tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478463607411680452023-11-15T08:12:53.562-05:00Operation: Hot BodiesPerson A and Person B are working out and eating right, without the help of Person C.bitch is the new bitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17792454018262211561noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347846360741168045.post-16711376483516410052011-02-28T14:18:00.003-05:002011-02-28T14:27:51.563-05:00Barefoot in the Park?I attempted to jog a couple weeks back when we had ridiculously nice 70 degree weather in February. It was a worthy attempt, roughly an hour of jogging/walking/trying to keep my iPod earbuds from falling. The day however, I had some major ankle pains, and not in the good "man I really worked my ankle muscles" way.. <br /><br />Now I've never been a fan of tennis shoes. Nothing says "I'm a tool" like wearing tennis shoes everywhere. But I love me some bare feet. I was always the crazy hill child running around without shoes as a kid. So when I discovered the so-called phenomenom "Barefoot Running," I thought I should give it a try ... when I have money to throw down on some hip "five fingers" shoes.person Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05511799065345200883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347846360741168045.post-83389280015155610682010-12-12T01:04:00.003-05:002010-12-12T01:17:20.176-05:00Baby it's Effing Cold OutsideWas going to go for a jog this morning ... was what I thought the previous night after I ate an entire white pizza. In my defense, 1.) the pizza was a frozen California Pizza Kitchen variety; 2.) I was very hungry; and 3.) it was raining outside. Oh yeah - I had like three Harvey Wallbangers the night before (probably just a Wallbanger because Wal-Mart is too good to carry Galliano, one of three "required" ingredients for a Harvey Wallbanger). What I did instead this morning was put on a salsa dancing exercise video. But the thought of getting fit with an instructor/probably once a stripper Giselle (complete with "Spanish" accent) just didn't feel right with me. Maybe it was the three Wallbangers, but I decided to call it quits after half the video. After that I did what any normal person would do - have a bagel with cream cheese.<br /><br />P.S. Paul McCartney performing four songs on SNL made me forget my craving for some crazy sugary dessert. That and I don't have anything crazy and sugary in my house.person Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05511799065345200883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347846360741168045.post-5910839341373481742010-11-15T16:07:00.003-05:002010-11-15T16:17:36.960-05:00Day Off the Hook!Today is my day off. <br /><br />I woke up at 10:30 a.m. I ate four snickerdoodle cookies. I have watched two seasons of Weeds in the past four days. Okay three days. In my defense, a season is like thirteen episodes (writer's strike) to fifteen episodes (not writer's strike). And those cookies are the size of a silver dollar. <br /><br />Welcome to November my friends.person Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05511799065345200883noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347846360741168045.post-36810065487443297632010-10-29T00:20:00.005-04:002010-10-29T00:45:31.037-04:00Dancin' by myselfI don't know about the one legit follower we have, but what I loved about college almost more than anything else was the dance parties. I'm not just talking about the frat parties where the DJ threw down some ill beats while some freshman roommates split a lukewarm beer (cause I never did that....). I'm talking about the gayest in the best possible way dance parties my roommates and I used to host at our house. Ever dance to the entire soundtrack of popular broadway musical turned EVEN popular movie musical Hairspray? Or to Moulin Rouge? And who could forget the time we put on some Transiberrean Orchestra and interpretive danced? <br /><br />My point about these dance parties is that they may not be intense work-outs, but they are fun and more importantly, I let off a lot of steam. So my advice to the person (or people) is that when you're feeling down, stressed, or bored, dance it out. Chances are I'm in my apartment, cranking up my tunes (ABBA perhaps?), and dancing with you from afar.person Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05511799065345200883noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347846360741168045.post-47620302305576857052010-09-30T15:35:00.003-04:002010-09-30T15:43:44.321-04:00Burn Baby BurnIn my attempt to get into exercise, I went on search for a program that combined some of my favorite ways to burn calories: dancing awkwardly, nothing too advanced, and disco music. I may have stumbled onto the greatest thing to hit the exercise dvd market since Tae-Bo. It's "Disco Abs with some star from Dancing with the Stars." And it's awesome! I mean, they have real disco songs like "Disco Inferno" and ... "Disco Inferno" again! I've used it four times in the past two weeks and I've noticed a difference in my dance moves because they are now authentic. Another big plus is how you know when you're exercising to a video, they say "Now you're left" but then you get confused because their left is not your left? Well with this video, when they say left they move with their right, so you and the video mirror each other! This took me a while to get used to because I automatically assumed since I was moving (almost) exactly like the video, that I was moving wrong. Also, I forget sometimes the difference between my left and right sides.