I was little I could never go to the circus because I was terrified of them. My grandma bought my sister and I little clown dolls. I put mine face down in my closet. I don't really think I like elephants either. Not true. actually. I like them. So being an elephant trainer would be cool, I'm sure there's worse things I could be when I grow up. I wonder what kind of work an elephant trainer could get if she didn't work in the circus? I'm going to look into it.
I probably shouldn't quit my day job.
What kind of dreams do you have? Weird? Are they weirder if you eat right before bed?
Let me know!
L.
Friday, April 8, 2011
HA.
Let me just clear the air. I didn't write all these previous posts in 10 minutes. I've had them saved up. Saved for the perfect moment to post. Is this the perfect time to post all of these things? I'm not too sure. But I've finally stopped caring about how all the blogging people will feel, and if they will judge me and just posted them all. Please forgive the RANDOM switch of gears in my posting. I promise they won't all be like this forever. Actually, I thought I might make a seperate blog for my workout/progress/nutrition.
Thoughts? Yay or Nay?-- keep it seperate, or keep it together!
P.S Last night after the gym I went to a show with the girls. We went to see my friend Layla's friends band play downtown at Dickens. It was a super shady venue. But, I had alot of fun. The atmosphere was definately something I've never really experienced. That was my first 'intimate' show I've ever been too, most concerts I go to are in HUGE stadiums. We had appies with the band before, and hung out while they played their set, then played with their hermit crabs after. It was a random night. Tonight. It's gym time. Then off to my buddies 24hour birthday party in honor of his 24th birthday. HA. We're seriously going to party for 24 hours. I plan on dancing til the sun goes down tomorrow.
L.
Thoughts? Yay or Nay?-- keep it seperate, or keep it together!
P.S Last night after the gym I went to a show with the girls. We went to see my friend Layla's friends band play downtown at Dickens. It was a super shady venue. But, I had alot of fun. The atmosphere was definately something I've never really experienced. That was my first 'intimate' show I've ever been too, most concerts I go to are in HUGE stadiums. We had appies with the band before, and hung out while they played their set, then played with their hermit crabs after. It was a random night. Tonight. It's gym time. Then off to my buddies 24hour birthday party in honor of his 24th birthday. HA. We're seriously going to party for 24 hours. I plan on dancing til the sun goes down tomorrow.
L.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
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Someone asked me the other day why I loved spinning?
Well.. I never was a runner. I could never run a marathon, or other long distances just for the fun of it. I always admired those that could. I ran playing basketball but that's different.
Spring 2008 when I was done making excuses. I decided I was going to become a runner. Even if it killed me. Which it almost did. Literally. I got a running program off of the internet and started out. By the end of each session I could barely move my legs. My shins hurt. My thighs hurt. My calves were killing me. My feet were going to fall off. *I started getting the hang of running* I read articles on how to be a better runner. I started running more. I started running faster. I started to really love running. The pain was still there. I just worked thru it.
Then. My toe nails started falling off.
Gross.
I kept running. I would CRY while at the gym running. Good thing I sweat because no one knew they were tears.
Then. I tore my ACL, MCL and my medial meniscus. I tried so hard to become a runner. Some people just don't have the runners body. And. I'm one of them. I don't think I'll really be able to run without alot of pain ever again.
So. I'm turned to spinning. Instead of trying to force myself to love something I actually hated!
That. My friends is how I gained a love of spinning. The old Lachele would have used my shin splints as an excuse and gave up all together. I'm grateful that I found something that I loved doing instead.
L.
Well.. I never was a runner. I could never run a marathon, or other long distances just for the fun of it. I always admired those that could. I ran playing basketball but that's different.
Spring 2008 when I was done making excuses. I decided I was going to become a runner. Even if it killed me. Which it almost did. Literally. I got a running program off of the internet and started out. By the end of each session I could barely move my legs. My shins hurt. My thighs hurt. My calves were killing me. My feet were going to fall off. *I started getting the hang of running* I read articles on how to be a better runner. I started running more. I started running faster. I started to really love running. The pain was still there. I just worked thru it.
Then. My toe nails started falling off.
Gross.
I kept running. I would CRY while at the gym running. Good thing I sweat because no one knew they were tears.
Then. I tore my ACL, MCL and my medial meniscus. I tried so hard to become a runner. Some people just don't have the runners body. And. I'm one of them. I don't think I'll really be able to run without alot of pain ever again.
So. I'm turned to spinning. Instead of trying to force myself to love something I actually hated!
