Today it is absolutely beautiful outside. Actually, it isn't 68 to 72 degrees, but to be January and living in Utah, I consider the high 40s to be absolutely beautiful. When I walked outside to bring my 4 year-old son to school, I realized how nice it was. It was too late to walk to school with him, so we drove. On the way there, I asked him if he wanted to walk home from school this afternoon. He said yes. Then he remembered how cold his hands got the last day of school before Christmas, and decided that he didn't want to walk. I told him that he wouldn't get that cold, there isn't even snow on the ground. He then decided that he did want to walk.
I got the baby dressed appropriately for a walk, I put her in the baby carrier (I need a new one), filled up my Brita water bottle which has a filter and off we went. It took about 10 minutes to get there. I got my 4 year-old and my 7 year-old. My 7 year-old told me that my 8 year-old already started walking home. We then started our trek back to the apartment. It was a nice walk with the children. I told them that if tomorrow was as nice, we would be walking again. I don't see any reason to use gas money if I can walk and not worry about falling on ice. When we arrived home, my 8 year-old was already here. We decided where we would be meeting tomorrow.
While we walked home we got to talk. It is nice to have time to spend just talking with the children about nothing in particular, just shooting the breeze. My 7 year-old daughter shared some raisins with my 4 year-old son while we walked home. I thought that was nice of her. She offered to share, he didn't even have to ask. It is times like that which make me smile.
Last night, my husband, kids (except for my baby), and I went to the gym. I did the treadmill and elliptical machine while I watched the first half of The Biggest Loser. My sister likes to watch NCIS which is at the same time. My children ran around in there. Before we went to the gym, I had gone for a 1.47 mi run. I figure if I am going to be getting back into shape, I should get serious about it. I have finished my 212 wall push-ups for the day, today. I am honored to be doing them. I am thankful for painkillers too! I knew that I would be sore, but this morning I could barely move. I will continue to push through the pain for this cause.
My 4 year-old is currently protesting needing to help clean the house. My older two children are doing it willingly. It is nice to have them cooperating.
I am going to start dinner... we are having shrimp fried rice with salad. We were going to have baked chicken with couscous and salad. The chicken isn't completely thawed yet. That will be tomorrow's meal.
What did you do today? What are your dinner plans? I can always use suggestions!
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Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Spiderman and a Push-Up Update
Today was my children's first day back at school. They got up on time and got out the door in plenty of time to get there. I was worried about that, since they had been staying up way too late recently and sleeping past their usual time to wake up. Last night, they were sent to bed at 8:30 pm. They got to stay there until they went to sleep. It was a little while, but it worked.
After I picked my children up from school, my 4 year-old informed me that he watched "Spiderman." He watched it about a week ago. Today is the day that he wanted to talk about the movie. He told me that the boy got bit by a spider. He then told me that Spiderman could shoot things from his hand. My son then told me that Spiderman turned into a superhero when he got bit.
I explained to him that when people get bit by spiders it hurts really bad. I told him that it puts poison in our bodies. He counteracted by telling me that we turn into superheroes when we get bit. I explained again that we really don't want to get bit by a spider. Now I am somewhat concerned that he might go looking for a spider to bite him. As far as I know, there are no black widows or brown recluse spiders in the area, which is promising. He really wants to be able to shoot things from his wrist...
Have any of you had to explain that we don't have any of the superpowers that we might see on television? Did your child attempt to use a superpower anyway? It is amazing how influential they are!
On another note, I completed my 212 push-ups for the day, all wall push-ups but they are done. I am still hoping to get out for a run, but I am not sure when my husband will be arriving home. Is there anyone else joining me with the push-ups? Please leave a comment if you are, thank you :)
After I picked my children up from school, my 4 year-old informed me that he watched "Spiderman." He watched it about a week ago. Today is the day that he wanted to talk about the movie. He told me that the boy got bit by a spider. He then told me that Spiderman could shoot things from his hand. My son then told me that Spiderman turned into a superhero when he got bit.
