I did an exercise class tonight. It was a circuit workout with FIT people.
My body is killing me. In total I did...
300 star jumps
500 dumb bell punches
60 pushups
then it all fizzles out...
50 arm raises
50 lateral arm raises
30 burpees (they are worst exercise ever invented)
30 mountain climbers
8 crunches
It was hideous. I'm nowhere near fit enough for that class. But I gave it a go. BTW I only did half of it. I did two circuits and Adam was saying they were going to do 4 circuits. HOLY CRAP. Took me two hours to stop being red in the face.
Tomorrow morning I'm back. I think my "day 3" workout is funny.
My warm up is a good paced 800m row.
First set 400m row fast as I can - break for 90 sec - repeat x 3. At least I think that's what it is.
Lucky I get a piece of paper to tell me.
Diet is not going quite as well. Still not quite organised enough.
Having lunch with my gorgeous mumma tomorrow. have invited my sister too, but she hasn't responded.
:(((
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Thursday, July 25, 2013
Universe aligning.
Or at least that is what it feels like.
From my previous post, I have taken a stand.
I did join the gym - have been twice so far - and am aching from head to toe. Those exercises are HARD man.
I joined a weight loss support group - run by Herbalife and my friend Kellie, and so far they are not pushing the products... but wait for it.
I was called by my Health Insurance company to be involved in Health Coaching. Its free. I did the prelim discussion and set some goals.
How does this happen?
So.
My get healthy/weight loss journey has begun.
Today I am 77km and am 99cm around my belly (who needed to know that?)
I also pledge to keep my kitchen clean
I will attend the gym 3 times per week (or more)
WHAT is this nonsense about the kitchen???
- It upsets me no end that my house is messy (found out today its not as dirty as I thought it was - others are dirtier), I stress if anyone comes to visit that there is crap all over my kitchen. I want a clean kitchen and its up to me.
The Health Coach asked for obtainable goals that will help my physical and mental health. I was embarrassed - a little bit - to say a clean kitchen and going to the gym are my goals.
With those two done, the other areas of my life - poor sleep, anger, frustration, postponing everything should fall into line.
From my previous post, I have taken a stand.
I did join the gym - have been twice so far - and am aching from head to toe. Those exercises are HARD man.
I joined a weight loss support group - run by Herbalife and my friend Kellie, and so far they are not pushing the products... but wait for it.
I was called by my Health Insurance company to be involved in Health Coaching. Its free. I did the prelim discussion and set some goals.
How does this happen?
So.
My get healthy/weight loss journey has begun.
Today I am 77km and am 99cm around my belly (who needed to know that?)
I also pledge to keep my kitchen clean
I will attend the gym 3 times per week (or more)
WHAT is this nonsense about the kitchen???
- It upsets me no end that my house is messy (found out today its not as dirty as I thought it was - others are dirtier), I stress if anyone comes to visit that there is crap all over my kitchen. I want a clean kitchen and its up to me.
The Health Coach asked for obtainable goals that will help my physical and mental health. I was embarrassed - a little bit - to say a clean kitchen and going to the gym are my goals.
With those two done, the other areas of my life - poor sleep, anger, frustration, postponing everything should fall into line.
Monday, July 22, 2013
Planning and starting afresh
I've been down recently - like really down, bordering on depressed down. Felt mildly suicidal* at times, but it gets sorted with a good cry. I do health assessments on people and during these health assessments I say a certain mantra "everything is improved with diet and exercise"
Since returning from Thailand, my diet has dissolved into a puddle of peanut butter and I haven't moved. No exercise at all. I'm getting fatter, my tummy is bigger than my boobies and I'm exhausted.
"Everything is solved with diet and exercise"
The time has come, the time is now. Christy D Storer will you please go now... and do some exercise.
If you haven't already worked it out, I'm going to exercise, join a gym, the one next to the crèche.
My promise to myself is
- I will go to bed earlier.
- I will wake up earlier.
- I will go to the gym and work my butt off.
- I will improve my eating - more vegetables, less bread
- I will take time to enjoy my children.
- I will take time to enjoy my husband.
* Thought about it, no definite plan, just looking for an out.
Thursday, July 11, 2013
This is me - Part Three
Growing up, teenage years:
*What activities did you participate in? (Sports, dancing, music, arts, etc.) Explain what you did with each activity.
*How did you learn how to drive? What kind of car did you have?
*Who were your friends?
*Did you have a girl/boy friend? Talk about him/her (if your spouse is okay with it!).
*What did you like/dislike about school?
*What was your first paid job?
*What were your chores at home?