That. My friends is how I gained a love of spinning. The old Lachele would have used my shin splints as an excuse and gave up all together. I'm grateful that I found something that I loved doing instead.
L.
Too much of a good thing?
So... I've had several people tell me that I shouldn't be working out as much as I am. I spent the majority of my early evening at the gym. I either go home, or I have plans with other people after. I've said this before. I love being busy.
I never make plans before 7:30-8pm M-F. Because I'm at the gym. Sometimes I'm there for a really long time. Sometimes I'm only there for a long time.
I'm taking advantage of the opportunity I have to go. Making up for lost time if you will. Nothing wrong with that? I don't think so.
I've been eating alot better lately, which gives me more energy. So I keep working out. Nothing wrong with that? I don't think so.
I know I'm 6 weeks post surgery. I get that. I know my limits and have not exceeded them. Do I get sore? Yes! Do I take pain medication? Yes! Do I like the feeling? Yes! Am I doing ANYTHING that will hurt my knee further? No. I'm not. Sometimes you just need to work thru the pain to get a little gain. I can handle the pain, pain is something I have become very familiar with over the last 8 months.
So in answer to many of your questions. No I do not think I have [too] much of a good thing. Do I plan on keeping up this pace for the rest of my life? No. I don't. My end goal like I said is in Dec with my Spin Instructing. I'm working my hardest until then, and then I will re-evaluate.
The old Lachele would have used this pain as an excuse. The new Lachele is using this as a driving tool. Each day it becomes less painful. Each day I can push myself to do more. I'm motivated. I'm going to keep going. When I leave the gym every night and remember I am 6 weeks post surg. I'm so proud of myself.
Am I a little too proud of myself right now? Absolutely NOT! You can never be too proud of your accomplishments. I've learned alot from what I've gone thru, and if I can use it as something to help change my life, or help other's then I will.
I see the prize, and my eye is on it. I won't stop until I've reached it. If I keep up this mentality then the old Lachele will start to come around alot less.
I realize that she will never fully go away. I know that. But I can do my best to make sure she doesn't come around as often! Yesterday, after killing it in my 2nd spin class burning 1009cals did I look in the mirror and think I was chubs? Yep. And I probably will forever no matter how toned I get.
There will always be something that we don't like about ourselves. We {I} need to stop dwelling on that and do something about it.
L.
I never make plans before 7:30-8pm M-F. Because I'm at the gym. Sometimes I'm there for a really long time. Sometimes I'm only there for a long time.
I'm taking advantage of the opportunity I have to go. Making up for lost time if you will. Nothing wrong with that? I don't think so.
I've been eating alot better lately, which gives me more energy. So I keep working out. Nothing wrong with that? I don't think so.
I know I'm 6 weeks post surgery. I get that. I know my limits and have not exceeded them. Do I get sore? Yes! Do I take pain medication? Yes! Do I like the feeling? Yes! Am I doing ANYTHING that will hurt my knee further? No. I'm not. Sometimes you just need to work thru the pain to get a little gain. I can handle the pain, pain is something I have become very familiar with over the last 8 months.
So in answer to many of your questions. No I do not think I have [too] much of a good thing. Do I plan on keeping up this pace for the rest of my life? No. I don't. My end goal like I said is in Dec with my Spin Instructing. I'm working my hardest until then, and then I will re-evaluate.
The old Lachele would have used this pain as an excuse. The new Lachele is using this as a driving tool. Each day it becomes less painful. Each day I can push myself to do more. I'm motivated. I'm going to keep going. When I leave the gym every night and remember I am 6 weeks post surg. I'm so proud of myself.
Am I a little too proud of myself right now? Absolutely NOT! You can never be too proud of your accomplishments. I've learned alot from what I've gone thru, and if I can use it as something to help change my life, or help other's then I will.
I see the prize, and my eye is on it. I won't stop until I've reached it. If I keep up this mentality then the old Lachele will start to come around alot less.
I realize that she will never fully go away. I know that. But I can do my best to make sure she doesn't come around as often! Yesterday, after killing it in my 2nd spin class burning 1009cals did I look in the mirror and think I was chubs? Yep. And I probably will forever no matter how toned I get.
There will always be something that we don't like about ourselves. We {I} need to stop dwelling on that and do something about it.
L.
Train Wreck.
I think that by saying my morning was a train wreck is a complete understatement.
Why?
