I recently stepped on a scale. It read 180. I am 5'9 1/2. I weighed 135 when I got married. That was just over 5 years ago. I started P90X this week, and am planning to train for a warrior dash, some 5k's, a half marathon, and perhaps another full marathon. I just wanted to make this all public, so now I'm accountable.
I know I'm not super fat or anything, but I just don't feel healthy. I don't need to be 135 again, but a loss of 25 lbs would make me at least feel healthy again. It's about time I did something about it.
That is all.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
The Many Faces of Haley
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Coming Soon...
I got a Flip digital video recorder for Christmas, and I have some awesome videos coming soon... Once I figure out how to get them on here. For now, please enjoy the following anecdote!
Background: I signed up for a membership at the Planet Fitness near our new house, a couple months after we moved. I was getting kind of big (with Izzy) at the time, and didn't end up working out very much before I had the baby. So, once I got cleared to start exercising again and went back to Planet Fitness, no one really knew who I was. I think it was assumed by the staff and regulars that I was another New Years Fitness Junkie who had resolved to break with her slothful lifestyle and finally get on that treadmill!
Sooo...I jumped on a treadmill, and started pounding away. A few minutes later one of the staff trainers (a young male) approached me as I was running, and we had the following conversation:
Staff Trainer: Ma'am (ew gross, he actually called me MA'AM and I officially feel old, even though I'm really not) are you having chest pain?
Me: Actually... yeah kinda...
ST: Ok, you need to slow it down, and get off the treadmill immediately. I'm going to get you some water, but you need to stop, and sit down. Ok?
Me: (Confused look???)
ST: Ma'am, please, stop running (and he comes behind my treadmill at this point and tries to push the deceleration button for me)
Me: (finally understanding our miscommunication) OH! NO! Not CHEST pain, but chest pain. I'm not having CHEST pain, really I'm not!
ST: (looking confused now)
Me: No no, see, my chest, I thought you were talking about my chest.
ST: Yes, are you having chest pain?
Me: Not CHEST pain, chest pain...I just had a baby...
ST: (looking more confused... not getting it...)
Me: I'm breastfeeding...
ST: OH! OH! CHEST PAIN! (LOOK OF HORROR)
Me: Yeah... sorry... I... preoccupied... baby brain...
ST: No problem ma'am (awkward exit stage left)
Me: (aaaaaaand I'm getting off the treadmill anyway to go home and hide my shame and embarrassment in a gallon of ice cream, except I still can't eat ice cream because Izzy can't stop farting (yeah, I said it, mom) so I'll bury my face in rice cakes instead)
SO. THE QUESTION IS: How did he come to think I was having CHEST pain in the first place? I figured it out the next time I went to the gym, and realized that while I was running, I unconsciously was holding my boobs down with one arm while I was running, which I'm sure looked like I was clutching at my chest in CHEST PAIN! ACK!
Background: I signed up for a membership at the Planet Fitness near our new house, a couple months after we moved. I was getting kind of big (with Izzy) at the time, and didn't end up working out very much before I had the baby. So, once I got cleared to start exercising again and went back to Planet Fitness, no one really knew who I was. I think it was assumed by the staff and regulars that I was another New Years Fitness Junkie who had resolved to break with her slothful lifestyle and finally get on that treadmill!
Sooo...I jumped on a treadmill, and started pounding away. A few minutes later one of the staff trainers (a young male) approached me as I was running, and we had the following conversation:
Staff Trainer: Ma'am (ew gross, he actually called me MA'AM and I officially feel old, even though I'm really not) are you having chest pain?
Me: Actually... yeah kinda...
ST: Ok, you need to slow it down, and get off the treadmill immediately. I'm going to get you some water, but you need to stop, and sit down. Ok?
Me: (Confused look???)
ST: Ma'am, please, stop running (and he comes behind my treadmill at this point and tries to push the deceleration button for me)
Me: (finally understanding our miscommunication) OH! NO! Not CHEST pain, but chest pain. I'm not having CHEST pain, really I'm not!
ST: (looking confused now)
Me: No no, see, my chest, I thought you were talking about my chest.
ST: Yes, are you having chest pain?
Me: Not CHEST pain, chest pain...I just had a baby...
ST: (looking more confused... not getting it...)