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1. Oh dear, I can't remember, I think I did netball until I was about 12. We were in girls brigade, but can't remember how long that went. I'm guessing not too far into high school. We were pretty involved in church, so I went to the teen version of Sunday School and youth group. Will have to check with mum on that front.
2. I had a couple of lessons with one of dad's Kiwanis mates who was a driving instructor (luckily he wasn't a butcher - he was pretty good) then I was driving with mum and dad. I was super keen. Got my learners permit as soon as they changed the age from 17 to 16 and I was about 16.5years old when I got my L's. My dad was EXTREMELY laid back about it. I recall fairly early on that we got into the car and he got out the newspaper to read. "DAD I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING YET, YOU HAVE TO PAY ATTENTION"
A running family joke was my indicating skills. We had a family holiday to Lakes Entrance, the streets there are very VERY long and very wide. Very safe for learning. Dad said, you have to turn right at Fish Street. So I turned the indicator on to show I was planning to turn right. The problem was Fish St was well over a kilometre down the road. Even now if someone has accidentally left their blinkers on Dad will say "oh they must be turning at Fish St"
I got my license at 8.30am on my 18th birthday. It was at the RACV in Box Hill. Today driving in Box Hill is terrifying, so many cars, wide (as in multi-laned roads) and the fact that I managed to pass my driving test first time, in Box Hill during peak hour is amazing.
I used mum & dad's cars. The first car I actually purchased was my bubble Mazda 121 (forgotten how to get images off the internet) all the extras and a spoiler I thought I was so cool.
3. My friends were Kellie and Sonia. Still friends with Kellie, we actually had lunch today (with 6 children - 3 were hers, 2 were mine and a ring in), we were not part of the cool crowd, but not unpopular either.
4. I got my first boyfriend (Andrew) when I was 16, we met at a church camp. I thought he was wonderful - obviously. I lived in Templestowe and he lived in Essendon. Which is pretty close to where I live now and it takes 40 minutes to get to my parents house. We were dedicated. Travelled by train or bus to visit each other. He lived with his father and brother, his step-mother and her three kids. They had only gotten married about a year before I met him and they were a fiery couple. Poor Andrew was not treated very well at all by his parents. They didn't cook - he ate a lot of 2minute noddles and 10 minute pasta & sauce. His parents screamed a lot. I stayed with him for 6 years! Yep until I was 22 years old. He wasn't faithful to me, I let it slide a couple of times.. but we grew apart. He remained my friend. He got Marko a "being born" present. I ran into him about a year ago during my lunch break. He looks the same - dorky hairstyle and in the most politically incorrect way looks "gay". He is married (I went to his wedding) with one daughter, Idalya who is around 10 or 11 now.
5. I liked school. I liked hanging out by the lockers and having people walk over our legs. We talked a lot. Can't recall much else. I always think back fondly about my school years.
6. Talk about nepotism. My dad employed me as a courier when I was 18 years old. He ran a pathology courier company - outsourced for a tiny little pathology company that got swallowed up when the biggies came in. I had to collect blood samples from doctors surgeries on a Tuesday evening and my Saturday morning run. I loved it. Listened to RRR a movie show I think on the Saturday mornings - I heard his voice again recently on the radio and it bought back so many memories. My goodness, I haven't done that job since 1992 and just looked at the Triple R radio guide and Film Buff's Forecast is still a radio show on Saturday's from midday until 2pm. WOW. That's been running for over 20 years!
Oh and Dad overpaid me, I got $200 per week. My sister got the same money for washing the cars and doing something with the books.
7. Honestly... no idea on the chores front. Help out would be the chore.
*What activities did you participate in? (Sports, dancing, music, arts, etc.) Explain what you did with each activity.
*How did you learn how to drive? What kind of car did you have?
*Who were your friends?
*Did you have a girl/boy friend? Talk about him/her (if your spouse is okay with it!).
*What did you like/dislike about school?
*What was your first paid job?
*What were your chores at home?
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1. Oh dear, I can't remember, I think I did netball until I was about 12. We were in girls brigade, but can't remember how long that went. I'm guessing not too far into high school. We were pretty involved in church, so I went to the teen version of Sunday School and youth group. Will have to check with mum on that front.
2. I had a couple of lessons with one of dad's Kiwanis mates who was a driving instructor (luckily he wasn't a butcher - he was pretty good) then I was driving with mum and dad. I was super keen. Got my learners permit as soon as they changed the age from 17 to 16 and I was about 16.5years old when I got my L's. My dad was EXTREMELY laid back about it. I recall fairly early on that we got into the car and he got out the newspaper to read. "DAD I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING YET, YOU HAVE TO PAY ATTENTION"
A running family joke was my indicating skills. We had a family holiday to Lakes Entrance, the streets there are very VERY long and very wide. Very safe for learning. Dad said, you have to turn right at Fish Street. So I turned the indicator on to show I was planning to turn right. The problem was Fish St was well over a kilometre down the road. Even now if someone has accidentally left their blinkers on Dad will say "oh they must be turning at Fish St"
I got my license at 8.30am on my 18th birthday. It was at the RACV in Box Hill. Today driving in Box Hill is terrifying, so many cars, wide (as in multi-laned roads) and the fact that I managed to pass my driving test first time, in Box Hill during peak hour is amazing.
