tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71754962871111601782024-03-05T16:04:02.599-08:00stupid obsessedit's really best not to get hung up on such thingsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger187125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7175496287111160178.post-62530953618789877122013-10-14T16:23:00.000-07:002013-10-14T16:23:07.046-07:00s-l-o-w goingI think I'm making progress, although the scale refuses to move steadily down by one pound each week. it's more like some weeks I'm down a shocking four pounds and other weeks up a sad three pounds. altogether, I think I did lose at least four or five pounds in month one of working out steadily.<br />
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the best thing that's happened is that I'm eagerly working out nearly every day. since I've been released from the tyranny of having to run a half-marathon, I've been having a much better time with my running. I limit it to three days a week: tuesdays and thursdays I run for half an hour at a 1.0 incline at 6.5 mph, then on saturday or sunday I run six miles at roughly a 10min / mile pace. I do the weekend run outside and the weekday runs inside, on the treadmill. I do the shorter runs on a treadmill to keep myself going faster than I'd like to.<br />
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the other days I'm doing yoga. mostly power yoga. yoga is my favorite. while at uga, I had the best ever yoga teacher, ruth allen. I don't know much about <a href="https://www.facebook.com/YogaOutsideAthensGa" target="_blank">yoga outside</a>, but I can say that ruth is the best yoga teacher ever. before I had to get a full-time job in philadelphia, I used to do yoga every day at <a href="http://dhyana-yoga.com/" target="_blank">dhyana yoga</a>. that was when they had jivamukti yoga every day. once I got a real job, I stopped doing yoga, but now I have youtube and Bryan Jones. <br />
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he's no Brian Jones, but he calls breaths with poses and doesn't rush through things just because his practice is called power yoga.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7175496287111160178.post-9511031419975522532013-09-21T19:42:00.001-07:002013-09-21T19:42:46.904-07:00as usual, late to the partyI love Mindy Kaling - like for real. I even impulse bought a digital copy of her book, which is a really big deal for me because I loathe spending money on digital media. that's like one thing I'm hyper old school about. I don't hate digital media, I love it actually. I just insist on using the free kind.<div>
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lately, for work, I've been doing a lot of driving to northeastern PA casinos. they're generally over an hour away, which means I lose my radio signal at some point. so instead of the radio, I listen to (free) podcasts. last week, I listened to Terry Gross interview Mindy Kaling on Fresh Air. for some reason, Terry was getting on my nerves during the interview, but I forgave her when she mentioned Mindy's blog. wha???? More Mindy for free???? I totally wish I could be her friend, but since I don't happen to be batshit crazy, I've reconciled myself to the fact that it's just not going to happen. that's ok though, and now I have <a href="http://mindyephron.blogspot.com/2008/04/london-sole.html" target="_blank">her blog</a>! she hasn't posted in like six years, but whatevs!</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7175496287111160178.post-23141494321453745052013-09-17T06:35:00.001-07:002013-09-17T06:35:11.417-07:00shhh! super-quick sneak postvery slowly finished the half-marathon. nothing to brag about, seriously. ok, well, just a little: I didn't walk at all! plus, I really didn't train during the month leading up to it, so I can't complain about how slowly I jogged.<br />
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this is a breaking news announcement post: I am going to commit to losing 30 pounds in 30 weeks. yeah, I know that isn't crazy or anything, but have you seen me lately? I've been a total commitment-phobe. so it IS a big deal, ok?<br />
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I've been doing a blogilates beginner workout every day for the past week. it's beginning to get addictive. <br />
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I also love the idea of not having to run whenever I can. but still, I'm going to keep running, of course and I've signed up for a 15k in April, which is perfect timing for the 10mile Broad St. Run, which I want to do every year.<br />