I explained to him that when people get bit by spiders it hurts really bad. I told him that it puts poison in our bodies. He counteracted by telling me that we turn into superheroes when we get bit. I explained again that we really don't want to get bit by a spider. Now I am somewhat concerned that he might go looking for a spider to bite him. As far as I know, there are no black widows or brown recluse spiders in the area, which is promising. He really wants to be able to shoot things from his wrist...
Have any of you had to explain that we don't have any of the superpowers that we might see on television? Did your child attempt to use a superpower anyway? It is amazing how influential they are!
On another note, I completed my 212 push-ups for the day, all wall push-ups but they are done. I am still hoping to get out for a run, but I am not sure when my husband will be arriving home. Is there anyone else joining me with the push-ups? Please leave a comment if you are, thank you :)
Monday, January 2, 2012
A Push-Up Challenge Worth Taking
I was on Twitter today when I saw the hashtag #Patriotpushups whiz by. I had to see what that was all about. Upon getting to that search, I saw that it was a man that served in both the Afghanistan and Iraqi Wars stating that he was going to do a push-up for each American soldier killed in Operation Iraqi Freedom and Operation Enduring Freedom. When asked what that number was he stated that it was 6347. When the blogger did the math, it comes out to 212 push-ups a day starting Jan 2.
Due to a shoulder injury, I can't start out doing that many on the floor. I am starting out by doing wall push-ups. I am feeling it already and I have only done 60. I will have to start earlier in the day tomorrow, but for tonight, I will get them done.
Please read the original blog at: http://funandfit.org/2012/01/push-ups-for-patriots/comment-page-1/#comment-16294. I put this challenge up to anyone that cares to do it. I feel that it is the least I can do. Like I said, wall push-ups count. I will keep you all updated on this challenge. I feel honored to be able to do this. I have to get to my running also. That will start tomorrow.
Let me know if you are taking the challenge. I would love to have some friends and/or family join me. Hope the 2nd day of the New Year has been good to you!
Due to a shoulder injury, I can't start out doing that many on the floor. I am starting out by doing wall push-ups. I am feeling it already and I have only done 60. I will have to start earlier in the day tomorrow, but for tonight, I will get them done.
Please read the original blog at: http://funandfit.org/2012/01/push-ups-for-patriots/comment-page-1/#comment-16294. I put this challenge up to anyone that cares to do it. I feel that it is the least I can do. Like I said, wall push-ups count. I will keep you all updated on this challenge. I feel honored to be able to do this. I have to get to my running also. That will start tomorrow.
Let me know if you are taking the challenge. I would love to have some friends and/or family join me. Hope the 2nd day of the New Year has been good to you!
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Scary Stories
I think we all know some Ghost Stories. I don't know of anyone that hasn't had a dear friend or sibling tell at least one.
My kids have told each other some. In thus doing, they scared themselves as well as each other. There were many nights when both of my children would wake up and come wandering to where I was sleeping. I knew quickly what was going on. Someone else talked about ghosts. The question was who. This time it was my oldest son. He not only managed to scare his sister, but he scared himself too. Although he knew he was making it up, it still scared him.
We live in an apartment complex. He had her (and himself convinced) that one of the empty apartments was haunted. I offered to bring them to the apartment and let them see that it wasn't haunted. They wouldn't even show me which one it was. I guess they didn't want to go anywhere near it.
When I was younger, there was the China Doll. My mom had one. It was in the attic. So, upon hearing the story about the China Doll, I never wanted to see that thing again. I would not go into the attic. Not at any price. I have no idea where that doll is now, neither does my mom. There was also "Now I've Got Ya, Now I'm Gonna Eat Ya." In the end, you realize that it wasn't as scary as they made it seem, but until the end, it was quite the scary story.
It has been a couple months since they scared each other. I am hoping that it never happens again.
I didn't run yesterday. I did run today. I ran a mile. I walked .41 miles after that. I was happy. I have no idea how long it took. I just wanted to complete a mile. I didn't take Prednisone today. I am hoping that I don't need to take it anymore. We shall see! I itch, but if it goes away, I will not take it again.