I used mum & dad's cars. The first car I actually purchased was my bubble Mazda 121 (forgotten how to get images off the internet) all the extras and a spoiler I thought I was so cool.
3. My friends were Kellie and Sonia. Still friends with Kellie, we actually had lunch today (with 6 children - 3 were hers, 2 were mine and a ring in), we were not part of the cool crowd, but not unpopular either.
4. I got my first boyfriend (Andrew) when I was 16, we met at a church camp. I thought he was wonderful - obviously. I lived in Templestowe and he lived in Essendon. Which is pretty close to where I live now and it takes 40 minutes to get to my parents house. We were dedicated. Travelled by train or bus to visit each other. He lived with his father and brother, his step-mother and her three kids. They had only gotten married about a year before I met him and they were a fiery couple. Poor Andrew was not treated very well at all by his parents. They didn't cook - he ate a lot of 2minute noddles and 10 minute pasta & sauce. His parents screamed a lot. I stayed with him for 6 years! Yep until I was 22 years old. He wasn't faithful to me, I let it slide a couple of times.. but we grew apart. He remained my friend. He got Marko a "being born" present. I ran into him about a year ago during my lunch break. He looks the same - dorky hairstyle and in the most politically incorrect way looks "gay". He is married (I went to his wedding) with one daughter, Idalya who is around 10 or 11 now.
5. I liked school. I liked hanging out by the lockers and having people walk over our legs. We talked a lot. Can't recall much else. I always think back fondly about my school years.
6. Talk about nepotism. My dad employed me as a courier when I was 18 years old. He ran a pathology courier company - outsourced for a tiny little pathology company that got swallowed up when the biggies came in. I had to collect blood samples from doctors surgeries on a Tuesday evening and my Saturday morning run. I loved it. Listened to RRR a movie show I think on the Saturday mornings - I heard his voice again recently on the radio and it bought back so many memories. My goodness, I haven't done that job since 1992 and just looked at the Triple R radio guide and Film Buff's Forecast is still a radio show on Saturday's from midday until 2pm. WOW. That's been running for over 20 years!
Oh and Dad overpaid me, I got $200 per week. My sister got the same money for washing the cars and doing something with the books.
7. Honestly... no idea on the chores front. Help out would be the chore.
Tuesday, July 02, 2013
sad stuff happening
Yesterday there were two snippets of information off the Internet that made me very sad. I don't know either woman personally.
First is Courtney from a long favorite blog pudge and biggie. This woman with her husband has adopted two children with down syndrome. They've since had a biological child and are pregnant with their 4th child. She is an inspiration on parenting, special needs and photography. Anyway, yesterday she found/was alerted to a photo of her eldest daughter with an awful caption. someone had gone to the effort of finding LC and bullied her and her parents and people with DS generally. It broke my heart. I was so surprised and hurt by this. Courtney has now made her blog private (very sad about that) and she needs to recover. Please pick on me... not my child.
Second is a girl on the sidelines of a beautiful mess. She has a young daughter whose photo has been picked up by trolls and turned into "baby slut" supposedly its funny but in reality its gross hurtful and creepy. She's a baby!!
I put my children on the Internet. That makes me nervous. What if my boys photos are in something like that. If I don't know about it does it not matter.
Feeling a little sick with the world today.
First is Courtney from a long favorite blog pudge and biggie. This woman with her husband has adopted two children with down syndrome. They've since had a biological child and are pregnant with their 4th child. She is an inspiration on parenting, special needs and photography. Anyway, yesterday she found/was alerted to a photo of her eldest daughter with an awful caption. someone had gone to the effort of finding LC and bullied her and her parents and people with DS generally. It broke my heart. I was so surprised and hurt by this. Courtney has now made her blog private (very sad about that) and she needs to recover. Please pick on me... not my child.
Second is a girl on the sidelines of a beautiful mess. She has a young daughter whose photo has been picked up by trolls and turned into "baby slut" supposedly its funny but in reality its gross hurtful and creepy. She's a baby!!
I put my children on the Internet. That makes me nervous. What if my boys photos are in something like that. If I don't know about it does it not matter.
Feeling a little sick with the world today.
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