Well my alarm went off for 52 minutes this morning without me waking up. Subsquently I had 10 minutes to get ready. I was rushed. I had gotten home super late last night, and said I'd make my lunch in the morning. Well. That didn't happen. I grabbed 1c of oats and some frozen berries. That's my breakfast and lunch. 1/2c. for each meal. I refuse to eat at the hospital cafeteria. Gross. So I will just eat what I have in my desk. Random nuts, a granola bar.
This should be a good day.
Oh ya. Yesterday. My alarm went off for 42 minutes before I heard it.
The day before I heard it at 6 and hit snooze twice.
The day before [my first day back] I was awake at 5. Sick.
I can usually predict how my day will go based on how I wake up. If I get up when my alarm goes off, and have the time to do the 'normal' morning duties I can usually tell it's going to be a good day. If I'm rushed. It's usually a chaotic day.
Today. Total. Chaos.
But do I love it? You betcha. I'm happy to be back at work. I'm happy to have to set an alarm to wake up-whether I wake up to it or not. I'm happy that my knee hasn't given me [too] much of a hard time. I went from 0% activity to 110%.
I can't remember if I put new gym clothes in my gym bag before I left my house this morning. Oh boy.
L.
Why?
Well my alarm went off for 52 minutes this morning without me waking up. Subsquently I had 10 minutes to get ready. I was rushed. I had gotten home super late last night, and said I'd make my lunch in the morning. Well. That didn't happen. I grabbed 1c of oats and some frozen berries. That's my breakfast and lunch. 1/2c. for each meal. I refuse to eat at the hospital cafeteria. Gross. So I will just eat what I have in my desk. Random nuts, a granola bar.
This should be a good day.
Oh ya. Yesterday. My alarm went off for 42 minutes before I heard it.
The day before I heard it at 6 and hit snooze twice.
The day before [my first day back] I was awake at 5. Sick.
I can usually predict how my day will go based on how I wake up. If I get up when my alarm goes off, and have the time to do the 'normal' morning duties I can usually tell it's going to be a good day. If I'm rushed. It's usually a chaotic day.
Today. Total. Chaos.
But do I love it? You betcha. I'm happy to be back at work. I'm happy to have to set an alarm to wake up-whether I wake up to it or not. I'm happy that my knee hasn't given me [too] much of a hard time. I went from 0% activity to 110%.
I can't remember if I put new gym clothes in my gym bag before I left my house this morning. Oh boy.
L.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
The Old Me vs. The New Me.
Right after highschool I got into a car accident. I used that as an excuse. I stopped going to the gym. I hated physio. I didn't do any of it. I started eating like crap, I got depressed. It was bad.
I used that excuse for a long time. My shoulder hurts, my hip hurts. EXCUSES
I stopped using it. Started hitting the gym. Started eating super clean.
Then. I tore everything in my knee.. FML.
I was bound and determined never to use an injury as an excuse ever again. I didn't. I took the mininum required time off after both times of wrecking it, and was in the gym as soon as I could. Knee brace and all. I modified my work outs to suit my knee.
I worked out right up until TWELVE hours before my surgery. And. I'm proud to say that I was back in the gym FIVE weeks post op and have gone 7 out of the last 8 days I've been back in the city.
This is where I catch a glimpse of the new Lachele. She's in there. She's motivated. She's determined to get past this, She's not using this as a road block.
The biggest compliment ever came last night from my trainer. He told me he was super impressed with my determination to get better. To become better. He said I'm more dilligent than his other clients who have two good knees. He said I've barely skipped a beat over the last 5 weeks. That felt good.
I'm proud of the fact that people have come up to me at the gym. Telling me that if I can come in with a knee brace, or 5 weeks post op that they have no reason not to come in. I love that I've motivated people to be a little better. It motivates me.
Welp. There you have it. Another personal post.
Now you're finally getting to know the in's and outs of me.
Let the flood gates open.
L
I used that excuse for a long time. My shoulder hurts, my hip hurts. EXCUSES
I stopped using it. Started hitting the gym. Started eating super clean.
Then. I tore everything in my knee.. FML.
I was bound and determined never to use an injury as an excuse ever again. I didn't. I took the mininum required time off after both times of wrecking it, and was in the gym as soon as I could. Knee brace and all. I modified my work outs to suit my knee.
I worked out right up until TWELVE hours before my surgery. And. I'm proud to say that I was back in the gym FIVE weeks post op and have gone 7 out of the last 8 days I've been back in the city.
This is where I catch a glimpse of the new Lachele. She's in there. She's motivated. She's determined to get past this, She's not using this as a road block.