My kids have told each other some. In thus doing, they scared themselves as well as each other. There were many nights when both of my children would wake up and come wandering to where I was sleeping. I knew quickly what was going on. Someone else talked about ghosts. The question was who. This time it was my oldest son. He not only managed to scare his sister, but he scared himself too. Although he knew he was making it up, it still scared him.
We live in an apartment complex. He had her (and himself convinced) that one of the empty apartments was haunted. I offered to bring them to the apartment and let them see that it wasn't haunted. They wouldn't even show me which one it was. I guess they didn't want to go anywhere near it.
When I was younger, there was the China Doll. My mom had one. It was in the attic. So, upon hearing the story about the China Doll, I never wanted to see that thing again. I would not go into the attic. Not at any price. I have no idea where that doll is now, neither does my mom. There was also "Now I've Got Ya, Now I'm Gonna Eat Ya." In the end, you realize that it wasn't as scary as they made it seem, but until the end, it was quite the scary story.
It has been a couple months since they scared each other. I am hoping that it never happens again.
I didn't run yesterday. I did run today. I ran a mile. I walked .41 miles after that. I was happy. I have no idea how long it took. I just wanted to complete a mile. I didn't take Prednisone today. I am hoping that I don't need to take it anymore. We shall see! I itch, but if it goes away, I will not take it again.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Running For The First Time Since Finding Out I Was Pregnant
My baby turned 6 weeks-old yesterday. With that, I was permitted to start exercising. I guess I thought that meant that I could attempt to kill myself in a 10 minute time-span. I decided that I would take it easy...set the treadmill for 10 minutes and run the whole time to see how far I could go. I kept the treadmill between 4.9 mph and 5.5 mph, to take it easy on myself. I managed to run .83 miles in ten minutes. I thought it was quite an accomplishment, seeing how I hadn't run since Feb. 11, 2011. I walked the rest of the time to get a mile of exercise in.
I then walked home. On the way home, I felt a weird sensation in my belly. I knew I had to get to the bathroom quickly, I managed to get to the bathroom and then had to call to my daughter to bring me a bowl. I was sure that I might puke. She ran and got me a huge Tupperware bowl. I am sure it was have been sufficient if I indeed had puked. I asked for my water bottle. After sipping on that for a few minutes, I felt much better. I was able to leave the bathroom and come back among the living.
I then made myself a bowl of Crispy Rice cereal with milk and whipped cream (I love that stuff). I ate that and continued to feel better. I was able to prevent myself from puking. I hate to puke, but I know sometimes that I would feel better if I did. This wasn't one of those times. After eating smoked oysters, puking helped me feel better. I used to love those things, but I think I am allergic to them now. I had eaten them twice a few weeks apart, and puked within an hour of eating them each time.
So, the moral of the story I guess, is that although I can still run, I shouldn't overdo it. I do plan to run a half marathon in the spring of 2012. I have to figure out a training routine and know that I am starting over. My children have been very supportive of my running in the past. I look forward to getting back the endurance and cardiovascular health I once had. I knew that it would be a long road back, but it is one that I am ready to follow.
I then walked home. On the way home, I felt a weird sensation in my belly. I knew I had to get to the bathroom quickly, I managed to get to the bathroom and then had to call to my daughter to bring me a bowl. I was sure that I might puke. She ran and got me a huge Tupperware bowl. I am sure it was have been sufficient if I indeed had puked. I asked for my water bottle. After sipping on that for a few minutes, I felt much better. I was able to leave the bathroom and come back among the living.
I then made myself a bowl of Crispy Rice cereal with milk and whipped cream (I love that stuff). I ate that and continued to feel better. I was able to prevent myself from puking. I hate to puke, but I know sometimes that I would feel better if I did. This wasn't one of those times. After eating smoked oysters, puking helped me feel better. I used to love those things, but I think I am allergic to them now. I had eaten them twice a few weeks apart, and puked within an hour of eating them each time.
So, the moral of the story I guess, is that although I can still run, I shouldn't overdo it. I do plan to run a half marathon in the spring of 2012. I have to figure out a training routine and know that I am starting over. My children have been very supportive of my running in the past. I look forward to getting back the endurance and cardiovascular health I once had. I knew that it would be a long road back, but it is one that I am ready to follow.
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