Well I woke up feeling energized and I just could not stay in bed any longer. It was 7:00. So for my long walk…. I really wanted to touch all 6 bridges on both sides again, but my ankle is sore. So, no I will not push it. I might have, but lessons shared are greatly appreciated. My thoughts and best wishes are with Tatiana for a speedy recovery.
I want to believe that I would not have pushed myself today, but I very well may have tried to do more then I should have. So today I only did a slow, relaxed 30 minute walk. And I did 50 minutes of pilates. Not sure why my ankle is the way it is. Yesterday all I did was weights at the gym and none of them should have hindered my ankle. Perhaps it was all that waiting in line to check out at the grocery store.
Anyways, I was thinking about whole foods and also what Lena said in response to my blog on this topic. One does not need a whole foods store to shop whole foods. Whole foods are simple unprocessed foods. Most of the foods on the outer most perimeter of grocery stores are unprocessed or the least processed. In the middle isles you have low processed foods to, but label reading is critical. I stocked up on the brown rice yesterday as I was out. The Mexican buckwheat casserole was just fine the other day, but I think rice would have been ideal. So we shop everywhere - Sobey’s, Walmart, SuperStore, Costco, Safeway, Co-op, and even London Drugs. They rock for foods though they are usually processed but you can find many treasures there like East Indian food packages with no awful chemicals. Some dishes are higher in fat, but it is a treat and I love the NO additives and preservatives. There are so many natural spices, foods and vitamins that preserve the shelf life of foods for a bit longer. Plus I guess it is how you package things too, air tight? Not sure. Anyways, I try to make good choices by reading labels and enjoying the variety at all the stores. Like I say in my profile, I AIM for whole foods because the nutrients are there instead of being lost or decreased during processing. I am sure some have whole foods only, but I need my couple cans of veggies/fruit on hand and frozen fruit and veggies. It just makes life easy. And sometimes I think easy is better. I even have white foods that are processed on hand because David suggested them and they are a better choice in a pinch then say ordering take-out when you are exhausted when you get home. I say this as I remember we have a couple containers of white rice and Thai Red and Green Curry. I guess in order to choose them we must know we have them…lmao Nice.
I have no idea of what I am doing at the gym, except that I am just learning as I go. I use to just do whatever there… a long time ago when I was overweight. Then likely my clothes would not fit right because I had some bulging muscles like I have gained weight. Well, having muscle is great for the metabolism because muscles burn a lot more calories. David says you have to eat more to put on muscle and this may be. But I seem to be doing quite well at putting a little muscle on with 1400-1700 calories. Or maybe I am just losing fat and it seems like I am gaining muscle ?? Either way, I will take that!
I REALLY found it to be a good time to workout hard around Thanksgiving when my caloires were up. So good. Enjoy the feast and use the calories for the greater good. But I want to be toned, so I think what I am doing is all right. I am afraid to do more weight. Perhaps I am getting to the point where I will have to increase the weight (just does not seem to feel like much), but yeh, nervous! Try it slowly??? I am a new duck out for my first swim!!! One of my buddies said it best. I am sculpting my body. I don’t want to bulk up like the Hulk…hehe. I think I may risk achieving things really slow and that seems ok and even better then doing things wrong. The experts also say that it is hard for woman to put on muscle/bulk up. REALLY ??? They know more then me. But if I push things, I think I could bulk up…lol
This was my routine yesterday at the gym. Yesterday I felt energized and today I feel only a slight twinge in my triceps (thank god). As woman I think we all have that water wing effect. SO it was not much of a weight training session. I would say it was more cardio in a way because I did things pretty much continuously.
To explain how things are - I push my upper body because I can. But I am a little apprehensive with my lower because I do sometimes have some arthritic like pain in my knees and ankles. SO I KEEP THE WEIGHTS LOW. I feel so little after the workout though. Maybe I will ask a fitness trainer what they think sometime. But realistically, I know I have to listen to the pains of my own body. A trainer can tell me an opinion, but I know my body. I just realized something. My knee feels better then usual. That is really awesome! So my giggly legs (which are improving by the week) will just have to be patient!
Triceps - 5 sets x 15 reps @ 40 lbs (there are different tricep machines - this one is the kind where you press the weight down and it is NOT over your head. You sit and rest arms on these pads and then press down. NOT as hard as it seems. IF this was over my head or some other kind of machine, I COULD NOT do 40 lbs…hehe)
Shoulders - 5 x 10 @ 30
Pec Fly - 5 x 15 @ 35
Biceps - 1 X 30 @ 15 (I keep this low because my biceps are just naturally pretty good, where as it is the other surrounding muscle groups that seriously need to get caught up.)
