Last year was the first time our entire state participated in a huge park clean-up event. We wanted to use twitter to spread the word, but the whole concept was entirely new to those putting the event together in our area. They asked if I could help out with an explanation and a video was made. I just saw the video for the first time today and I thought I would share.
This year, on April 30th, we'll be doing another project throughout the state. I'm looking forward in participating.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Dinner
Above is Onions sliced with mandolin, 300g defrosted frozen spinach, garlic, pepper, salt and 1 tub of philadelphia (or quark for low fat option)
Above: Very cripsy bacon
Above: Pasta, spinach mix and shredded cripsy bacon
Monday Weigh in
This morning I was down to 118.4kgs (262lbs or 18 stone 9lbs)
This is cool as when I resumed my band journey in October in earnest I weighed 122kgs (269lbs or 19stone 3)
I am being very careful with this fill. Yesterday I had soup and liquids or yogurt all day and then about 11pm I had about a cup of mashed potato with some creamy coleslaw.
Today I had a berroca during my workout at the gym. I don't really like them, so putting it in the sports bottle meant that I did actually finish it. We fast walked 5k, rowed 5k and cycled 5k with a little bit of PowerPlate wiggling and some random tries of other machines to see what they were like. Then for lunch TB had made a nice soup, but it was too 'whole' for me with big lumps of veg in. The spoonful I did eat was really tasty, but I just couldn't eat any more after the first bite. I know from old that I never used to be able to eat before about 4pm, so I came home and the soup finally passed through the stoma. I had a couple of coffees and tea and then a can of mushroom soup for very late lunch.
I haven't got a clue what to do for dinner tonight, But I think I am going to make an old favorite - Pasta with spinach, Philadelphia and bacon. I don't know how much I will manage but I will take my time as always, and chew chew chew!
I think I actually might have a working band. who the FUCK would have thought it!! HURRAH!
This is cool as when I resumed my band journey in October in earnest I weighed 122kgs (269lbs or 19stone 3)
I am being very careful with this fill. Yesterday I had soup and liquids or yogurt all day and then about 11pm I had about a cup of mashed potato with some creamy coleslaw.
Today I had a berroca during my workout at the gym. I don't really like them, so putting it in the sports bottle meant that I did actually finish it. We fast walked 5k, rowed 5k and cycled 5k with a little bit of PowerPlate wiggling and some random tries of other machines to see what they were like. Then for lunch TB had made a nice soup, but it was too 'whole' for me with big lumps of veg in. The spoonful I did eat was really tasty, but I just couldn't eat any more after the first bite. I know from old that I never used to be able to eat before about 4pm, so I came home and the soup finally passed through the stoma. I had a couple of coffees and tea and then a can of mushroom soup for very late lunch.
I haven't got a clue what to do for dinner tonight, But I think I am going to make an old favorite - Pasta with spinach, Philadelphia and bacon. I don't know how much I will manage but I will take my time as always, and chew chew chew!
I think I actually might have a working band. who the FUCK would have thought it!! HURRAH!
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Triple Melon Smoothie
(makes 2 servings)
Ingredients:
- 1 cup low-fat peach yogurt
- 1 cup 1% milk
- ½ cup seedless watermelon, chopped
- ½ cup cantaloupe, chopped
- ½ cup honeydew melon, chopped
- 4 ice cubes
Preparation:
- Put yogurt, milk and watermelon in blender and blend on high for 20 seconds.
- Add cantaloupe, honeydew melon and ice cubes and blend on high for 45 seconds or to desired consistency.
Make 2 Servings:
Weight loss recipes Amount Per Serving (½ of recipe (358 g)): 205 Calories, 9 g Protein, 37 g carbohydrates, 1 g Dietary Fiber, 3 g fat, 2 g saturated fat, 10 mg cholesterol, 131 mg sodiumExercise tips to get fit
Want to know what the best exercise tip is to achieve that end firm, tight and attractive? I do not think I know a woman who will not only achieve a tighter final end .
