that it is easy to spend 1.5 hours in the gym when you set the TV to "I Used to Be Fat" on MTV. Watching people try to lose 100 pounds is quite motivating!
Also, I feel that it is impossible to NOT be awkward with people in the gym. Either you don't talk at all, which is weird, in such a confined space, or you talk and then they KEEP TALKING while you are sweating and heavy breathing. Also quite awkward. I might just go back to ignoring people.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Crazy Man
Today I walked:
3.1 miles (no incline) on the treadmill.
Today I observed:
The crazy men who live in my complex and are OBSESSED with weightlifting. Can I just say, it's super awkward to find yourself alone in a room with a man who is GRUNTING LOUDLY and swearing at a MACHINE. If you can't do it without giving yourself a hernia, it seems like maybe you should lower the weights a bit, no? I mean, it doesn't LOOK healthy....
To top it off, I said goodbye (just out of politeness - he had until then failed to even make eye contact) and his voice came out all high-pitched and friendly "TAKE CARE!" (::squeak::). Odd. Very odd.
3.1 miles (no incline) on the treadmill.
Today I observed:
The crazy men who live in my complex and are OBSESSED with weightlifting. Can I just say, it's super awkward to find yourself alone in a room with a man who is GRUNTING LOUDLY and swearing at a MACHINE. If you can't do it without giving yourself a hernia, it seems like maybe you should lower the weights a bit, no? I mean, it doesn't LOOK healthy....
To top it off, I said goodbye (just out of politeness - he had until then failed to even make eye contact) and his voice came out all high-pitched and friendly "TAKE CARE!" (::squeak::). Odd. Very odd.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Half Marathon Training!
I haven't totally abandoned my blog! Well, ok, I suppose I have, for a bit. It's been a crazy year. But now I'm training to walk a half marathon with my friend Kitty! I am very excited! I decided to use my blog as a journal of my training, which officially starts MONDAY! I'm going to follow this plan:
(Credit: marathonwalking.com)
Today's goals:
1) New trainers (Yes, I realize I'm using a German anglicism to refer to sneakers, but I can't help it - it makes me smile!)
2) A nice big mellow walk in the SNOW! Woohoo!
3) Drink lots of water.
(Credit: marathonwalking.com)
Today's goals:
1) New trainers (Yes, I realize I'm using a German anglicism to refer to sneakers, but I can't help it - it makes me smile!)
2) A nice big mellow walk in the SNOW! Woohoo!
3) Drink lots of water.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
I always thought I should start a t-shirt business... (warning - this post might be rude?)
So my friend T and I were SO convinced when we were in high school that we had the BEST ideas for t-shirts and that we would someday become wealthy by selling our highly ironic t-shirts. Our favorite (only?) idea was one that said "Quebec...quois?" It was supposed to be an impression of a snooty French person turning up their nose at Quebecois. Yeah. Not as funny as I remember.
Anyway, I have come up with a new one:
Lupus is like a drunk bastard who carries a big stick.
This is because lupus a) stinks, b) is very unpredictable and c) is wont to hit you over the head and cause you great distress. Just like a stinky drunk bastard might do if wandering the streets carrying a big stick! "Whomp whomp whomp"
Post-edit: T says I should send my immune system to the Betty Ford clinic. Ah, he can still make me laugh!
Anyway, I have come up with a new one:
Lupus is like a drunk bastard who carries a big stick.
This is because lupus a) stinks, b) is very unpredictable and c) is wont to hit you over the head and cause you great distress. Just like a stinky drunk bastard might do if wandering the streets carrying a big stick! "Whomp whomp whomp"
Post-edit: T says I should send my immune system to the Betty Ford clinic. Ah, he can still make me laugh!
Monday, July 5, 2010
Meow. (In defense of cats)
I think that having a cat is a little bit like having a baby. Now, I'm not actually comparing raising a cat to raising a human being. That would be like comparing building a bookend with building Grand Central Station. Obviously it's not the same. But consider the following parallels:
a) Cuteness: Both cats and children are very cute. And their cuteness is in an inverse relationship to their age. Now, I love both children and cats of all ages, and thus think they are pretty much all cute, at all times (except when they puke). But even the most cynical cat/child-despising person will probably admit that there is something undeniably adorable about newborn babies and teeny kittens.
b) Warmth. Try this experiment: next time you are cold, find a baby (or a cat), and hold it (preferably a full on snuggle). Now, are you still cold? Then you must have a heart of stone.
c) Poop Duty: I don't really need to explain this one, beyond this observation: were it not for (a) and (b), our willingness to perform (c) would be greatly diminished for both children and cats.
d) Inexplicable Need To Follow You From Room To Room (Which Can Be Aggravating, But Secretly Makes You Feel Special): Obviously I don't have children, but I can imagine that the little "Aw, I'm her favorite Humanoid, because she follows me everywhere! (Or because I feed her, but let's pretend it's because she loves me!" feeling I get from my cat is exponentially greater for parents of humans, even when the creature following them around is dripping snot/salsa/playdough, etc. on their expensive duvet cover.