Verticle Bench - 3 x 15 @ 30
Abs - 4 x 25 @ 100
Torso Twist - 4 x 15 @ 35 (x 2, both sides)
Back Extension - 1 x 30 @ 90
Inner Thigh - 5 x 15 @ 100
Outer Thigh - 5 x 15 @ 100
Leg Press - 1 x 10 @ 90 & 5 x 10 @ 105 (There is a chance that my ankle may be twingy because of this exercise OR it could be the weather….lol Seriously though, I hardly exerted any effort with this exercise.)
Leg Extension - 4 x 10 @ 40
Leg Curl - 4 x 10 @ 60
Since I can not be bothered to go to the gym everyday, we go 1-2 times a week and then I do everything. None of my muscles are overly exhausted like a heavy duty trainer….hehe, so I do everything and that’s just my preference. I guess body builders might only do legs one day and then upper body the next. NOT for me. I do not really like the gym. I just want to get the job done. I have tapes/DVDs and the elliptical at home. I am not a gym person for life I CAN TELL YOU. I know there are so good activities and exercises that one can do at home. I still love my Get Ripped dvds the best of all. I do not have to think. I just have to rely on one smart lady, Jari Love who tells me what to do when. It’s like meditation, but not quite. So why go to the gym? The variety, nice results-sculpting ;)!
Hope everyone is having a great weekend or has had one. *hugs*
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Favorite story from Grade 10 English…..
(This story came to memory the other day as I was trying to tell someone to go ahead and they were telling me to go. And back and forth. INDECISION! And then I said, “NO NO after YOU my dear Alphonse.” I thought my English teacher was just sharing it with us because it was so sweet. As I tried to find it and it is public domain, I learned it is actually a part of the grade 10 curriculum.)
SHIRLEY JACKSON
After You, My Dear Alphonse
Children not infrequently put their elders to shame. In this story, the innocent eye is at work with all its resultant irony.
Mrs. Wilson was just taking the gingerbread out of the oven when she heard Johnny outside talking to someone.
“Johnny,” she called, “you’re late. Come in and get your lunch.”
“Just a minute, Mother,” Johnny said. “After you, my dear Alphonse.”
“After you, my dear Alphonse,” another voice said.
“No, after you, my dear Alphonse,” Johnny said.
Mrs. Wilson opened the door. “Johnny,” she said, “you come in this minute and get your lunch. You can play after you’ve eaten.”
Johnny came in after her, slowly. “Mother,” he said, “I brought Boyd home for lunch with me.
“Boyd?” Mrs. Wilson thought for a moment. “I don’t believe I’ve met Boyd. Bring him in, dear, since you’ve invited him. Lunch is ready.”
“Boyd!” Johnny yelled. “Hey, Boyd, come on
“I’m coming. Just got to unload this stuff.”
“Well, hurry, or my mother’ll be sore.”
“Johnny, that’s not very polite to either your friend or your mother,” Mrs. Wilson said. “Come sit down, Boyd.”
As she turned to show Boyd where to sit, she saw he was a Negro boy, smaller than Johnny but about the same age. His arms were loaded with split kindling wood. “Where’ll I put this stuff, Johnny?” he asked.
Mrs. Wilson turned to Johnny. “Johnny,” she said, “what is that wood?”
“Dead Japanese,” Johnny said mildly. “We stand them in the ground and run over them with tanks.”
“How do you do, Mrs. Wilson?” Boyd said. “How do you do, Boyd? You shouldn’t let Johnny make you carry all that wood. Sit down now and eat lunch, both of you.
“Why shouldn’t he carry the wood, Mother? It’s his wood. We got it at his place.”
“Johnny,” Mrs. Wilson said, “go on and eat your lunch.”
“Sure,” Johnny said. He held out the dish of scrambled eggs to Boyd. “After you, my dear Alphonse.”
“After you, my dear Alphonse,” Boyd said. “After you, my dear Alphonse,” Johnny said. They began to giggle.
“Are you hungry, Boyd?” Mrs. Wilson asked.
“Yes, Mrs. Wilson.”
“Well, don’t you let Johnny stop you. He always fusses about eating, so you just see that you get a good lunch. There’s plenty of food here for you to have all you want.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Wilson.”
“Come on, Alphonse,” Johnny said. He pushed half the scrambled eggs on to Boyd’s plate. Boyd watched while Mrs. Wilson put a dish of stewed tomatoes beside his plate.