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and that's all for now! stay tuned to see how I progress. I promise to weigh in weekly on Wednesdays.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7175496287111160178.post-11048761358906677402013-09-08T13:11:00.001-07:002013-09-08T13:11:55.545-07:00Reader, are you ready? I'm back to blogging! Since last I posted, I've lost about 10 pounds, but I feel like only 7 of those are permanently gone. The other 3 fluctuate and I'm still terrible at doing the things I have to do to lose weight. <br />
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Other things that have happened since I posted last:<br />
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<li>Finished the 10K</li>
<li>Ran a 5-mile run</li>
<li>Cruised through the Broad St. Run (10 miles)</li>
<li>Training for a half-marathon (it's next weekend!)</li>
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What I am going to stop doing: running so much<br />
What I am going to do more of: strength training<br />
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OK, so "running so much" is a somewhat dramatized statement. Yes, I'm notching more weekly miles than I would usually...but I'm not really doing the mileage most people in training to run a half-marathon would be. I'm following a training program, but I've been somewhat lax with the speed workouts for the last month. I just haven't felt much like running and I sort of think that the weekend long runs are dragging me down. Once I'm finished with this race, I'm going to forego all organized runs and go back to running and working out in private.<br />
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The only exception will be the Broad Street Run, which I loved.<br />
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I'm going to try the <a href="http://www.blogilates.com/calendar/beginners-calendar-for-popsters-just-starting-out" target="_blank">Pop Pilates monthly calendars</a>, starting with the one for Beginners (thanks, Heather!). I'm also going to run, but in much shorter increments (3-6 miles). I'll be posting through this experiment. Be back soon!<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7175496287111160178.post-34230552808859810492012-05-29T12:55:00.001-07:002012-05-29T12:56:12.257-07:00really? Really? REALLY? sigh...reallyyesterday marked the beginning of the sixth week of my <a href="http://jeffgalloway.com/training/5k.html">10k training regimen</a>. I have been nearly slavishly devoted to the schedule...except I've been doing a teensy bit more than required for the long runs (I'm up to 5.4 miles in roughly one hour!).<br />
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I've been making great progress with the running, but terrible progress with weight loss. I have not lost one single pound since the beginning of the 10k training! I'm not exaggerating or anything. the scale has been stuck. no weight gain, no weight loss. so now what?<br />
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well, Heather says go radical. that means that I have to cut down on calories. ugh. it's going to be hard. I'm at 1500 per day now, which means that the next step is 1200 per day. smaller meals...sniffle sniffle...no beer (not that I've been too indulgent, but I did have three beers this weekend)...or if drinking no eating (HARD!).<br />
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OK, that's the plan. we'll see how it goes.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7175496287111160178.post-34004601409932529462012-05-24T12:45:00.002-07:002012-05-24T12:45:54.964-07:00quote of the day <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">quote from <a href="http://www.davidlebovitz.com/2012/05/how-i-eat/#more-9167">david lebovitz</a> at davidlebovitz.com</td></tr>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7175496287111160178.post-50415664715452888092012-05-19T07:02:00.002-07:002012-05-19T07:06:28.577-07:00in lieu of having classbest thing to do with an ipad: string various 10-minute <a href="http://www.fitsugar.com/videos/class-fitsugar">fitsugar classes</a> together into a decent strength workout. yesterday, I went to the gym and worked out in the class room to 3x10 minute classes. I wanted to get at least 5 of them in, but chatting and husband conspired to cut the workout short. still, it was a worthwhile effort, and all in all, it's the next best thing to having an actual teacher in the room. besides, you can mix and match the segments that appeal to you, and you have someone to call out the timing and reps. so, if you're like me and need external discipline for non-cardio workouts, try the "tablet" method.
