Started working with a trainer!

In the spirit of working on the fat thigh problem, amongst many others, I decided to pay a personal trainer. I go to him, he makes me do exercises that I hate, then he makes me do more of them, he finishes things off with abs- which I detest. Possibly I detest them because I am not sure that I have any ab muscles left- I believe they have all atrophied- they are shriveled prunes at this point. Mr. Trainer seems to forget this little aspect and treats me as if I have abs! How dare he?
To sum things up : I wasn't feeling bad enough about myself, so I sought out a personal trainer, gave him MONEY to make me do things I hate. I leave there wth jelly legs and I can't lift my arms over my head. I'm paying someone to immobolize my body. Last time I checked, there were people who would be willing to do this for free. I could just wander over to the local projects area, run when someone comes towards me (Mr. Trainer says it's important to get your cardio in first). Then they could immobolize me for whatever is in my purse (usually some change, maybe a few dollars, some used kleenex, pens and random toys from my 4 year old). End result: I can't lift my arms over my head, my legs feel like jelly and they have some new toys and possibly some change and a used kleenex! I say it's a win -win for all involved! (except for Mr. Trainer) I guess he could take the night off!

SoccerMom commits vehicular homicide

I have officially become a soccermom! I feel the urge to go out and buy a HUGE car, a Suburban maybe? I don't know the car yet, and the only requirements are that it is larger than your car so that I can see around and over you. Ultimately, the time will come, I will drive over you if you stay in the carpool lane too long chatting about Danicing With the Stars with your friend who is leaning in your window, all camped out with a morning keg of coffee goodness. She ain't leaving- so I'm driving OVER! I 've still got kids in my car, screaming to get out (or wait, is that me screaming?) Whomever is screaming is not the point (because it is probably me). The point is, I actually work, full time! I need to buzz these kids in and get the heck out of dodge so that I can drive 2 hours away to begin my day. I don't have time for your idle chit chat through car windows while you are both decked out in your cutest tennis skirts (which tells me you have nothing else to do today except chit chat and maybe play some tennis later). I have to hit the road, drive to the end of the state and back so that I can get to the JV soccer game, get home, feed kids, cats, dogs, do laundry because those soccer uniforms aren't washing themselves, teach my kid Math and force him to read. Most importantly- force him to shower, take his meds and pee before bed. Finally, laundry done, soccer uniform is ready for tomorrow, homework is completed by both kids (I still smell stinky shoes). Ahhh peace and quiet now- for a moment. It starts all over again tomorrow.
I'm not a SoccerMom- I'm SuperMom.
(Certainly that calls for a much cooler car and a little respect in the carpool lane)

Plan for the fat thigh

I started a new podcast (awesome- I must say) called Couch To 5K- Best part . . . IT'S FREE!!! If you follow this program, you will be running a 5K in 9 weeks. I started week 1 this week. You briskly walk for 5 minutes and then it speeds you up to a run for 60 seconds with a 90 second rest period (still briskly walking). You run 8 of these 60 second runs with the rest period (not much of a rest period if you ask me) between each and then you finish up with a 5 minute cool down. Pretty cool. That's just week one. It has you run the program 3 days that week with a day of rest between each run day. I've got one more day this week to do it and then I move to Week 2.
It's doable-really! (for now)
Back to the fat thigh- 2 runs have not thinned it out yet! I was constantly pulling my shorts out of my crotch- on the right side only- the entire run/walk! Oh well. We shall see! I will let you know when the thigh thins- believe me- you will hear all about it!

On to other news- I talked the hubby into going to the Y with me. One elliptical mile and one treadmill mile later and he already looks thinner, plus, he looks like he got a damn tan while he was doing it! We were inside! How does this happen? Men mention exercise and the weight falls off- I mention exercise and I get hungry! How is this fair?
I'll keep you posted.

One fat(ter) thigh! Really? One has to be bigger then the other?