Well, the answer to your search for the best year end is not in a flamboyant jet machine or extreme. In fact, most of the best exercises are done simply end with bodyweight or free weights. Will cover one of the most effective exercises to tighten the old buttocks in this article.
It's called the one-legged Romanian Deadlift . It is a great exercise for specifying both the end and the back of the thighs. Also, because this is a one-legged exercise, actually helps strengthen the ankles and other stabilizer muscles throughout your legs. Here's how:
1. Look straight ahead, stand and balance on one leg, and puts the other leg slightly behind you.
2. Keep a very slight tilt in the knee throughout this exercise.
3. Now start to bend forward at the same time pushing back end and hips and keeping a flat (not rounded) back.
4. By bending over and pushing the hips support, kicking off another leg behind you and reach down with his hands towards the toe is planted in the ground and try to touch it. You should feel a stretch in the hamstrings as it arrives at the deepest part where your back is parallel to the floor.
5. Then, focusing on squeezing the muscle hard end while reverses and brings support to the upright (all the while maintaining that flat back)
Well, that was a representative! Now make a 5-10 representatives on each leg for 2-3 sets mixing this exercise into one of your normal (or even try this at home only in his room.) At the end of a couple places, I guarantee you will feel the first in your buttocks and back of the thighs!
I know that may sound a bit complicated, and the first time you try this exercise in extreme, you may need to really concentrate on your balance. But after a couple sessions of practicing these lame Romanian deadlifts, you will begin to understand and be able to achieve focus more concentration to keep the tight end across the range of motion.
Once you get this down and practice this extreme murderer and thigh exercise regularly, it will be well on your way to show off a tight end and more attractive! See below for most amazing extreme exercises and thigh .
Well, the answer to your search for the best year end is not in a flamboyant jet machine or extreme. In fact, most of the best exercises are done simply end with bodyweight or free weights. Will cover one of the most effective exercises to tighten the old buttocks in this article.
It's called the one-legged Romanian Deadlift . It is a great exercise for specifying both the end and the back of the thighs. Also, because this is a one-legged exercise, actually helps strengthen the ankles and other stabilizer muscles throughout your legs. Here's how:
1. Look straight ahead, stand and balance on one leg, and puts the other leg slightly behind you.
2. Keep a very slight tilt in the knee throughout this exercise.
3. Now start to bend forward at the same time pushing back end and hips and keeping a flat (not rounded) back.
4. By bending over and pushing the hips support, kicking off another leg behind you and reach down with his hands towards the toe is planted in the ground and try to touch it. You should feel a stretch in the hamstrings as it arrives at the deepest part where your back is parallel to the floor.
5. Then, focusing on squeezing the muscle hard end while reverses and brings support to the upright (all the while maintaining that flat back)
Well, that was a representative! Now make a 5-10 representatives on each leg for 2-3 sets mixing this exercise into one of your normal (or even try this at home only in his room.) At the end of a couple places, I guarantee you will feel the first in your buttocks and back of the thighs!
I know that may sound a bit complicated, and the first time you try this exercise in extreme, you may need to really concentrate on your balance. But after a couple sessions of practicing these lame Romanian deadlifts, you will begin to understand and be able to achieve focus more concentration to keep the tight end across the range of motion.
Once you get this down and practice this extreme murderer and thigh exercise regularly, it will be well on your way to show off a tight end and more attractive! See below for most amazing extreme exercises and thigh .
Super teeeeee-ight & thank you
Well, things had settled immensely after the orange juice debacle yesterday, but we went to a friends for dinner in the evening. She had made 4 courses. This obviously strikes feelings of deep doom into bandsters around the globe, even one as slack and shizzy at it as me - especially after a fill! GULP
I knew that I was never going to be able to eat much, if anything, so as she served up, and I glugged some green tea (I had come armed with my pot and leaves!). I had a little nibble of a tiny asparagus spear in anchovy butter. It was... not the most pleasant of dishes I must admit. I had about 3 tips and then stopped as I felt chogged, even though I had pureed it to death and back in my mouth and drank, and waited and breathed and all those little tricks.