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if you try it, let me know what you think! or tell me which ones you liked.<br />
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if you can't view the videos from my page, go to the <a href="http://www.fitsugar.com/videos/class-fitsugar">fitness video page of fitsugar.com</a> and look for the following workouts: (1) Victoria's Secret Model Workout: 10-Minute Fat-Blasting Circuit, (2) Get a Calorie Burning Workout With This Yoga Flow Series, & (3) 10-Minute Bikini Body WorkoutUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7175496287111160178.post-39411084518969602512012-05-18T07:53:00.000-07:002012-05-18T07:53:39.583-07:00carbs carbs carbs - I lurv carbshave I mentioned that I tried the infamous nearly zero carbs diet for a few weeks? it (surprisingly) wasn't a disaster, and actually helped me to lose about ten pounds without cutting calories and without wanting to kill anyone. I was pretty liberal with the fats - as in, sure, I'll eat that slim jim (yes, I did). <br />
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the oddest side affect of the diet was that I couldn't stop myself from having KFC extra crispy. my friend, Heather, set me off by reminding me that KFC existed, and once that happened, it was all over. a couple of months later, I was at the drive through buying 8 pieces...I didn't wolf them all down at once, or anything as sordid as that, but I certainly ate a few of the pieces throughout the week. they were SO GOOD, obviously not zero carb due to breading, but if you're judicious about it, you can still eat low carb and lose weight while incorporating fried chicken into your diet (hm, maybe I can publish the fried chicken diet). <br />
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I'm over it now, thank goodness (ask me about McDonald's and pregnancy #2 sometime)...<br />
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I'm also over the low carb diet. it stopped working after that initial ten pounds. I suspect that the lack of sustained efficacy had something to do with the fact that it was impossible for me to cut the fatty things out and still feel OK with eating so few carbs. to actually begin moderating my caloric intake, I added carbs back in so that I'd feel happier - rice is AWESOME (stay tuned for the bi bim bop diet). I'm not sure that running and low carb go together. vegetarian and low carb is really hard. vegan and low carb is nearly impossible. not that I'm either or those, but I am trying to be more conscious of how much meat I consume. <br />
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even still, it's really annoying that body chemistry has to be so complicated. why do I have to trick my body into using fat as energy? if my body has so little intention of using fat for fuel, then why is it so good at turning food into fat and packing it away? I'm not a hoarder and it bothers me that my body is. I swear that my body is utterly determined to keep as many calories as it can. take my pregnancies as evidence: I've had two children and have not gone into labor once. why is that? well, obviously because my body was intent upon resorbing those nutrients and energy! I rest my case.<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7175496287111160178.post-85344628766874484612012-05-17T06:42:00.001-07:002012-05-17T06:46:39.698-07:00pre mortemthis is where I am with my life: I have created a detailed eating schedule. and now you likely understand the title of this blog. there are two versions of the schedule; one version is for when I can work out at noon, the other version is for when I can't. weekends are flexible, but believe me, my brain still does the accounting, even if I let myself have cheats.<br />
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<u><strong>"the schedule" version 1 - workout at noon</strong></u><br />
8:30am breakfast = not to exceed 200 calories<br />
10 - 10:30am snack = not to exceed 100 calories<br />
11:30am snack = not to exceed 100 calories. must be mixture of simple carb & protein<br />
1:15-1:30pm lunch = not to exceed 400 calories<br />
3pm snack = not to exceed 100 calories<br />
4:30 - 5:30pm snack = not to exceed 100 calories<br />
6-6:30pm dinner = not to exceed 400 calories<br />
8pm if I must = not to exceed 100 calories<br />
Grand Total = 1500 calories<br />
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<u><strong>"the schedule" version 2 - eat at noon</strong></u><br />
8:30am breakfast = not to exceed 200 calories<br />
10am snack = not to exceed 100 calories<br />
11am snack = not to exceed 100 calories<br />
12pm lunch = not to exceed 400 calories<br />
2-3pm snack = not to exceed 100 calories<br />
4:30pm snack = not to exceed 100 calories. must be mixture of simple carb & protein<br />
6-6:30pm dinner = not to exceed 400 calories<br />
8pm if I must = not to exceed 100 calories<br />
Grand Total = 1500 calories<br />
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so far, it's working for me, which means that I'm not cheating or unduly crabby. it's only been a few days, but I swear that my pants are fitting a teensy bit better. <br />