<br /><br />Oh yeah they have "I Will Survive" on the workout soundtrack. Can you dig it?person Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05511799065345200883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347846360741168045.post-81097266962593180822010-09-20T15:24:00.002-04:002010-09-20T15:53:43.866-04:00I think we're gonna need a bigger boxMy last post was about some of my favorite things, which ended up mostly about beverages. Not a problem. Being Monday, the least favored day of the week in my opinion, I started thinking about my not-so favorite things. And what do we have here, but a little list:<br /><br />NOT FAVORITE<br /><br />Blue Box Mac & Cheese - I'm on to you mass-market producers of probably one of the greatest foods in the world. The last time I cooked Mac and Cheese, I found there to be remarkably less pasta produced then, let's say, when I was six and my mom could use a box to provide an ample side for a family of four with leftovers. I would be hesitant to cry out "Saboteur," but anyone remember Cadbury Egg-gate in 2007? B.J. Novak from "The Office" appeared on "Late Night with Conan O'Brien" with an Cadbury Egg from a few years ago and a present-day Cadbury Egg, proving that Cadbury had made the egg smaller in later years. For shame.<br /><br />Rachel Ray: First off I love food shows, and I've been known to use some Rachel Ray recipes when hungry. But Miss Ray, please stop with the baby talk. You're a grown woman without kids. Quit saying things on TV like "Makin' a sammy" when you make a sandwich. Sure it was cute when Oprah invited you on her show to cook and she'd laugh at the Rachel Ray-isms like "EVOO" and "Yum-Oh," but just because Oprah laughed years ago doesn't mean that every sentence you now use has to peppered with Ray-isms. Pretty soon we're all going to need a Rachel Ray conversion chart just to decipher what the hell you are making - and you don't even use metrics! <br /><br />Pop Tarts - I've talked about this in earlier blog posts. If one Pop-Tart is one serving, then don't package two servings in one package! That's just ridiculous. <br /><br />Alright, well that's a list of some on my not-so favorite things. Hope you enjoy hating these as much as I do.person Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05511799065345200883noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347846360741168045.post-86874166944668080652010-09-16T16:49:00.002-04:002010-09-16T17:03:34.305-04:00We've Got JOHN Travol-TAAA!Since I usually have afternoons off, I get to catch my girl Oprah in her farewell season. Inspired by her and her favorite things episodes titled "Oprah's Favorite Things Episodes," I thought I'd share a little bit about some of my favorite things (some obvious, some probably not).<br /><br />Beverages:<br />Soy milk - I'm not a big milk connoisseur, but I usually put it in my coffee or cereal. What I like about soy milk is that it usually lasts longer than regular milk - I figure it's worth paying extra if it means I won't accidentally use sour milk.<br /><br />Reduced sugar orange juice - Minute Maid and Tropicana both have versions of orange juice with half the sugar and calories as regular juice. Now before I drank coffee everyday, I had to have my orange juice before anyone said anything to me. However, regular orange juice usually has 100+ calories and around 20 grams of sugar per serving (1 cup). Yikes! So I switched to the lighter stuff that has the same amount of vitamins, just less of the sugar and calories. Plus it makes me feel less guilty when I want to have a screwdriver.<br /><br />Well that's all of my favorite things for today. See you kids later!person Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05511799065345200883noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347846360741168045.post-65304292270693023672010-09-11T12:30:00.003-04:002010-09-11T12:37:24.122-04:00Raindrops Keep Fallin' On My Head...... Or at least they would be if I bothered to go outside and work-out. You see, it's been raining for the past couple of days, and of course it's always when I think "Hey, I should go outside and go for a jog." How convenient.<br /><br />Well this is a short post. It's starting to get sunny outside - should I go jogging? I think I'm just going to eat a pizza instead.person Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05511799065345200883noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347846360741168045.post-38489934693660171002010-09-07T15:01:00.000-04:002010-09-07T15:18:07.997-04:00Plan of InactionToday was a great day back from the holiday weekend (does it still count as a holiday if you work and/or sleep for most of it?)! I got up at 9 am, went for a jog, did some core exercises ... and by 9 a.m. I mean 10:45-11:30 a.m. (can't really remember what time I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">acutally</span> got out of bed), did 15 minutes of yoga (and by 15 minutes I yoga I really mean 2-5 minutes of me attempting to remember the easiest poses such as sleeping worm ... that's a pose, right?), made coffee, and ate what turned out to be two servings of pop tarts.*<br /><br />My holiday weekend really wasn't full of me stuffing my face with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">carbs</span> and fat and empty calories. Primarily because I didn't have any food in my house besides frozen chicken and soy milk. I did go grocery shopping. I had to because I was out of gin. So my weekend consisted of gin, working, and watching <em>Arrested Development. </em>If laughing counts as exercise (which it does), well then I laughed the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">equivalent</span> of a marathon with <em>Arrested Development</em>. That probably explains why I got ten hours of sleep last night. Not sure why my legs ache though...