Me: I'm breastfeeding...
ST: OH! OH! CHEST PAIN! (LOOK OF HORROR)
Me: Yeah... sorry... I... preoccupied... baby brain...
ST: No problem ma'am (awkward exit stage left)
Me: (aaaaaaand I'm getting off the treadmill anyway to go home and hide my shame and embarrassment in a gallon of ice cream, except I still can't eat ice cream because Izzy can't stop farting (yeah, I said it, mom) so I'll bury my face in rice cakes instead)
SO. THE QUESTION IS: How did he come to think I was having CHEST pain in the first place? I figured it out the next time I went to the gym, and realized that while I was running, I unconsciously was holding my boobs down with one arm while I was running, which I'm sure looked like I was clutching at my chest in CHEST PAIN! ACK!
Monday, December 13, 2010
Guess What?
Hey, guess what? When you want to microwave something, you should probably put it IN the microwave before you turn it on. Because if you don't, flames will be bursting out of the microwave by the time you turn around and realize your food is still sitting on the counter behind you.
Thankfully I caught it early enough that my microwave is pretty much unscathed. But man, that was freaky.
Also. Had my post-baby check up today, and my OB informed me that since I'm nursing, I need to be consuming extra calories. I forget how many she said, but I think it was quite a bit. And I was all, "MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ME!! I'm a get me some pie!" As long as that pie does not contain dairy, broccoli, garlic, onions, tomatoes, oranges, or anything spicy. Because I can't eat that crap.
Also, too. Mom was here watching Emma today while I was at the doctor with Iz. She taught Emma about Santa Claus, and how he says HO HO HO, MERRY CHRISTMAS! For about an hour after she got up from her nap, Emma was walking around the house saying, "Santa say HO HO HO" in a nice, deep, santa-like voice. It was awesome. For some reason she hasn't picked up as quickly on our lessons about Jesus. Probably because Jesus doesn't have a cool catchphrase.
Also, also, too. Isabella (aka Izzy, Iz, Bella, Squishabella, and Squizzy) has started smiling. And it's frikken frakken amazing. Especially because she will be screaming and crying and making a ruckus, let out a big giant toot, and then suddenly stop, look at me, and smile ear to ear. What's funny is that Mike does that very same thing!
Also, too, too. PEOPLE ARE COMING SOON! So excited for the holiday festivities. I love this time of year:)
Thankfully I caught it early enough that my microwave is pretty much unscathed. But man, that was freaky.
Also. Had my post-baby check up today, and my OB informed me that since I'm nursing, I need to be consuming extra calories. I forget how many she said, but I think it was quite a bit. And I was all, "MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ME!! I'm a get me some pie!" As long as that pie does not contain dairy, broccoli, garlic, onions, tomatoes, oranges, or anything spicy. Because I can't eat that crap.
Also, too. Mom was here watching Emma today while I was at the doctor with Iz. She taught Emma about Santa Claus, and how he says HO HO HO, MERRY CHRISTMAS! For about an hour after she got up from her nap, Emma was walking around the house saying, "Santa say HO HO HO" in a nice, deep, santa-like voice. It was awesome. For some reason she hasn't picked up as quickly on our lessons about Jesus. Probably because Jesus doesn't have a cool catchphrase.
Also, also, too. Isabella (aka Izzy, Iz, Bella, Squishabella, and Squizzy) has started smiling. And it's frikken frakken amazing. Especially because she will be screaming and crying and making a ruckus, let out a big giant toot, and then suddenly stop, look at me, and smile ear to ear. What's funny is that Mike does that very same thing!
Also, too, too. PEOPLE ARE COMING SOON! So excited for the holiday festivities. I love this time of year:)
Monday, December 6, 2010
My bad...
nice to meet you!
how's my hair?
tuckered out
sleeping some more...
still sleeping...
and sleeping some more!
Emma holding Izzy for the first time
she loves when Izzy dresses like a teddy bear!
chillin
Happy Birthday!!
A hat and presents, what else do you need?
Cake!
Mmmmmm...
Dino shirt
Daddy and his turkeys
Emma didn't feel like sharing that day...
car shirt
loves daddy's hunting hat!
tubby time!
she loves the tub!
Emma checking on sister:)Ok, ya'll happy now?
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