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Stats? Whaddaya Mean, Stats?

Tuesday, July 21st, 2015

So every year, Mr. Starr and I usually get to a couple of Blue Jays baseball games at the Rogers Center in Toronto. In fact, we were just at one game a few days ago. And I started thinking that I should get a Jays T-shirt to wear just to show my support. Yanno? I’m not really into baseball, but the Mister is, and I like seeing a couple of games because I enjoy the atmosphere and the crowd. Okay, I can’t lie — also the overpriced booze.

Anyway. I was thinking that I should get myself a T-shirt, but then I ran into the problem of not knowing whose name and number should be on the back of the shirt. I finally decided on a very simple criterion: I will figure out who the hottest, sexiest player is and wear his name and number on my bod. Heh. (Not shallow at all, right??)

I did some Googling of images last night, but I was having a hard time finding player profiles. I’d like to see a group picture of all the current team members, so I could pick from there, but I wasn’t having much luck. So I shall have to continue my search and see who I can come up with. We probably won’t get to another game this summer, so I have time. :)

Hello, Mr. Cumberbatch

Wednesday, May 22nd, 2013

(*Forgive me, Wordpress isn’t co-operating and I can’t get the photos to position the way I want them. GRR!)

I can’t help it; I have a crush. On Benedict Cumberbatch, to be precise.

Here he is in his Sherlockian glory.

I really, truly dislike the process by which one inserts photos into Wordpress blogs. Part of me wants to go back to Blogger again, but I don’t want to do that to you dear readers!

Ooo…and beneath that, looking naughty and…bad. Heh.

And one more down below, just for fun.

No, no. You don’t have to thank me. Just go on and have yourself a great day, okay?

Later, gators!

She Keeps Runnin’…

Wednesday, March 21st, 2012

On adrenaline, perhaps.

Life’s nutso right now, peeps. I’m working on finishing my WiP, I’m crafting like mad for a baby shower this coming weekend, Real-Life Me has not one, but TWO new work projects, and on top of that, I’ve started training to run a 5K in May.

Is it just me, or does that SOUND tiring?

There are also plague remnants floating around the house — B.E. and the Offspring are both hacking and coughing — and tonight Ms. Junior Peanut felt feverish. I’m knocking very hard on wood right now that I stay healthy — at least for the time being. No sickies allowed here!

So how are you doin’, gang? Running as crazily as yours truly? What’s up in your world?

Inch By Inch

Monday, February 13th, 2012

It’s a slow boat to fitness, folks, to mess up a catchphrase. I worked out every morning last week and took Sunday “off” as a rest day. The exercise isn’t that bad, it’s the conscious decision to pay attention to what I’m eating that’s causing me the most grief. Now that I’m thinking about every morsel that’s going into my mouth, I find myself feeling so hungry most of the time. I can’t remember what it was like way back when I did that other dramatic weight loss. Was I that hungry all the time? I wish I knew. I didn’t document that part of it. Sheer willpower, that’s what I’ve got going, folks. That, and no more baking, at least for the time being.

I’m bound and determined to succeed, though, so I shall persevere. Now I’m off to look for low-calorie snack ideas…

No Pain, No Gain

Monday, August 15th, 2011

So they say.

I’ve clawed my way back onto the fitness wagon, gang. The lacksadaisical attitude of eating generous portions of everything and not breaking a sweat during pregnancy had caught up to me pretty seriously. (In my defense, the all-day sickness was pretty bad, so getting out and getting active just wasn’t remotely palatable.) But the old lean & mean me was essentially gone. And that made me rather unimpressed with myself. I used the Wii Fit board to weigh in a couple of weeks ago and watched my Mii get plumper. Ugh.
Anyway. I’ve started week two. I managed to complete my plan last week, with one minor exception. I wasn’t able to get in one run that I’d scheduled, and instead played a few rounds of Just Dance 2. Wasn’t quite the same, but it was still a little bit of exertion.

So I’m back on track this week — I went for a run tonight — and I aim to stay on track. I miss the lean and mean me. Hope she can make it back soon.

Owie.

Wednesday, August 10th, 2011

Yours truly finally reached a tipping point.

(So to speak. No cow-tipping jokes, please.)

Anyway. I realized that the “I’m pregnant/nursing” excuse for not eating better (and not moving in general) had worn pretty thin, especially considering Ms. Junior Peanut is now almost 14 months old, and hasn’t breastfed for almost two months. It was time to make a change.

So I came up with a plan, and so far it has gone well. (I know, today is only Day 3, but still.) I did a workout video yesterday and muscles that have not seen that much action in, well, years are now protesting violently. I’m sore, but it’s a good pain. Honest.

I’ve made a good start and that’s what counts. I’m trying not to push too hard, but not be too wimpy, either. As long as I can keep the physical activity up and try to eat a little better (hard with a step-offspring here who loves to bake!), there will hopefully be some progress. I mean, my closet is full of clothing that is one or two sizes smaller than I am now. It would be good to be able to wear it all again. It’d be like a whole new wardrobe!

Anyway. Keep your fingers crossed for me that I can continue. Let’s all get up and get moving, right?? :D

Wasn’t That A…Weekend…?

Monday, May 9th, 2011

Hey howdy, gang. What’s happenin’?