<br /><br />A wise but drunk friend once said to me "I stay in shape from running ... and sex." With that, I replied "Yeah ... running probably works better with my schedule." I have confidence that someday I will find my tennis shoes (I think they are in my closet, but one can't be too sure) and set a work-out routine. But for now, laughing marathons are gonna have to suffice. <br /><br />*1 pop tart = 1 serving.<br />1 package of pop tarts = two servings<br />Pop Tart packages = FAILperson Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05511799065345200883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347846360741168045.post-6167512471546892872010-09-03T13:44:00.000-04:002010-09-03T13:53:11.219-04:00And So We Meet AgainWow. Two years? Where did the time go? And more importantly, what am I going to eat for lunch?<br /><br />I've been trying to eat better in the last two years. I've discovered that veggie burgers are not gross, but AWESOME, yogurt makes me want to vomit (I think it's the texture), and that drinking carbonated beverages while also drinking booze can really prevent hangovers (or combine the two, you know, like gin and tonic, rum and coke...).<br /><br />As for exercising, cue the cricket noises now. Actually, my exercise is mainly my jobs. Yeah, that's right, I've got one college degree and two part-time jobs ... in retail. The plus is I think the reason I haven't gained a lot of weight is because of my work. The downfall is I hate it and can't seem to get out of retail hell, which I think causes a lil' bit of stress eating and drinking. <br /><br />So that's the past two years in a nutshell. As for lunch, I'm thinking subway. The $5 footlong sub is really the best thing to happen to sandwiches in a long time.person Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05511799065345200883noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347846360741168045.post-15413026924232454392008-09-03T11:45:00.000-04:002008-09-03T11:55:45.448-04:00Labor Days (of eating bad) Weekend.This past weekend I went to the sprawling metropolis of Hastings, Nebraska. On the way there I probably ate half a bag of Salsa Sun Chips. When I got to my aunt and uncle's house, I made drinks for everyone (but mine probably had the most "juice" in it), had a beer, and then proceeded to pass out. Here's my little menu on what I ate/drank:<div>Saturday: B-fast -- two pancakes with lots of syrup (no butter)</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Lunch -- half-pound cheeseburger, curly fries, nachos<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Dinner -- guacamole, cheese and crackers with pepperoni and salami, beer<br /></div><div>Sunday: B-fast -- two eggs, two pieces of toast (with butter)</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Lunch -- Jimmy Johns #1 sub (ham, cheese, tomato, lettuce, and mayo on white bread)<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Dinner -- Chinese food (Princess shrimp and chicken with fried rice)<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Movie snack -- guacamole<br /></div><div>Monday: B-fast -- pop-tart (brown sugar), burrito</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Lunch -- cheeseburger, chips<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Dinner -- leftover Chinese<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>And that's the story of how I gained probably a total of what Jennifer Love Hewitt lost over Labor Day Weekend.</div>person Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05511799065345200883noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347846360741168045.post-80414820660548834342008-08-07T17:07:00.000-04:002008-08-07T17:12:58.821-04:008 Minute Abs, 24 hours of painDid most of 8 Minute Abs yesterday. My abs aren't too bad. My neck is really tight. So I'm thinking I'll take a break from the whole early 90s video. <br /><br />Got to talking with Charlene about exercising and its dangers. Mainly about the whole people dying while running/jogging/etc. We decided it is safer to watch TV than work out.<br /><br />No pressure for me to get fit and fabulous...I've got like six months until I'm forced to go to a wedding of a family member.person Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05511799065345200883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347846360741168045.post-74514719493170950162008-07-14T16:12:00.001-04:002008-07-14T16:18:39.416-04:00The "Water" DietI've been trying to drink more water because apparently 9 times out of 10 when you body says "I'm hungry" what it's really saying is "I'm thirsty." Talk about confusing. So when you drink a lot of water that means you have to pee a lot, which means lots of running to the bathroom. I figure I'm getting a daily workout running back and forth to the bathroom.<br /><br />I saw this article in a magazine that said something like drinking a cocktail per day can cut back on the chances that you'll get heart disease. Then again this article was next to a freaky ad about this fat loss vitamin with an abnormally proportioned lady.person Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05511799065345200883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347846360741168045.post-30965101245838130602008-07-03T18:53:00.000-04:002008-07-03T18:57:35.677-04:00Exercising...my mind.Right now this is the second time I will have tried posting this. Also in the now, I just ate an entire steak. No sides of baked potato or salad...just beef.<br /><br />I have been exercising my mind lately in the form of reading. I've read three books this summer -- two of those I read just this last weekend. I like to think that I'm burning calories. I'm a fast reader, so I probably burn more calories, what with the faster page turning in all. I can already tell a difference in my hand muscles, specifically in the pointer fingers.