Archive for January, 2009

Working it Out

Sunday, January 25th, 2009

work it out weekends header and awesome concept created by wishcake

On January 3rd, Wishcake introduced her new “work it out weekends,” and I thought What a great idea! I need to get my body moving after the holidays, and this sedentary lifestyle I’ve been living is just not for me. I had ideas of grand proportion: working out at the gym everyday, getting tan, doing yoga in the mornings. I think there was even wheat-grass somewhere in that equation too. Really in my head, I’m one healthy person. But then life just gets in the way. My weeknights got busy. I was working late, and by the time I’d get home from work, I was exhausted enough. There was no way I felt like working out. I was pretty frustrated, in myself and just everything. This was not how I wanted to start off this new year. I was always full of excuses: the gym is too far away; it’s raining; I just ate; I have a headache; I’m tired; I have work to do tonight; I got home too late; Brodie is lonely. Really I can think of an excuse for anything.

Then Le Petite Chic and Sarah Marie P were all a-twitter about this 30 day Shred, so I thought I’d give it a try. I’ve already unlocked everything on the wii fit. And if I wasn’t going to get my booty to the gym I needed something to get my heart pumping. Well today I tried it. Oh my gosh! Intense! It’s like the bootcamp I did almost exactly a year ago but in my living room (and not at five in the morning, which I appreciate). I won’t lie, I thought I was going to die right there in my living room, but then before I knew it I was almost done!

I have a feeling this is my second start at the new year. It’s still January, so I think I can have a redo. Right? I mean, have I passed the point of no return into a year full of pizza and beer, where my only exercise is using the remote as a hand weight? No I don’t think so. I will have a date with Jillian Michaels once a day no matter what is going on. Today I realized that I make my priorities. I may have work that I have to do (today in fact, bleh), but that does not mean I don’t get to take thirty minutes for myself to stay healthy. I usually hate to put pressures on myself because I feel like I already have enough in my life. But this week I’ve realized that making my own priorities isn’t putting pressure on myself, it’s making sure that with the extra time I have I’m doing the things that I enjoy, that I want to do, that I would hate to regret not doing.

I was trying to think of a way to subtly (or not so subtly) remind myself to work out. And then I realized that sometimes it’s just a matter of putting it right in front of your face.

The note to myself on my bulletin board in the bedroom. Yes I call myself Sexy, doesn’t everyone?

So here’s to my “new” new year. My redo. How is your new year going? Are you doing better at working out than I am?

Working Late

Friday, January 23rd, 2009

How do you survive the week when the world looks like this when you are driving home from work at night?

What Downtown San Jose looks like from the freeway late at night

Well it definitely helps when you have an awesome husband who cooks dinner and helps out when you are working late. When I said that my husband has been such a huge help this past year, I was not kidding.

So this week when I came home and he looked like this in the kitchen, I just had to take a picture.

He’s a pro, what can I say?

How have your weeks been going? All I know is I’m exhausted and am so ready for this weekend.

A little insane, I know.

Monday, January 19th, 2009

Yesterday I cleaned behind our oven.

Even writing it I still feel like quite a freak. Though I do have this odd sense of satisfaction knowing that a layer (or five) of grease, grime, and dust no longer coats the cabinets and floor behind the oven. I had been thinking (obsessing) over this for quite a while. I had wanted to strip and rewax our sad dingy linoleum floors for a while. But I could never bring myself to do it without first addressing the disaster behind our oven. I knew it was there; every time I would cook I could see the nastiness peek out at me from the little crack between the oven and the cabinet. Then there was the day I dropped one of our knives down that crack. But I didn’t dare try to get it. That would have opened up the whole mess that I really just wanted to put off forever until we moved out of this place and could just leave it behind.

Yesterday, first I decided to mop. Then, as I was filling up our bucket, I just went for it. I threw caution and sanity to the wind. I pulled the oven out and OH MY GOODNESS. Really. SO gross. It clearly had not been cleaned between us and the last tenants. And how did I know? The previous tenant’s cat’s mice toys under the oven. Which scared the living hell out of me. The very reason why I do not give those stupid things to our cat. Those little black eyes. Ugh. Then I felt this evil laughter that had to be coming from this ghost cat because I realized I had fallen for that before! When we first moved in, there was one strategically peeking out under the fridge. So one night I dropped something, went to pick it up, and caught a glimpse of this mouse. Then I spent about ten minutes mustering up the courage to look again only to find that it was a cat toy. Sigh. I think I’ve found the last of the toy mice that are hidden in our house. It’s only taken two years.

But after all the trouble, I did it. I cleaned behind the oven. My husband walked in on the disaster of our kitchen and gave me that look. The “Oh my, my wife is officially nuts. I wonder how much paperwork is actually involved in a divorce if they are mentally insane.” But now I can relax because it is clean.

Now I just have behind the laundry machines to obsess over.

I know this may be a long shot, but am I totally alone here? What are your crazy cleaning habits?

My child is old enough to legally drink

Sunday, January 18th, 2009

in dog years.. Today is Brodie’s birthday! The website I use to help me remember to give the dogs their monthly heartworm medicine sent me an email today letting me know that today was Brodie’s birthday.. Gosh how nice, but come on! What horrible mother wouldn’t know it was her dog’s birthday?!

Yeah that would be me.

So what a nice surprise, and I gave Brodie extra hugs today.

Just for you, a picture of puppy Brodie. I decided to transfer over all my old pictures from the mac to our laptop, and I got all nostalgic looking at his puppy pictures. Seriously he was so adorable with his huge nose and head compared to his tiny puppy body.

Gosh he was the cutest little puppy..