Nah.
It came back at me, and I passed on the soup, the beef stew and rice and also the caramel cheese cake. I Even
Dun Dun Dunnnnnnn
Passed on the WINE!
Dun Dun Dunnnnnnn
Passed on the WINE!
Yes it was a spectacular fail and I felt like a dick.
So we came home, after having actually a really really fun evening, food or no, to a time called
"Try and take my tablets after a fill"
Its always a fabulous sort of family horror event, and last night took the Golden Globes and Oscars in a clean sweep!
By the end of the dinner party I was consuming a little water, had half a glass of red, and a little black tea relatively okay... so I thought I might as well give it a bash. Now I am not very good at taking tablets 'dry' so I have to have quite a lot of fluid. I thought that things were OK - there was some glugging, gurgling, belching, blopering going on in there at that special mid tit region, so I swallowed em down. After 2 minutes, I had to hurl.
I take high doses of Gabaentin, Tolterodine and other concoctions for my lupus and my criminal piston pain (that's my word for the urethra for those new here) and I HAVE to take them or I start going into withdrawal. If I miss them, it only takes 2 days for me to be a twitching wreck trying to score a hit! I never miss taking them though - mainly because I am addicted to them so I never EVER forget!! These are the only tablets I have never forgotten. My body simply knows when it's time for pills!! HAHA They are an Opiate based and nasty and am on em for life. So you can imagine that the thought of not taking these pills is like totally alien to my being.
However, hurling these beauties is G R I M I honestly could not believe the taste, it was unreal! I puked as only a bandit knows how, then it was immediately followed by a massive spasm of REAL vomiting and then proper dry retchy heaving for 30 seconds on the afterkillertaste! OH WOW! They were so bad, and kinda spicy and burny and frothy and hell like and tasted like death itself.
Honestly, I have tasted some foul shit before, but this was on a new level. I swilled my mouth out fast with TCP mouthwash just to take the taste away. I hate it, but less than that shit! TCP was the only thing I could think of that would take the taste away and disguise it completely and luckily (!?) I only bought it the other day for my sore throat. Small merices!
DH said afterwards that the heaved pills stank the kitchen out like dead fish. Truly scary times. I have oft been tempted to make it easier after fills by opening the cases on the pills and just mixing them with water or something, but this has given me the whole answer in full. That's is not ever happening.
DH said afterwards that the heaved pills stank the kitchen out like dead fish. Truly scary times. I have oft been tempted to make it easier after fills by opening the cases on the pills and just mixing them with water or something, but this has given me the whole answer in full. That's is not ever happening.
So after this headache, and a quick email to Jane that I needed an unfill pronto in the morning, we went to bed. I lay there gurgling the night away and willing myself not to salivate in fear of waking up vomiting. I slept really well strangely, and thought this little 0.5 was not too bad really whilst I slurped on my first cuppa of the day.
At 9am I gave Jane a ring, bless her she must HATE me! I had drunk 2 cups of black tea at this point, so things were looking good, and I thought that I had better let her know things were ok and I would manage. She suggested that I ring back at 2ish and let her know how things were going, which was a massive stroke because things disintegrated from the black tea onwards.
We went out this morning for a couple of hours and I was sipping thoughout, but I noticed it just starting to slow down through the stoma! I only had a few sips of drink between 9am and 1pm. I was able to drink, it wasn't sticking, or making me sick, but I could just really feel it sitting there for a little longer than was necessary or needed. It felt uncomfortable and like I couldn't relax. I could feel everything going on; I was really aware of having a band and I just thought, you know what? I don't need this. So I called her up and asked if she could take a smidge back out.
At 9am I gave Jane a ring, bless her she must HATE me! I had drunk 2 cups of black tea at this point, so things were looking good, and I thought that I had better let her know things were ok and I would manage. She suggested that I ring back at 2ish and let her know how things were going, which was a massive stroke because things disintegrated from the black tea onwards.