<br /><br />Another note is that I've been making an effort to eat better (ignore the steak comment made above.). The other night I went out to eat Mexican and I had a vegetable quesidilla. And two margaritas. And most of Cathy's queso dip. But I did have a vegetable quesidilla.person Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05511799065345200883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347846360741168045.post-35616453226188684432008-06-25T10:29:00.000-04:002008-06-25T10:39:26.096-04:00Doing something right?Let's count the days I've had a "choice beverage" to drink: Sunday, Monday, Tuesday. In addition, someone promised to buy me a margarita on Thursday because they're on sale at La Pachanga (and this certain person lost a bet to me), and there's the America party on Friday...so basically today might be my sober day. <br /><br />I have only worked out like 1 1/2 times this summer. And it keeps raining on the days I have off, so that's not a plus for my exercise routine. <br /><br />On the plus side, someone commented to me that I looked great. So maybe doing nothing is doing something right?person Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05511799065345200883noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347846360741168045.post-59575618808662375662008-06-16T22:52:00.000-04:002008-06-16T23:00:00.605-04:00My new dietThis past week I have really let myself go ... and have some fun! Went out with a friend to mexican ($1.99 margaritas!) and then to ice cream. Went to the lake on Saturday and ate probably a whole bag of potato chips and a hot dog and drank a really bad Seagram's wine cooler (hey it was either that or a warm bottle of water). Loading up on carbs like it's no one's business (but obviously it's yours since you're reading this). I guess I realized "Hey, so I'm a little chubby at the moment. But I'm having some fun and I'll start working out when I'm really depressed after a move away and have no friends to occupy my time."<br /><br />Oh, I finally finished reading "Eat, Pray, Love." I probably liked one-third of it (the "Eat" part.), but hey, it's the first book I've read in a long time that wasn't required for a class.person Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05511799065345200883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347846360741168045.post-32443733316838307122008-06-09T19:12:00.000-04:002008-06-09T19:17:46.629-04:00Today I woke up at 6 A.M.Today I woke up at 6 A.M. ... and went back to sleep. I did wake up at 7:10ish. To go to work at 8. For lunch I resisted buying one of those gigantic cookies. So that's a step in the right direction, right?person Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05511799065345200883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347846360741168045.post-51924274007862481382008-06-02T21:11:00.000-04:002008-06-02T21:20:44.864-04:00Sleeping vs. partying vs. exercisingThese past few weeks have been super crazy, with all these parties and get togethers and BBQs...and how rude would it be for me to not go to them? So of course when people call me and ask "hey, aren't you going out with us?" I'm like "Yes." Then there's the whole lack of sleep factor. I have to be at work at 9 (but usually it's more like 9ish), which means I need to get up at 8 (somedays it's more like 8:30ish), which means if I actually wanted to get up and exercise before work I would have to wake up at ... yeah that's never going happen. <br /><br />The lowdown: I figure with the standing around at work the entire day and running around most of the evenings, I'm kinda exercising.<br /><br />So the operation for me has (kinda) begun.person Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05511799065345200883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347846360741168045.post-89862314893486544002008-05-23T21:31:00.000-04:002008-05-23T21:41:43.010-04:00Exercise at your own risk!Today it rained, and since I'm no longer a student that means I can no longer work out at the rec center, which means if I want to actually exercise I have the great outdoors as my rec center. Unless it rains. For like two days and counting. Plus, my dad told me this story about a panther attacking a woman in Missouri...and she was inside her house! Whoa -- why would I want to exercise outside when panthers are obviously out for human blood? And then after the panther story my brother was like "uh I have this friend's dad who saw this bear not too far from here." Yikes!<br />I did try to be healthy at dinner. I order chicken ... chicken kreps that is. Fried chicken stuffed with cream cheese served with fettucine and alfredo sauce. To be fair, I only ate half of it. Plus my parents were the cause of my nausea at dinner, "joking" about their "sex lives." Yeah I may end up vomiting later, which counts for "something" toward my hot body...right?person Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05511799065345200883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347846360741168045.post-31131879695190322512008-05-21T23:44:00.001-04:002008-05-21T23:45:52.276-04:00Motivation"What would Oprah do?"<br />This shall be one of many motivators behind our operation...an operation for hot bodies.person Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05511799065345200883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347846360741168045.post-62083250090571707572008-05-21T23:19:00.000-04:002008-05-21T23:37:56.058-04:00meat is the new breadOperation: Hot Bodies commences...tomorrow.bitch is the new bitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17792454018262211561noreply@blogger.com1