Okay, you always hear that a person's right foot could be a little bigger then their left foot. Same with the hands and boobs for that matter. But hey- who cares, as long as clothes and shoes fit and this is a normally accepted thing in life then I am okay with it.
Something has gone wrong when I start having to rationalize why one of my ginormous thunderthighs was not big enough, it must be bigger than it's sibling right next door. What's up with this? Is this some sort of weird competitive thing that my body is having with itself? Is my right thigh the bitchy, type A driven to succeed thigh and the left thigh is the whiny, okay to follow you, but insist on being led softy thigh. Left thigh lacks motivation! Come on leftie- we're only as strong as our weakest . . . thigh! You're holding us back.
This all erupted when *gasp* I noticed that for an entire workout, I constantly had to tug and pull my shorts down one side of my leg. Things went horribly awry with my inner thighs and apparently the right leg was all about exposing the nasty inner fat thigh. The right thigh is like Jillian- humiliate them and they will work harder. I just frantically kept trying to cover the heinous site up quickly.
Note to self: Buy new shorts.

Demon Child

Have you ever been friends with someone who has a demon child? That's a little harsh to say about a child, you might say while looking down your nose at me.
No, it is not, I submit and here is why . . .
I have a friend, a good person who is willing to do anything in the world for you. She is the kindest person, a good mom to 3 kids and the most unpretentious person you will ever meet. I adore this girl. Her demon child; however, not so much.
This kid is cute until you've been around him for about 10 seconds!
He has one volume- loud!
He runs around screaming wildly. (ALL OF THE TIME)
He hits.
He spits.
He is mean to other kids.
He interrupts every conversation that his mother has in his presence.
He does not lisen to adults/authority figures. (blatantly ignores)
He is too rough- he hurts himself and other children daily.
He gets this mean look in his eyes when he knows he is doing something to hurt another child. (I watched him throwing those sticky little gumballs, from trees, at other kids. I told him to stop. He glared at me and immediately began trowing them again. By the way, his mom was not there and I was in charge of him- I was not just randomly yelling at other people's kids that day.)
I can't stand this kid!
Last summer, he tackled my 3 year old in the baby pool and was lying on top of him holding my child under water! My child who can't swim! They invited my child to the pool last week (I was not able to go) and the mom said he could just go with them. Not only NO, but H-E- double hockey sticks-NO! I had to make up excuses as to why he was not able to go with them.
Just avoid the kid, right. Wrong. It is hard to do when he and my son go to Pre-K together and the mom and I are such good friends, plus we work together. The kids play sports together, we workout together. Endless time with said demon.
The problem arises when my friend offers to watch my child. I used to take her up on it, but my child would come home behaving like a neanderthal. I now try to avoid the interaction altogether. Tit for tat, if she keeps my child for a little while, then I am going to have to keep her demon child when she asks. It has happened several times now and I just cannot do it again.
I am avoiding getting the kids together right now, but I know that the time is coming that I will not be able to avoid it anymore.
How do I handle this situation? No mother wants to hear that her child is horrible. No friend wants to hear that another friend thinks that either. I have kept this to myself because the friendship is important to me. Let's face it, we mother hens will tear somebody up over our kids.

The Virgin Posting

Here I am blogging on my first blogspot!
A little of what I envision this blogspot to be:
Dictionary.com shows Whimsical to mean:
1.) given to whimsy or fanciful notions; capricious
2.) of the nature of or proceeding from whimsy, as thoughts or actions
3.) erratic, unpredictable

I think I like #3 best! Erractic and Unpredictable

Dictionary.com defines Musings as:
1.) as an adj----absorbed in thought; meditative
2.) as a noun----contemplation; reflection

So that about sums it up: Erractic and Unpredictable/ Contemplative and reflective --Erratic and contemplative are the operative words.

It may be music, books, recipes that I find and will never make, stupid stuff my husband says, stupid stuff my kids say along with the sweets mixed in. I may just ponder or spout. Who knows . . .stick with me if you're curious!