We went out this morning for a couple of hours and I was sipping thoughout, but I noticed it just starting to slow down through the stoma! I only had a few sips of drink between 9am and 1pm. I was able to drink, it wasn't sticking, or making me sick, but I could just really feel it sitting there for a little longer than was necessary or needed. It felt uncomfortable and like I couldn't relax. I could feel everything going on; I was really aware of having a band and I just thought, you know what? I don't need this. So I called her up and asked if she could take a smidge back out.
So this afternoon at 4:30 I had 0.2ml taken back out. So I just have an extra 0.3ml instead which I am really happy to have a go with. I could drink immediately although with that nice thunky glug noise which we all know and love, so things are on the march I hope!
On a completely different tack, I have been thinking about Babara and her girls today so much. I think its finally sunk in that Mark has gone and that lovely lady Barbara who has been so strong for so long is just shattered in pieces. I feel so deeply sad for them. I have never met her (or been to boobs cos I am a UK bandit) but I have followed her blog forever. I was so pleased and proud of us bloggers for the over 70 comments I saw on her blog this morning. We all really do pull together and no one is alone in their struggles, whatever they are, in this little world of cyber-reality.
It takes something like that for us all to realise what we have created, all of us - A massive network of ladies and men from all over the place living their day to day lives with a band. Our lives come into our blogs so often, but I know I always wonder whats the use of telling some of the boring shit I write about, but this is how Barbara is gonna get a heap of support she would never have known if she hadn't been a blogger or a bandit. If she had thought it was boring, or not of interest to us to know about her husband, her kids, her home and day to day stuff that shes gotten up to over the years, we would not have known about her struggles of late or be able to sense her pain now. We wouldn't have been able to give her the only thing we can - our love and support.
We never know when we are going to need some kind words, love, prayers, a nudge in the right direction or just to be told to hang in there or that we are doing just fine. Sometimes we get told, and we didn't know we needed it until we see that email flashing with a comment.
Its a cliche that we take stuff for granted, but I feel like I know so many of you, and I guess it goes the same the other way. That's simply lovely.
On a completely different tack, I have been thinking about Babara and her girls today so much. I think its finally sunk in that Mark has gone and that lovely lady Barbara who has been so strong for so long is just shattered in pieces. I feel so deeply sad for them. I have never met her (or been to boobs cos I am a UK bandit) but I have followed her blog forever. I was so pleased and proud of us bloggers for the over 70 comments I saw on her blog this morning. We all really do pull together and no one is alone in their struggles, whatever they are, in this little world of cyber-reality.
It takes something like that for us all to realise what we have created, all of us - A massive network of ladies and men from all over the place living their day to day lives with a band. Our lives come into our blogs so often, but I know I always wonder whats the use of telling some of the boring shit I write about, but this is how Barbara is gonna get a heap of support she would never have known if she hadn't been a blogger or a bandit. If she had thought it was boring, or not of interest to us to know about her husband, her kids, her home and day to day stuff that shes gotten up to over the years, we would not have known about her struggles of late or be able to sense her pain now. We wouldn't have been able to give her the only thing we can - our love and support.
We never know when we are going to need some kind words, love, prayers, a nudge in the right direction or just to be told to hang in there or that we are doing just fine. Sometimes we get told, and we didn't know we needed it until we see that email flashing with a comment.
Its a cliche that we take stuff for granted, but I feel like I know so many of you, and I guess it goes the same the other way. That's simply lovely.
I am glad that I found all of your people who read my blog. I know that when the chips are down, I have friend's to eat them with!
Love to you all, and it goes without saying but especially to Barbara.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Woulda, shoulda, coulda
From WiseGeek.com:
"For many of us, there is a clear distinction between what actually happened and what we wished would have happened in a given situation. Sometimes people realize a number of options they could have or should have taken instead of the action they actually took. This feeling of regret or second-guessing is summed up in the expression woulda coulda shoulda."