Here’s hoping you had a great weekend! Mine was pretty good, considering it was both Mother’s Day *and* yours truly’s birthday!

Yep, another year older, but thankfully not deeper in debt! And before you start wondering, I’m heading rapidly down that slippery slope toward…40. (Nah, I don’t mind sharing my age. It’s not that big of a deal; besides, I don’t think I look 39. At least, I hope to God I don’t look older…)

So…thinking about where I am and what I’m doing, not to mention where I want to go in the next twelve months…I have one goal firmly in mind: every year at the beginning of May, a local community hosts a marathon-qualifying race weekend that also includes 5K, 10K and half-marathon runs…and my goal is to do the 5K next year. Personally, I think that’s an easily reachable target. In fact, I’m climbing on the fitness wagon once again — I’d like to drop a couple of clothing sizes, at least (so I can get back to wearing the stuff that’s sitting, neglected, in my closet!) I think it’s unrealistic to get down to my smallest size ever again (Five! Can you believe that?!?) but 10 would make me very happy. A 7/8 would be incredibly awesome, but that’s less likely. So we’ll see what I can do. Blonde and toned at my 40th birthday party would just *rock*, don’t you think??
Goal #2, which should be completely obvious, is to get more books out. I’ve got several stories floating around in my head. Now the task of dredging up the motivation begins. Nike, it seems, is right — when it comes to many things, not just fitness: Just Do It fits, no matter what.

Anyway. Those are the two main priorities for the next twelve months. (Aside: I meant to take a picture of myself yesterday — for comparison’s sake — and I forgot. D’oh.) I suppose I should make them even more specific — isn’t that what all those self-help, motivational-types say? — so I’ll nail down some details shortly.

All righty. The chore/To-Do list is staring me in the face, so I guess I need to get crackin’. Here’s to a fabulous week, everyone! Cheers!

Alien Butt

Wednesday, July 29th, 2009

I have one.

An alien butt, that is.

I spent a large chunk of yesterday attempting to find a dress to wear to a wedding this weekend, with zero success. I even determined not to be distressed by the size on the tag. That wasn’t going to matter to me. What mattered was finding something that fit nicely and looked good.

Ri-i-i-i-i-ight.

Nothing fit. Nothing. I even went up sizes, to no avail. The bodices were too loose, and the butt and hips were too tight.

Bloody stupid alien butts. *growl*

However, my redemption arrived in the reminder that I have two dresses tucked away in the back of my closet that might just fit. I haven’t tried them yet, so there is no rejoicing in the streets at this point, but I *think* it’ll be okay. The only thing I’ll need to do is pick up some new underthings for underneath. But that shouldn’t take too much effort. I hope. As long as I can find something to beat the alien butt into submission.

Dammit.

Stupid food. Stupid laziness tendencies. Blargh.

Perception Deception

Wednesday, July 22nd, 2009

For the month of July I have been taking part in an early-morning, thrice-weekly fitness Boot Camp at the gym. The “getting up” part has been a challenge (the world shouldn’t exist at 5:20 in the morning!) but otherwise I’ve enjoyed it (once the pain subsides and I can breathe again).

Something interesting struck me the other day, though. Looking around at the group of us (15 registered, but I think only 10 or so seem to be regularly attending) it occurred to me that none of the highly female-centric group could be classed as overweight.

You would think that people would sign up for Boot Camps to lose weight (among other things, of course, but I’m generalizing here) — and that was partly my reason, as well as jump-starting a fitness routine — but I would honestly say that in my opinion, none of the people there really need to do that.

Sure, a couple of the girls are curvier than others, but I would never classify them as “heavy”, let alone “overweight”. Which made me wonder — do they see themselves as chubby? Are their self-perceptions skewed by whichever influences such that they look in the mirror and fret to some degree about their looks? I’d be willing to put money down on that.
Everyone has their own reasons for signing up with something like this, and perhaps there are medical or other motives behind it. I don’t know. I just wish those girls knew that from a physical standpoint, they didn’t seem to need to be there.

Me on the other hand? I know that when my clothes start getting too tight, there’s a problem. :p I just wish I didn’t love food *quite* so much…

The Light! It Burns!

Thursday, July 9th, 2009

Well. The sun is shining and the sky is a deep, deep blue for the first time in…God only knows. I finally have a load of laundry out on the line, and am faced with a quiet house, as the Mater and Pater have absconded with the Offspring today. (That would be both of them. W00T!)

On the down side, my throat is scratchy. Looks like I’ve picked up a bug from somewhere, and I’m not impressed by this new development. Yech.

In the meantime, however, it is now time to finish up edits on Sweet Tart and get that sucker sent back to Ye Aulde Mah-velous Editor (before deadline, yay!). I would love to be able to curl up with the Koontz book I got from the library yesterday, but I know my priorities in this case. I promise!

Tomorrow will be spent cleaning up the place and grabbing a little bit of time to work on the new WiP. Then there’ll be company, and then after that it’s looking like I shall be husbandless for a few days as B.E. is plunged headfirst into work. C’est la vie.

By the way, Boot Camp is going well — if ‘by well’ I mean being unable to raise one’s arms above one’s head, or being unable to cough, sneeze or laugh without abdominal pain. And the first week’s not even over yet. *sigh* Well, all I ask is that this helps me shed a few. We shall see.

Ciao for now, dudes.