The biggest compliment ever came last night from my trainer. He told me he was super impressed with my determination to get better. To become better. He said I'm more dilligent than his other clients who have two good knees. He said I've barely skipped a beat over the last 5 weeks. That felt good.
I'm proud of the fact that people have come up to me at the gym. Telling me that if I can come in with a knee brace, or 5 weeks post op that they have no reason not to come in. I love that I've motivated people to be a little better. It motivates me.
Welp. There you have it. Another personal post.
Now you're finally getting to know the in's and outs of me.
Let the flood gates open.
L
My Goals.
So in prepping for more on fitness, and nutrition I thought I'd just give ya'll a little sneak peak into what I've got planned for myself in the up coming months.
I think that everyone needs a little goal to work towards. A deadline if you will. I know I work better under pressure. I don't slack as much and I work my hardest.
So. Realistically for me. The soonest I'd be able to make some sort of fitness goal and carry it out would be late fall, early winter of this year. I have to be a good 6-9 months post op before I do anything super crazy *I'm 6 weeks post op right now* I can't believe it's been 6 weeks already. Which means. I'm officially stating that I'm taking the summer off of football. It really pains me to say it. But it's what's best. My team is pretty sad. It feels final now that I've posted it to the blogging world. I'm not sure how I feel about that.
Okay, So goal 1.
I'm going to become a Spin Instructor. It's no secret I love spinning. So I'm going to take a course to become a spin instructor at the beginning of December. 2 days in either Burbank Cali, Toronto Ont, or Orem Ut. Where I decide to go will depend largely on who wants to go on a roadtrip with me at the time.
Goal 2.
I want to start reffing highschool basketball again. It was a nice little workout, and I get paid to do it.
*Notice how both of these goals I get paid to workout. That's a pretty rad deal to me*
I have some major setbacks/things I need to overcome:
1.Will anyone want to take a spin class from me? I guess no one better than a reformed chubby girl right? Atleast they know the work out will work.
2.Will I be in good enough shape by then to commit to paying for the course and actually following thru with it.
3.Will I feel confident enough with myself/my body to want to spin infront of a class. Will the chubby Lachele go away, and let the confident skinny Lachele thrive?
If I were to answer any of these questions I'd answer no to all of them.
Sometimes I find myself still trapped in my chubby mind. I forget that, that's not the case anymore. That's not me anymore. I'm alot stronger. I'm more dedicated. I'm more motivated. It was easier to pretend that I didn't want those things, rather than trying for them and failing. That was the old me. Not the new me. However, there are days where i'm a fence sitter. One minute I'm the old me, the next I'm the new me.
The old me never would have wanted to become a spin instructor.
In highschool I was really confident, I played basketball, I had tons of friends, I was thin. That was the Old Old Me, I want to go back to that.
Then. College hit. I gained the freshman 35. And went up from there. Gross.
I was treated differently by friends, boys and co workers. That was the old me. I'm trying to get away from the Old Me.
There's nothing more debilitating that going from being treated one way because you look a certain way, and getting treated the complete polar opposite because you gain a few pounds.
Right now I'm trapped as chubby Lachele. The funny thing is, is hasn't been around nearly as long as the confident, highschool Lachele. Oh how I miss Old Old Me. Unfortnuately she's gone, Old me still lingers, and I'm really trying for the new me.
Can I do it? Let's hope so.
L.
I think that everyone needs a little goal to work towards. A deadline if you will. I know I work better under pressure. I don't slack as much and I work my hardest.
So. Realistically for me. The soonest I'd be able to make some sort of fitness goal and carry it out would be late fall, early winter of this year. I have to be a good 6-9 months post op before I do anything super crazy *I'm 6 weeks post op right now* I can't believe it's been 6 weeks already. Which means. I'm officially stating that I'm taking the summer off of football. It really pains me to say it. But it's what's best. My team is pretty sad. It feels final now that I've posted it to the blogging world. I'm not sure how I feel about that.
Okay, So goal 1.
I'm going to become a Spin Instructor. It's no secret I love spinning. So I'm going to take a course to become a spin instructor at the beginning of December. 2 days in either Burbank Cali, Toronto Ont, or Orem Ut. Where I decide to go will depend largely on who wants to go on a roadtrip with me at the time.
Goal 2.
I want to start reffing highschool basketball again. It was a nice little workout, and I get paid to do it.
*Notice how both of these goals I get paid to workout. That's a pretty rad deal to me*
I have some major setbacks/things I need to overcome:
1.Will anyone want to take a spin class from me? I guess no one better than a reformed chubby girl right? Atleast they know the work out will work.