“Boyd don’t eat tomatoes, do you, Boyd?” Johnny said.
“Doesn’t eat tomatoes, Johnny. And just because you don’t like them, don’t say that about Boyd. Boyd will eat anything.”
“Bet he won’t,” Johnny said, attacking his scrambled eggs.
“Boyd wants to grow up and be a big strong man so he can work hard,” Mrs. Wilson said. “I’ll bet Boyd’s father eats stewed tomatoes.”
“My father eats anything he wants to,” Boyd said.
“So does mine,” Johnny said. “Sometimes he doesn’t eat hardly anything. He’s a little guy, though. Wouldn’t hurt a flea.”
“Mine’s a little guy, too,” Boyd said.
“I’ll bet he’s strong, though,” Mrs. Wilson said. She hesitated. “Does he . . . work?”
“Sure,” Johnny said. “Boyd’s father works in a factory.”
“There, you see?” Mrs. Wilson said. “And he certainly has to be strong to do that—all that lifting and carrying at a factory.”
“Boyd’s father doesn’t have to,” Johnny said. “He’s a foreman.”
Mrs. Wilson felt defeated. “What does your mother do, Boyd?”
“My mother?” Boyd was surprised. “She takes care of us kids.”
“Oh. She doesn’t work, then?”
“Why should she?” Johnny said through a mouthful of eggs. “You don’t work.”
“You really don’t want any stewed tomatoes, Boyd?”
“No, thank you, Mrs. Wilson,” Boyd said.
“No, thank you, Mrs. Wilson, no, thank you, Mrs. Wilson, no, thank you, Mrs. Wilson,” Johnny said. “Boyd’s sister’s going to work, though. She’s going to be a teacher.”
“That’s a very fine attitude for her to have, Boyd.” Mrs. Wilson restrained an impulse to pat Boyd on the head. “I imagine you’re all very proud of her?”
“I guess so,” Boyd said.
“What about all your other brothers and sisters? I guess all of you want to make just as much of yourselves as you can.
“There’s only me and Jean,” Boyd said. “I don’t know yet what I want to be when I grow up.
“We’re going to be tank drivers, Boyd and me,” Johnny said. “Zoom.” Mrs. Wilson caught Boyd’s glass of milk as Johnny’s napkin ring, suddenly transformed into a tank, plowed heavily across the table.
“Look, Johnny,” Boyd said. “Here’s a foxhole. I’m shooting at you.”
Mrs. Wilson, with the speed born of long experience, took the gingerbread off the shelf and placed it carefully between the tank and the foxhole.
“Now eat as much as you want to, Boyd,” she said. “I want to see you get filled up.”
“Boyd eats a lot, but not as much as I do,” Johnny said. “I’m bigger than he is.”
“You’re not much bigger,” Boyd said. “I can beat you running.”
Mrs. Wilson took a deep breath. “Boyd,” she said. Both boys turned to her. “Boyd, Johnny has some suits that are a little too small for him, and a winter coat. It’s not new, of course, but there’s lots of wear in it still. And I have a few dresses that your mother or sister could probably use. Your mother can make them over into lots of things for all of you, and I’d be very happy to give them to you. Suppose before you leave I make up a big bundle and then you and Johnny can take it over to your mother right away
Her voice trailed off as she saw Boyd’s puzzled expression.
“But I have plenty of clothes, thank you,” he said. “And I don’t think my mother knows how to sew very well, and anyway I guess we buy about everything we need. Thank you very much though.”
“We don’t have time to carry that old stuff around, Mother,” Johnny said. “We got to play tanks with the kids today.”
Mrs. Wilson lifted the plate of gingerbread off the table as Boyd was about to take another piece. “There are many little boys like you, Boyd, who would be grateful for the clothes someone was kind enough to give them.”
“Boyd will take them if you want him to, Mother,” Johnny said.
“I didn’t mean to make you mad, Mrs. Wilson,” Boyd said.
“Don’t think I’m angry, Boyd. I’m just disappointed in you, that’s all. Now let’s not say anything more about it.”
She began clearing the plates off the table, and Johnny took Boyd’s hand and pulled him to the door. “‘Bye, Mother,” Johnny said. Boyd stood for a minute, staring at Mrs. Wilson’s back.
“After you, my dear Alphonse,” Johnny said, holding the door open.
“Is your mother still mad?” Mrs. Wilson heard Boyd ask in a low voice.
“I don’t know,” Johnny said. “She’s screwy sometimes.”
“So’s mine,” Boyd said. He hesitated. “After you, my dear Alphonse.”
SO CUTE!