Anyway, all of this is a long way to say, I love my cat. And just as I do not judge all of you mothers by the Kate Gosselins and Nadya Sulemans of the world, please do not judge me by the 99 cat cat ladies of the world. Some of us are just normal people, who happen to love their furry little bookends.
a) Cuteness: Both cats and children are very cute. And their cuteness is in an inverse relationship to their age. Now, I love both children and cats of all ages, and thus think they are pretty much all cute, at all times (except when they puke). But even the most cynical cat/child-despising person will probably admit that there is something undeniably adorable about newborn babies and teeny kittens.
b) Warmth. Try this experiment: next time you are cold, find a baby (or a cat), and hold it (preferably a full on snuggle). Now, are you still cold? Then you must have a heart of stone.
c) Poop Duty: I don't really need to explain this one, beyond this observation: were it not for (a) and (b), our willingness to perform (c) would be greatly diminished for both children and cats.
d) Inexplicable Need To Follow You From Room To Room (Which Can Be Aggravating, But Secretly Makes You Feel Special): Obviously I don't have children, but I can imagine that the little "Aw, I'm her favorite Humanoid, because she follows me everywhere! (Or because I feed her, but let's pretend it's because she loves me!" feeling I get from my cat is exponentially greater for parents of humans, even when the creature following them around is dripping snot/salsa/playdough, etc. on their expensive duvet cover.
Anyway, all of this is a long way to say, I love my cat. And just as I do not judge all of you mothers by the Kate Gosselins and Nadya Sulemans of the world, please do not judge me by the 99 cat cat ladies of the world. Some of us are just normal people, who happen to love their furry little bookends.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Behemoth Blog
So, in a lovely internet kawinkydink (that's what we call them in our family - coincidences are for normal people), I was reminded of the existence of my blog here (ok, I hadn't forgotten it, but you can see I've painfully ignored it for months). I proceeded to read my archives in a vain attempt to determine if I should share it with someone I just 'met.' It made me self-conscious, but in reading the archives, I decided, I kind of like me. Once in a while, I was even kind of funny! And I still like the same recipes. So, this is all good news. But the bad news is I've kind of abandoned it, over and over, for other more pressing matters, such as finals, and illness, and American Idol. (But read the sidebar, I WARNED y'all about that last one!)
Anyway, so I'm trying to figure out what to do with it. I think next on the list of "things not to blog about" after "what you had for lunch" is "your blog." So this blog will likely bore you to death, if you're even still reading. But since nobody is reading, it's safe for me to self-indulgently muse about the future of my blog, right?
Options:
1 - Fizzle. Allow it to die a slow death, a la my old blog (which despite googling, I cannot for the life of me find again!)
2 - Shift Gears - There is mucho stuff going on in my life, about which it might be interesting to blog, but I'm not sure it's all meant for internet consumption. Jobs and health are two things I am wary of sharing online (for intersecting reasons, interestingly!). Even though I think this blog is pretty anonymous, I know I'm no match for The Google, and I do like to keep my private life private (with copious insinuations to cheating ex boyfriends, who I'd be happy to name if it wouldn't out me, too). So I could turn this into a blog about those things, but I don't think I'm ready to yet!
3 - FOOD BLOG. I probably don't need to explain this one to those who know me, but I love to cook and bake and make delicious food. I also love reading food blogs. Perhaps I should combine the two! I even love to take pictures of my food as I make it, for which people often mock me. Just this evening I made a batch hummus (for the first time ever - MMMMMM), and I lamented my lack of camera and tahini-covered hands. (How do people blog while cooking without getting food all over their cameras?)
4 - Just keep blogging at random moments when I feel so moved. My blog kind of feels like Quaker meeting right now. A really inactive but secretly feisty, liberal, baking fiend Quaker meeting. Mostly silence, with bouts of inspired singing and preaching. (I preach, I know it, no need to point it out.)
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Love, Me
Anyway, so I'm trying to figure out what to do with it. I think next on the list of "things not to blog about" after "what you had for lunch" is "your blog." So this blog will likely bore you to death, if you're even still reading. But since nobody is reading, it's safe for me to self-indulgently muse about the future of my blog, right?
Options:
1 - Fizzle. Allow it to die a slow death, a la my old blog (which despite googling, I cannot for the life of me find again!)
2 - Shift Gears - There is mucho stuff going on in my life, about which it might be interesting to blog, but I'm not sure it's all meant for internet consumption. Jobs and health are two things I am wary of sharing online (for intersecting reasons, interestingly!). Even though I think this blog is pretty anonymous, I know I'm no match for The Google, and I do like to keep my private life private (with copious insinuations to cheating ex boyfriends, who I'd be happy to name if it wouldn't out me, too). So I could turn this into a blog about those things, but I don't think I'm ready to yet!
3 - FOOD BLOG. I probably don't need to explain this one to those who know me, but I love to cook and bake and make delicious food. I also love reading food blogs. Perhaps I should combine the two! I even love to take pictures of my food as I make it, for which people often mock me. Just this evening I made a batch hummus (for the first time ever - MMMMMM), and I lamented my lack of camera and tahini-covered hands. (How do people blog while cooking without getting food all over their cameras?)
4 - Just keep blogging at random moments when I feel so moved. My blog kind of feels like Quaker meeting right now. A really inactive but secretly feisty, liberal, baking fiend Quaker meeting. Mostly silence, with bouts of inspired singing and preaching. (I preach, I know it, no need to point it out.)
Votes?
Love, Me
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