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plus, I'm in week 4 of my <a href="http://jeffgalloway.com/training/5k.html">10K training plan</a> (on the page, the 10K plan is below 5K plan), which mandates working out 6 days per week. I have actually started looking forward to my Sunday long runs, which is surprising. last week I ran a little over 4 miles - without stopping! sure, they were 12 minute miles, but it was still a huge victory to me. I'm a little anxious that I won't make it to 5 and 6 miles...I'd like to say that my goal for October is to run the 10K in an hour, but I have no idea whether or not I'll be able to do that. 3 weeks ago, I was thinking that I'd never be able to run for one hour, but I must say that just slowing down for the long run makes ALL the difference. for my shorter runs, I run at 6 - 7 mph, but mostly in intervals. I do my tempo runs at at least 6mph and my goal is to build up to as long as I can go at that speed at a 1 incline. I must say that I LOVE doing my non-long runs on the treadmill because it makes tempos and intervals so much easier to monitor.</div>
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I'm also converting into a strength-training fanatic. I can actually tell that my runs get easier as my core gets stronger. sadly, this love of gaining strength does not translate into actual discipline. if I'm not in a class or following along on a video, I am likely to be daydreaming and crapping out on reps. oh well, thank goodness for online videos and free classes at the free gym.</div>
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and yes, I cannot stop reading <a href="http://www.fitsugar.com/">fitsugar</a>. what can I say? I love magazines and blogs. and I also love celebrity fitness. it blends reading about exercising with reading us weekly. what's not to love about that? and who doesn't want a body like gwyneth paltrow and / or cameron diaz? so what if I have a thing for blonds? you wanna step? you got beef with me?<br />
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it's twisted, but I love reading about running. when I was in high school, I used to read a magazine called ultra runner. I've never run more than 13 miles in a row, and I've never really wanted to, but it was still completely fascinating to read about people doing >50 mile runs. imagine having to carry toilet paper with you on a run. <br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7175496287111160178.post-90465553125610918062012-05-08T12:43:00.000-07:002012-05-09T08:32:21.510-07:00blech, lunch sucked<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">
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so I'm in the third week of my 10K training. I love it. it gives me something to feel committed to, which has been a big boon to me in terms of motivation. I NEED motivation these days. yesterday was a cross-training day, today is a normal run day (that means running as quickly as possible and intervals - for me, as quickly as possible = 6 - 6.5 mph with a few walking breaks and incline between 1 and 2). my long run last Sunday was a happy one for me because I exceeded my goal of 30 continuous minutes. I went for 40 minutes and ran 12 minute miles, which for me is great (I followed Jeff Galloway's advice and went 2 minutes slower than regular runs - it works!). </div>
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cookies, of course (and for cookie monster, duh), and now, for me, calories. I swear that since I started working out, I've gained weight. sigh, my friend, Katie (who has also signed up for the same 10K - I'll be running with team K8 if Kermit signs up too), says it could be water weight, but I don't know. I started a spreadsheet of calories consumed. I suppose we'll see...<br />
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inspired by Heather, I have started taking a walk every half hour at work (every twenty minutes would be a better interval, but corporate life demands compromises) - up three flights of stairs, then back down. there was a NY Times article that detailed the benefits of this type of conditioning, and it was convincing enough to persuade both of us to give it a go. Heather is also practicing her balance while watching TV and brushing her teeth. I've given up TV (in exchange for sleep) so maybe I'll balance whilst cooking. <br />
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I forgot my gym clothes today. that's super annoying. I was going to run out and buy some new ones, then head to the gym, but when I realized that I'd also have to buy shoes of some sort, I dropped that idea. instead, I resigned myself to skipping the strength workout (I'll have to do it Saturday or Sunday) and ate lunch at my desk. I had masaman curry with brocolli, asparagus, and tofu - best nearly instant dinner ever. I decided that I'd cruise the internet for a good strength training regimen for runners, and I came across a website called <a href="http://www.fitsugar.com/">fitsugar</a>. it looks pretty fun. that's where I'm headed now. strength workout tomorrw, "long run" on Sunday. seeya!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7175496287111160178.post-10804883682660679192012-04-26T11:07:00.000-07:002012-04-26T11:07:12.089-07:00sometimes you need a little extra oompfso, monday was my first day of 10k training, but it was a rest day (I took my dog on a long, brisk walk). I'm not making that up, by the way, I'm following a real schedule that was put together by someone other than me, and on the first day, you rest. hence, Tuesday was my very first run of my very first 10k training plan.<br />
