Hooray For Lean Cuisine!
So in 2 1/2 weeks I've lost 1/2" off my waist. And 6 1/2 lbs of boob. I'm not kidding. I just weighed myself. It's pretty thrilling. I have a torso under there! I am a whole new bra size...although unfortunately I think it will be even more difficult to find a 32 band size in a D than it was to find a 34 in a DD. ...Oh, well.
It is a gorgeous Saturday afternoon and where am I? I am inside, at my parents' house, doing laundry. Today would have been a perfect day for a hike - it's in the low 60s and sunny and lovely. Buut, Jim and I couldn't go for a hike...no, not today, not when the TV is controlling our schedules! Or maybe I shouldn't blame it on the TV. Instead I'll blame it on the hockey gods who decided that 2pm was a good time for a game. Don't get me wrong...I want the Sabres to win the Stanley cup, too. But on a beautiful Saturday afternoon? >:(
Next weekend we are supposedly going to Philadelphia for some family function of Jim's uncle whom I've never met. I didn't know about this til now. I now get to try to find something to wear (apparently there's a wedding ceremony involved) and try to find some kind of hotel in the middle of the city that's not $1,000,000/night and...oh...OK, I'll stop bitching. Sorry. It's just that my dressage trainer had invited me to a haute d'ecole demonstration about an hour away on that Saturday. You don't get to see the high airs of dressage performed by dressage masters every day (at least not in person.) I wanted Jim to see that dressage isn't just the "funny walking" (as he calls it) that is shown on TV every once in a blue moon. *sigh*
Not to harp on dressage all day long, but if you're interested in an excellent intro-to-real-Pilates book, look at "Pilates For The Dressage Rider". Pilates is freakin' HARD. Yesterday when I did the mat routine, I wasn't aware that your ab muscles start right underneath the bottom of your rib cage. I discovered that this morning in the shower when I tried to reach up for shampoo and my abs screamed at me to please for the love of God STOP MOVING. But at least I know I'm doing something right!
It is a gorgeous Saturday afternoon and where am I? I am inside, at my parents' house, doing laundry. Today would have been a perfect day for a hike - it's in the low 60s and sunny and lovely. Buut, Jim and I couldn't go for a hike...no, not today, not when the TV is controlling our schedules! Or maybe I shouldn't blame it on the TV. Instead I'll blame it on the hockey gods who decided that 2pm was a good time for a game. Don't get me wrong...I want the Sabres to win the Stanley cup, too. But on a beautiful Saturday afternoon? >:(
Next weekend we are supposedly going to Philadelphia for some family function of Jim's uncle whom I've never met. I didn't know about this til now. I now get to try to find something to wear (apparently there's a wedding ceremony involved) and try to find some kind of hotel in the middle of the city that's not $1,000,000/night and...oh...OK, I'll stop bitching. Sorry. It's just that my dressage trainer had invited me to a haute d'ecole demonstration about an hour away on that Saturday. You don't get to see the high airs of dressage performed by dressage masters every day (at least not in person.) I wanted Jim to see that dressage isn't just the "funny walking" (as he calls it) that is shown on TV every once in a blue moon. *sigh*
Not to harp on dressage all day long, but if you're interested in an excellent intro-to-real-Pilates book, look at "Pilates For The Dressage Rider". Pilates is freakin' HARD. Yesterday when I did the mat routine, I wasn't aware that your ab muscles start right underneath the bottom of your rib cage. I discovered that this morning in the shower when I tried to reach up for shampoo and my abs screamed at me to please for the love of God STOP MOVING. But at least I know I'm doing something right!