A friend of mine made a new year's resolution to stop her "woulda coulda shoulda" habit. Each time she says one of these words she has to put a quarter in a jar. She then proceeded to tell me about her vacation, and said "we should have made our reservations....". She stopped, and said "whoops! Another quarter!".
It's so easy to slip into a pattern of regret, where we wish we'd made different choices. We often criticize ourselves for making bad choices, thinking we could have, should have, done things differently. I often do this to myself, then I proceed to berate myself for the bad choices I made when I know better. Does this do me any good? Absolutely not. If anything, it perpetuates a feeling of defeat and that I'm just not good enough or smart enough to lose weight. It makes me feel weak and helpless to dwell on my failures. It serves no real purpose.
I've decided I'm done with the past. I posted recently that 2010 was a lost year. I didn't gain weight, I didn't lose weight. Now January 2011 is a lost month. I continued my no gain, no lose pattern..
It's time for me to stop looking back at my failures and time to start looking forward. I have the Big Climb in exactly seven weeks. On March 20th, I'll be climbing 1,311 stairs (69 floors). I can't cancel or just not show up for this event. I'm the team captain, and many of the team members are coworkers. As a team captain I'm required to be present. It would be not be cool of me to drop out, it's not an option.
I call 2010 my lost year, starting and ending at the same weight, 180. Now January 2011 is another lost month. Starting and ending at 180 pounds. Not exactly where I'd hope to be, but not at the 239 pounds I started at February 19, 2008.
The good news, February is notoriously my month to lose weight. I've started many successful diets in February. In fact, February 19 will mark three years of Weight Watcher meetings. I don't know why it's my month, perhaps because spring seems like it's just around the corner and spring is my season (with summer a close second). Spring means skimpier clothing, and right now, none of my size 10 summer clothing fits.
Moving forward now...
"For many of us, there is a clear distinction between what actually happened and what we wished would have happened in a given situation. Sometimes people realize a number of options they could have or should have taken instead of the action they actually took. This feeling of regret or second-guessing is summed up in the expression woulda coulda shoulda."
A friend of mine made a new year's resolution to stop her "woulda coulda shoulda" habit. Each time she says one of these words she has to put a quarter in a jar. She then proceeded to tell me about her vacation, and said "we should have made our reservations....". She stopped, and said "whoops! Another quarter!".
It's so easy to slip into a pattern of regret, where we wish we'd made different choices. We often criticize ourselves for making bad choices, thinking we could have, should have, done things differently. I often do this to myself, then I proceed to berate myself for the bad choices I made when I know better. Does this do me any good? Absolutely not. If anything, it perpetuates a feeling of defeat and that I'm just not good enough or smart enough to lose weight. It makes me feel weak and helpless to dwell on my failures. It serves no real purpose.
I've decided I'm done with the past. I posted recently that 2010 was a lost year. I didn't gain weight, I didn't lose weight. Now January 2011 is a lost month. I continued my no gain, no lose pattern..
It's time for me to stop looking back at my failures and time to start looking forward. I have the Big Climb in exactly seven weeks. On March 20th, I'll be climbing 1,311 stairs (69 floors). I can't cancel or just not show up for this event. I'm the team captain, and many of the team members are coworkers. As a team captain I'm required to be present. It would be not be cool of me to drop out, it's not an option.
I call 2010 my lost year, starting and ending at the same weight, 180. Now January 2011 is another lost month. Starting and ending at 180 pounds. Not exactly where I'd hope to be, but not at the 239 pounds I started at February 19, 2008.
The good news, February is notoriously my month to lose weight. I've started many successful diets in February. In fact, February 19 will mark three years of Weight Watcher meetings. I don't know why it's my month, perhaps because spring seems like it's just around the corner and spring is my season (with summer a close second). Spring means skimpier clothing, and right now, none of my size 10 summer clothing fits.
Moving forward now...
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