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a month ago (or so) I stopped eating most carbohydrates (I know!). I skimmed a book, titled, Why We Get Fat and What to Do About It, and it convinced me to cut out all unecessary carbs. so, out went bread, rice, crackers, sweets & etc. it was hard at first, but I've gotten used to it. for me, the key was to eat a tiny sweet at least once a day to keep the other cravings at bay. I also allow myself a cheat day, but I don't go crazy (unless you call eating a veggie samosa crazy - I don't, I call it crazy delicious). <br />
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anyway, my boss brings in a home-baked treat every Monday morning. I NEVER eat them. however, I heard SO MANY yummy noises coming from near her office door the other day (which happened to be a Tuesday, but she wasn't here Monday and she's that committed to baking for the office) that I buckled and took one of what looked to be a fairly thick chocolate cookie. I ate it on the way to my son's daycare where I was scheduled to make butter with his class. I decided that it would be extra fuel for my very first official 10k run. <br />
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the cookie was so amazingly delicious that as I had the first bite in my mouth, I nearly pounded the steering wheel and said out loud in my best Special Agent Dale Cooper voice, "That is one damn fine cookie, Diane." I got the <a href="http://littlebluehen.com/?p=1840">link to the recipe</a> today - it was that good. the chocolate cookie looked thick because there was peanut butter hiding inside. for me, that is a very nice surprise.<br />
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since yesterday was a run day, today was a rest/cross train day. I went to a spin class during lunch and came back beet red and feeling like my face was pulsing. I had a meeting at 1pm, which meant that I had to bring my lunch and pulsate throughout the meeting. even though I was already sweaty, I got soup because nothing else in the cafeteria was calling to me. have you ever heard someone tell you that if you're hot you should drink or eat something hot because it will cool you down? well it works, I swear it did. as soon as I began to eat the soup, I began to cool off, and it wasn't because I was just normally cooling off. I'm usually a pulsing hot mess for at least 45 minutes after working out.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7175496287111160178.post-37393528394676645772012-04-23T08:55:00.000-07:002012-04-23T08:57:43.033-07:00new post, new goal, new obsessionswow, I have been away for a LONG time. what's been going on? oh not much, just experiencing sheer insanity. but that's OK because where it counts my life is a placid, happy place.<br />
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I just signed up for my very FIRST race. yeah, I used to run cross country, winter, and spring track when I was a teenager, and although I did continue running through much of my adult life, I've never run a community organized race. <br />
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I tend to be a sucker for magazines placed in the impulse section of the check out line and I let myself buy one about every six months. yesterday I bought and read a running magazine (<u>Running Times</u>). it made me nostalgic for my running days. today I signed up for the Runner's World 10K in Bethlehem, PA. it doesn't happen until the third week of October, so if I can't run 6 miles by then, then I just totally suck.<br />
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actually, considering the fact that I haven't run regularly since month five of my first pregnancy, there's a pretty decent chance that I won't finish this 10K. it amazes me, when I consider my history of compulsive running and exercising, that I haven't fallen back into that pattern AT ALL since Henry's birth, four years ago.<br />
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but now I have an official completion date for "getting into shape." John has signed on to "support me" in this endeavor. I have found inspirational words on a website called, <a href="http://jeffgalloway.com/">Run Injury Free with Jeff Galloway</a>. nothing can stop me now! well, nothing except my tendency towards torpor.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7175496287111160178.post-1986112098828257512011-11-16T04:30:00.001-08:002011-11-16T05:16:38.263-08:00I'm alive!here I am! I think I may be emerging from a lack-of-sleep induced black hole - with some good news, to boot. I found my <a href="http://stupidobsessed.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-sorry-sheepies.html">whole body ugg</a>. it's not form-fitting, and it doesn't have sleeves like a snuggie, but it is AWESOME. it's a <a href="http://www.restorationhardware.com/catalog/category/products.jsp?categoryId=cat1640004">faux-fur throw</a> from restoration hardware.<br />
