Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Weekly Update, 4/28/10 (OMB! Edition)

Happy Wednesday!

First of all, thanks for sharing your insights on coke/soda/pop! I'm a word geek, so the regional variations are fun for me! I know that out here in California, we generally call it "soda"; in Michigan, where Mr. Handsome-and-Handy's family resides, it's "pop," and the "o" is pronounced somewhere between an "o" and an "a," so it sounds more like "pap." I've never heard of it being called "coke," and I lived in North Carolina for 6 months--which I realize is not Tennessee, but is close. So far, the soda issue has been a non-issue. The Things generally drink water or milk at home.  I suspect we'll handle soda the way we do fruit juice or punch: allowed outside home or when we host parties, but we won't go out of our way to buy it.  For parties we host, we'll still favor real fruit juice or something like sparkling fruit juice if they want something fizzy, or maybe use your make-your-own-soda-with-fruit-juice ideas, I liked those!


OMB!

Thanks, Debby of Debby Weighs In, for the "Oh My Blog" award! Woo hooo!!!!


Here's what I get to do:
  1. Get really excited that you got the coolest award EVER! (DULY ACCOMPLISHED)
  2. Choose ONE of the following options of accepting the OMB award:
    1. Get really drunk and blog for 15 minutes straight, or for as long as you can focus.
    2. Write about your most embarrassing moment.
    3. Write a “Soundtrack of your childhood” post.
    4. Make your next blog a ‘vlog’/video blog. Basically, you’re talking to the camera about whatever.
    5. Take a picture of yourself first thing in the morning, before you do anything else (hair, make up, etc)and post it.
  3. Pass the award on to at least three, but preferably more, awesome bloggers as yourself. Don’t forget to tell them.

And my "pass-it-on" picks are...oh my. I have too many bloggers who inspire me with their awesomeness. But for this one, I'm going to pick the following people. (And gals, I will not be offended if you choose to opt out or not pass it on, but I thought you might enjoy playing):
  • Christie O of Baby Tea Leaves, who constantly inspires me with her Iron HumanitarianHotmama-ness and to our delight also enjoys writing about item 2.2.
  • My favorite yogi, Ms. Fatterton, of The Weight-Loss Blog of Fattie Fatterton. Did you know that she and Future Hubby are walking the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure 5K? You go, girl!!!  Thanks to you both, on behalf of my mom, aunt, cousin-in-law, and childhood friend, all breast cancer survivors.  It touches so many people.
  • Brooke of Smart + Strong = Sexy, who just experienced a terrific breakthrough and is training for her first sprint triathlon!
  • Josie (the Runner!) of 35 and Shrinking for her irrepressible optimism and amazing successes in health and fitness!

As I told Debby, perhaps if I combine ALL of the #2 options, it would result in a *new* most embarrassing moment. Entertaining as that may be for all y'all, I think the online world is really better off without a first-thing-in-the-morning drunken vlog of me singing "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Stayin' Alive! Stayin' Alive!" Truly.

So I'm going with embarrassing moments. You all know that I love me some fitness misadventures. Scattering belongings across the bike course in a triathlon? Sporting a wetsuit and swimcap in public places with camerapeople? Farting in Pilates class? Forgetting my t-shirt for BodyPump class and baring my midriff in all its fluffy glory (and nearly spilling the girls out of the inadequate sports bra) rather than miss class? Wearing the wrong clothes (loose t-shirt and very undergarment-looking bra) for yoga class inversions? All just more fodder for the blog.

But they're nothing compared to my most embarrassing moment. Which wasn't in high school, when I helped set up a volleyball net at the beach, slipped, and dangled from the horn cleat (the t-shaped thing around which you wind the rope) before my sweatpants gave way with a hearty "rrrrrrrrrrip!" and left me sprawled on the ground. With a big ol' rip in the front of my pants. Nope, that wasn't it. It was fall of my first year in middle school, and our PE teacher's #1 rule was to take our clothes home every weekend and wash out the gym class funk. Made sense, even if you weren't a very modest and rule-abiding lass like myself. (Hey, quit snickering out there!) Unfortunately, I forgot my clothes one Friday. When I tried to go to the locker room after school, it was...well...locked. So I went to the office to ask to be let in. The very trusting secretary gave me the key, and when I put it in the door and started to open it, I was face to face with a man! It was the coach of the visiting football team. Apparently, since the high school games were played on the middle school field, the visiting team got the girls' locker room. A whole room full of teen boys in various states of undress let out an uproar. I blushed a hue of red not commonly seen in nature. Yet, I persisted! (*groan*. I know.) I allowed the coach to escort me to my locker. More hooting and cat-calls. I dialed the combination with trembling hands, and yanked. Chukka-chukka-chukka. Nothing. I tried again. CHUKKA-CHUKKA-CHUKKA! Damn.  I'm sure I would have thought some more choice words had I been a little older. "Um...I must have the wrong locker." At this point, it was all just too much, so I just allowed the coach to escort me out, sans gym clothes. I slunk off to the office, returned the key, clambered into my mom's car, and burst into tears. She did, too...hers were tears of mirth, though, when I told her what had happened. Turns out that getting my locker open would only have increased my humiliation: I'd left my gym clothes in math class.