2.Will I be in good enough shape by then to commit to paying for the course and actually following thru with it.
3.Will I feel confident enough with myself/my body to want to spin infront of a class. Will the chubby Lachele go away, and let the confident skinny Lachele thrive?
If I were to answer any of these questions I'd answer no to all of them.
Sometimes I find myself still trapped in my chubby mind. I forget that, that's not the case anymore. That's not me anymore. I'm alot stronger. I'm more dedicated. I'm more motivated. It was easier to pretend that I didn't want those things, rather than trying for them and failing. That was the old me. Not the new me. However, there are days where i'm a fence sitter. One minute I'm the old me, the next I'm the new me.
The old me never would have wanted to become a spin instructor.
In highschool I was really confident, I played basketball, I had tons of friends, I was thin. That was the Old Old Me, I want to go back to that.
Then. College hit. I gained the freshman 35. And went up from there. Gross.
I was treated differently by friends, boys and co workers. That was the old me. I'm trying to get away from the Old Me.
There's nothing more debilitating that going from being treated one way because you look a certain way, and getting treated the complete polar opposite because you gain a few pounds.
Right now I'm trapped as chubby Lachele. The funny thing is, is hasn't been around nearly as long as the confident, highschool Lachele. Oh how I miss Old Old Me. Unfortnuately she's gone, Old me still lingers, and I'm really trying for the new me.
Can I do it? Let's hope so.
L.
Guest Blogger!
So my good friend Ash(the girlie who re did my blog) has asked me to be a guest blogger on her blog. I'm really excited for the opportinuity. You can find her at www.divorcedand20.blogspot.com
I just finished my double post feature for her today. I'm really excited for her to post it NEXT Tuesday. So go follow her blog and read all about Fitness and Nutrition from moi. From now I will be blogging alot more about my own fitness and nutrition. What works for me, what doesn't. I'd appreciate some feedback about what has worked for you and what hasn't.
Follow her. She's awesome. Because well...she's friends with me!
L.
I just finished my double post feature for her today. I'm really excited for her to post it NEXT Tuesday. So go follow her blog and read all about Fitness and Nutrition from moi. From now I will be blogging alot more about my own fitness and nutrition. What works for me, what doesn't. I'd appreciate some feedback about what has worked for you and what hasn't.
Follow her. She's awesome. Because well...she's friends with me!
L.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
General Conference
can be viewed at www.lds.org.
My Stake President encouraged us to ask for personal revelation when going into meetings at our last stake conference in Jan. That's what I've been doing.
Today I went into the first session(which was amazing-Canada is getting another TEMPLE) with a few things weighing on my shoulders. Some things that I needed answers to, and somethings that I could just use a little comfort in dealing with for the next little while(is 20 months considered a little while?)
I took notes, as I do in most meetings, and I **'ed the things that were revelation. While cooking lunch I was counting how many **'s there were. In that 2 hour session alone I had 6 of them. Six pieces of revelation specifically for me.
I feel better.
My favorite talk(if you're allowed to have a fave) was the talk on Pain by Elder Richards. I already can't wait for the conference ensign to come out and we're not even into the second session yet.
My fave Quote: " Nothing you do will bring him back, anything you do will make it worse." -- It doesn't really make sense in any sort of context to the naked eye. But it speaks volumns to me. It's what I needed today. Sometimes you just need to do nothing. Stop being pushy. Wait it out.
What was your fave talk?
L.
My Stake President encouraged us to ask for personal revelation when going into meetings at our last stake conference in Jan. That's what I've been doing.
Today I went into the first session(which was amazing-Canada is getting another TEMPLE) with a few things weighing on my shoulders. Some things that I needed answers to, and somethings that I could just use a little comfort in dealing with for the next little while(is 20 months considered a little while?)
I took notes, as I do in most meetings, and I **'ed the things that were revelation. While cooking lunch I was counting how many **'s there were. In that 2 hour session alone I had 6 of them. Six pieces of revelation specifically for me.
I feel better.
My favorite talk(if you're allowed to have a fave) was the talk on Pain by Elder Richards. I already can't wait for the conference ensign to come out and we're not even into the second session yet.
My fave Quote: " Nothing you do will bring him back, anything you do will make it worse." -- It doesn't really make sense in any sort of context to the naked eye. But it speaks volumns to me. It's what I needed today. Sometimes you just need to do nothing. Stop being pushy. Wait it out.