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my advice is, "get one now. you may not think you need it, but once you have it, you won't be able to imagine life without it." for those who have children or pets, it's exactly that feeling you get when you think about how much more simple your life would be without them (children and / or pets), but then you realize you can't even imagine how empty it would be to go back to your life before you had them (children and / or pets). these throws may end up being my go-to wedding gift (for when there's no registry, of course). to get the best deal, find an outlet and purchase when they're on sale. they are pretty dear, I'm not going to lie - mine cost $58 after a 20% discount on top of an already discounted price - but they are SO worth it that I want another one! the desire for a second one isn't rational. it's a wholly emotional reaction to how wonderful the first one is. they're heavy (in that great blanket weight way), super-soft, look great on a couch, and oh so uber comforting. mine is the mink color. I'm about 5'3" and it's the perfect length for me. I can't think of a better way to spend my winter than curled up on my couch, with a fire going in the fire place, and reading a book. kids? what kids? husband? what husband? dogs and cat = extra fur supplement to my faux fur. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7175496287111160178.post-13562569549246464172011-10-18T14:57:00.000-07:002011-10-18T14:57:13.471-07:00I'm sorry sheepies<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I apologize, but you have beautifully soft locks and hide that clad my feet and legs and make me all warm and cozy. I am so happy that I can wear you. my only sadness is that I don't have a full-body suit. I know that those are "bad" thoughts, maybe even "perverse," but I live in a stone house, and I need all the coziness I can get.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7175496287111160178.post-89331493097456420282011-10-18T14:52:00.001-07:002011-10-18T14:52:20.571-07:00my vote is old and stupidok, I couldn't hang with the dynamic view. I didn't know where the links were. I didn't know how to post. I didn't know where the pages went. ai yi yi.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7175496287111160178.post-4517502832699925702011-10-10T05:32:00.000-07:002011-10-10T05:32:54.599-07:00is it just too confusing, or am I just too old?so yes, I am a blogger hold out. not having moved my site over to an application like tmblr and my own domain makes me feel like I'm still using an aol email address (no offense). but I did take blogger's suggestion to make my blog views "dynamic." I think it looks pretty cool (and I know it would be even better if I'd make some regular entries), but it's sort of confusing. for example, it took me nearly a minute to figure out what I had to do to write a new post. but that's neither here nor there for you, dear reader. what I'm wondering is, is it obvious which entry is the newest entry? do you get confused when you land on the page, or does it all just make sense to you?<br />
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I was recently out riding with a virtual stranger for work, and we totally bonded over food. andy, who was driving me around (letting me tag along with him as he worked), is Korean and he told me about what sounded to me like the most wonderful place in the world, <a href="http://www.koreatimes.co.kr/www/news/special/2008/09/139_30533.html">Jeju Island</a>. as andy described the island to me, it was evident that he thought so too, and then once he actually began to reminisce about his experience there, he got all dewy eyed and daydreamy. sigh. so Jeju island is not simply beautiful, it's also uniquely delicious. you go there, hang out on a rock and drink <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soju">soju</a>, while women dive (<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haenyeo">haenyo</a>) without oxygen to bring up super fresh seafood snacks for you. they go down armed with only masks, nets, knives, and wet suits. it's not only a lovely time, but apparently very sustainable as well. andy said it was such an impressively awesome experience that even though he ingested a decent amount of soju, he didn't feel drunk at all.<br />
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I've been having some serious escape fantasies lately. I think it's the lack of uninterrupted sleep in my life. <br />
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so have you noticed that Korea is the new Japan? it seemed to begin with electronic appliances (tvs & etc.), then went on to cars, and now it's pop culture all over the place. for me, it's like having a new psyche in my world to adjust to. it strikes me as dark. the funny thing is that Japan has never felt foreign to me. maybe because I grew up with it, but I also see it as an inviting culture (at least its arts culture). Henry has been watching something called <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eon_Kid">Eon Kid</a>. it's Korean, dark, creepy, and terrifying. I've tried to get him to give it up, but no dice so far (thanks, John!). the protagonist is a kid, with the power of an iron fist.<br />
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I don't want to be ethnocentric, but Eon Kid freaks me out. why can't henry just watch innocent <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fruits_Basket">Fruits Basket</a>?</div>
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scored my new uggs. I got chocolate tall. rather than try on a variety of different colors and styles, I went straight to mail order. on the advice of Kate (since she's my ugg authority), I ordered them from <a href="http://www.zappos.com/ugg-classic-tall-chocolate">Zappos</a>. they arrived next day even with free shipping. hello sheepskin. here I am, in my new boots:</div>