Of course, somewhere out there in blog land, that guy I tried NOT to see (honest!) sporting only a cup is probably writing, "Well, MY most embarrassing moment was when this GIRL came into our locker room before the big game. And Coach actually believed that story of hers about forgetting her gym clothes. Can you believe it?!?!"

Progress This Week

7-day blood glucose average: 103 (met goal of less than 120)
7-day fasting blood glucose average: 100 (met goal of less than 120)

Weight goals: +4.2. Huh, weird. This puts me over my "red-line" weight; time to buckle down.  Luckily Mr. Handsome-and-Handy bought some bags of salad on sale!

Food goals: Tracked 4/7 days. Guess I'm tracking the *wrong* days.
Fiber: On days tracked, averaged 40 grams/day.

Exercise goals: Making good progress on my training. And I met all of my goals this week. Woo hoo!!!
Total mileage for the week was 43.78 miles. (Thank you, spin class, for helping me racking up the miles!)
Wednesday - 77 minutes (1.36 mi) - 1 hour of BodyPump class and 17 minute treadmill run/walk.
Thursday - 60 minutes (15.94 miles) - Spin class
Friday - Rest day
Saturday - Rest day
Sunday - 60 minutes - Intensive yard work. Definitely counting this as strength exercise!
Monday - 65 minutes (20.38 miles) - Spin class
Tuesday - 30 minutes (6.1 miles) - Stationary bike before bed. If I were only so good about flossing my teeth.

Sleep: Getting 7-8 hours per night.
Hockey Respite for Mr. H&H: Accomplished! And the Red Wings advanced to round 2, so looks like I'll have to keep this in my goals.

Goals for Next Week

7-day blood glucose average goal and fasting numbers: below 120.
Weight goal: Maintain or make progress toward goal.

Food goals:
* Track food intake.
* Track fiber, aiming for at least 30 grams/day average.

Exercise goals:
* 30 minutes of activity 5 days/week.
* Spin class at least once per week. I'd like to shoot for two, since I'm doing the bike portion of the "Tri the Coast" in early June.
* 2 strength sessions (BodyPump + something on my own)

Misc. goals:
7 or more hours sleep/night.
Continued "Hockey Respite" for Mr. H&H: It's Stanley Cup season - where possible, get home in time for Mr. Handsome-and-Handy to watch the Detroit

Red Wings playoff games. (Go Wings!)

10 comments:

Lori said...

HAHAHA! That is hilarious :D

Good for you on putting that out on the internet forever and ever ;)

debby said...

OH. MY. GOSH. !!!!!!!!! Pubsgal! You do not disappoint. I have to bookmark this for when I am feeling a little bleh. I have not laughed this hysterically for a long time. Tears running down my face. We HAVE to get together soon. If not for the horseback ride (hey, more fodder for embarrassing moments for both of us) then at least for frozen yogurt and laughing!

And you brought a very unpleasant embarrassing moment back to my memory. I've only been a gym member for less than a year and I had almost forgotten this (there is some advantage to a 55 year old mind.) I forgot which way the women's bathroom was, and I opened the men's room door, and there was a naked man weighing himself. Yikes. For a brief second, I couldn't figure out why this man was in the women's bathroom weighing himself. I didn't see his face (imagine that!) and I for sure hope he didn't see mine...

Brooke said...

i'm still not sure i believe that it wasn't just an excuse to see the boys ;)

josie said...

Hahaha!! That's hilarious. Just the kinda thing to mentally scar a girl forever! I was so hoping you'd choose all of them though....hehe. Thanks for passing it along to me (and calling me a runner - I love that!!!)

Now I have to ponder which option I'll do.....

Pubsgal said...

Thanks! I figured you all would enjoy that one.

Lori: Yes, it was too good to not share...forever (-ever...-ever...)! :-)

Debby: Oh, yikes, gal, I'm sorry for bringing up that old trauma. I'm curious, though, what's on the guy's TV in the gym locker room. The women's locker room has a flat screen TV in it, and they usually have General Hospital or similar soap opera. And definitely, we must have a meet-up! We should go see Foodie McBody's show or something.

Brooke: Had I been a 12 year old *boy*, yes, the story would have been a little more suspect....

Josie: Thanks! I think that partially explains why my biggest mental hurdle to joining the gym was having to use the locker room. It's still not my happy place, but it's tolerable. Then again, maybe it *would* be more happy if I wandered into the men's? ;-) Looking forward to reading your option!

Fattie Fatterton said...

First of all, you are the sweetest of the sweet!! :D

I had to come back and read the post again as I knew I wanted to savor the embarrassing stories and giggle again.

How did you leave the gym clothes in Math?

And OMG, I think that gym class was a constant source of embarrassment for me, too.

Biz said...

That is hilarious!! Thanks for your great story! :D

misti said...

Oh my Lord, that's good stuff!

I just found your blog via Brooke's. I love it! I especially like your whole opposite lifestyle philosophy :)

Christie O. said...

LOL ok, i'm proud to say i've laughed over all of those embarrassing moments over the months, but that last one was FILARIOUS!! great job! and SUUUUUURE, you "left" your gym clothes. SUUUUURE you didn't know the guys were in there. LOL

i'm kidding. Anyhoo, thanks for this coolness!!! I can't wait to blog about it!!! Love you!!!

Sagan said...

I was snorting with laughter by this point: "I'd left my gym clothes in math class." Hehe too funny! Poor thing :D