What was your fave talk?
L.
Friday, April 1, 2011
lowering my carbon footprint
I realized I really don't like microwaves(on the whole kick about things giving you cancer). Or processed food. When I was at home there was a lesson in relief society about self suffiency. We were talking about the kinds of food we buy, etc. Down there everyone lives in farms, or have huge gardens(like my mom) so they grow everything. I can't do that up here in the city it's not practical. My bedroom is bigger than my backyard, and we have damn jackrabbits that eat our flowers, could you imagine if I planted a garden? I'd just be feeding the neighbourhood hoodlums. So, when I got back I looked up how close our local farmers market was(it's seriously just down the street) so I'm going to support local growers and buy my produce from there. *I'm improvising since I can't exactly be self suffient-I don't have chickens/cows to slaughter or a garden* I'm going to let locals be self suffient for me. Ha, this sounded better in my head. But you get it.
This summer I'm going to buy all my produce and meat from the farmers market. I'm kind of excited. It's suppose to be way cheaper... WOOHOOO for all the bulk green beans I can get my little hands on!
I've been looking into redecorating my room. Getting a few new pieces, and getting rid of a couple. The furniture in my room isn't the best(I'll admit, some of it is from Ikea-that's not really lowering my carbon footprint now is it. Whoops.) anyways. I've been looking online, and at garage sales for a new tv stand-ish thing, and a new dresser..mine's a little small--however, it would be just right if I stopped shopping/got rid of a bunch of things. So I think I'm just going to sand it down, repaint it and put some new knobs on it. *good as new* I'm also going to make my own headboard.
*those who know me, know that this little task that seems like it'd only take a weekend, will probably take me all summer. 1. I get ADD and side tracked alot 2. Anything that is suppose to take a short amount of time, always ends up taking forever with me because I screw up so many times!
Wish me luck.
How are you going to reduce your carbon footprint on this earth?
xo.
L.
This summer I'm going to buy all my produce and meat from the farmers market. I'm kind of excited. It's suppose to be way cheaper... WOOHOOO for all the bulk green beans I can get my little hands on!
I've been looking into redecorating my room. Getting a few new pieces, and getting rid of a couple. The furniture in my room isn't the best(I'll admit, some of it is from Ikea-that's not really lowering my carbon footprint now is it. Whoops.) anyways. I've been looking online, and at garage sales for a new tv stand-ish thing, and a new dresser..mine's a little small--however, it would be just right if I stopped shopping/got rid of a bunch of things. So I think I'm just going to sand it down, repaint it and put some new knobs on it. *good as new* I'm also going to make my own headboard.
*those who know me, know that this little task that seems like it'd only take a weekend, will probably take me all summer. 1. I get ADD and side tracked alot 2. Anything that is suppose to take a short amount of time, always ends up taking forever with me because I screw up so many times!
Wish me luck.
How are you going to reduce your carbon footprint on this earth?
xo.
L.
Ironic....
Okay.
I love tanning. I tan very well. I look way better tan.
My mom loves tanning. She tans well. She looks good tan.
It's in my genes.
I love it when people tell me that I'm going to get cancer from tanning.
FACT: you don't get cancer from tanning. You get cancer from burning(I don't burn)
P.S these people who tell me I'm going to die from tanning are alcoholics(for the most part) so my reply? At least I won't get liver disease and my kidneys still love me.
If you want to get into a debate with me about this. Let's brawl. Or, maybe let's start a list of the things that won't give us cancer...that list is probably shorter, than the list of things that do give us cancer(or alleged things that will)
So why do some people 'look down/give a hard time to' people who tan? Yet no one gives people who binge drink a hard time for killing their kidneys and liver? hmmm....
xo.
L.
I love tanning. I tan very well. I look way better tan.
My mom loves tanning. She tans well. She looks good tan.
It's in my genes.
I love it when people tell me that I'm going to get cancer from tanning.
FACT: you don't get cancer from tanning. You get cancer from burning(I don't burn)
P.S these people who tell me I'm going to die from tanning are alcoholics(for the most part) so my reply? At least I won't get liver disease and my kidneys still love me.
If you want to get into a debate with me about this. Let's brawl. Or, maybe let's start a list of the things that won't give us cancer...that list is probably shorter, than the list of things that do give us cancer(or alleged things that will)
So why do some people 'look down/give a hard time to' people who tan? Yet no one gives people who binge drink a hard time for killing their kidneys and liver? hmmm....
xo.
L.
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