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it's a little dark near my feet, so you probably can't see the boots. even though I don't really want to see summer end, I do want to wear my boots. my plan for work this winter is, dress+boots = don't need to think in the mornings.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7175496287111160178.post-56910941011778191792011-08-03T12:54:00.000-07:002011-08-03T12:55:01.249-07:00this is the year!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlpbQdhqa3vH8pzaQ_P8vCaSEsE2L_DlLu_G10-RyrPwPkroCKzgvk1ylIMoyYXSITSVHp2Ymz8Vyc33EEowFckRt_gjlxJ_LryDzXMLc0udHN7D7z2CHLNyzYZnAdpxLk9JemUD48tqI/s1600/uggs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="213" width="260" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlpbQdhqa3vH8pzaQ_P8vCaSEsE2L_DlLu_G10-RyrPwPkroCKzgvk1ylIMoyYXSITSVHp2Ymz8Vyc33EEowFckRt_gjlxJ_LryDzXMLc0udHN7D7z2CHLNyzYZnAdpxLk9JemUD48tqI/s400/uggs.jpg" /></a></div><br />
despite the fact that the aforementioned Kate has told me every year since I've known her that I must buy uggs, I haven't. I've always thought that they'd just make my legs look like tree trunks and because I'm not a skinny person, I'd look like the michelin man when wearing them (truth is that I often look like that without them). well, I woke up the other day, and decided - PEOPLE, I'm going to get me some Uggs.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7175496287111160178.post-17495384532156989462011-08-02T13:14:00.000-07:002011-08-02T13:14:36.662-07:00I suppose they have to loom over somethingonce upon a time, I used to work with a girl named Kate. she was there when I moved into my very first corporate cubicle, and I was there when she spent nearly one entire work day creating a will ferrell ring tone (chicken pot chicken pot chicken pot pie). she proposed a magical date that we never went on: outlet mall + cici's pizza. that was really more of a John kind of day, but he was invited. <br />
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fast forward about a year and a half, I'm on baby number two, and John and I decided to finally take a drive to the outlet mall. this is what we found.<br />
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of course we knew there was a nuclear reactor in Limerick, PA, but we didn't really think about it all that much. what we didn't expect was that it would be nestled so close to the shopping area. it took our breath away. make what you will out of that statement.<br />
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it's hard to be so big these days. I finally scraped up my self-esteem and went clothes shopping. it does make me feel better to have some outfits that don't make me look like a totally dumpy sad sack, but people, it's hard to keep running in the mornings, when all I want to do is SLEEP. I'm waiting for my infant to grow up, but then I won't have a baby any more...it's a conundrumUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7175496287111160178.post-3028782306012650642011-07-26T13:13:00.000-07:002011-07-26T13:13:00.414-07:00mmmm vacation and eatingfor those of you who want to disappear into a serious fantasy posthaste, check out <a href="http://www.davidlebovitz.com/">this blog</a>. sigh. dreaminess.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7175496287111160178.post-70933241225495188202011-07-25T05:45:00.000-07:002011-07-25T05:45:35.549-07:00moonlightingI've been totally remiss here because I've been feeling less than sparkly lately. I'm not positive, but it may be due to lack of sleep. not that I'm traumatically under-rested, I'm just not at my usual deep sleep level. <br />
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not that I would ever complain about such a squish-able baby! and besides, if I'm being completely honest, I've also been moonlighting on another site. a site that's completely unrelated to most of my life, and I've been in the closet about it. but, I'm ready to cop. it's called <a href="http://previouspod.blogspot.com">previous pod</a>, and it's about super-old <a href="http://www.engadget.com/">Engadget</a> podcasts. how old? so old that not only is the technology out-of-date, but the hosts have all left Engadget for greener pastures. they're currently writing and podcasting from <a href="http://www.thisismynext.com">This Is My Next</a>, and will shortly be launching a site called, <a href="http://www.theverge.com">The Verge</a>. <br />
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it's weird.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7175496287111160178.post-27367003151295558262011-06-30T05:18:00.000-07:002011-06-30T09:47:56.449-07:00out of touch much?this is how far removed from popular culture I am these days...<br />
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this morning, I am beseiged by the following thought, "what does it mean that I'm totally obsessed by <a href="http://turntable.fm">turntable.fm</a>?"<br />
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there are implications here, serious ones, for my IDENTITY. which, by the way is in CRISIS. <br />
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