05/19/10: UmmmmmKaaaaaaaaayyyyyy

Well.  It's hump day.  Yay for hump day. 

That's about all I got...

Before I get to the meat of this blog....a NSV and a SV...

1) SV - down 2 pounds this morning.  In the past, when I start weightlifting, I have about a week of a pretty good drop and then I'll sit for about 2-3 weeks as my body adjusts to the new feel.  I was happy to see the scale responding this morning!  I am love love loving my routine!  Mon was legs/back; Tues was chest/shoulders/arms.  I may be bonkers here but I have decided to wait until my second 5-week cycle to add in real ab work.  I feel ok with this because a lot of what I do for back/shoulders/chest is also working abs.  And it's gonna be a long while before my six pack re-appears anyway.  :)  (HAHA!)

2) NSV - after working out last night for nearly two hours - I was playing, too, trying various exercises to see which I preferred, finding the balance between working hard and challenging but also do-able.  Some exercises I wanted to see if they would work with our set-up/gear and some did/some didn't.  Anywho...after my longer than what will be normal workout I was ready to take a bath.  And as I was headed to the bedroom to get to the bathroom I stopped to talk to my hubby who was in the study.  And we chatted about what we needed/wanted to chat about and as I was about to walk away he says "look at you...you are shrinking before my very eyes".  He does this swish swish thing as his hands move towards each other.  He has his hands about 2 feet apart - 'swish-swish' as they move in toward each other.  Then he turns his arms to mimick the profile and back to 2 feet apart to start - 'swish-swish' as they move toward each other, again.

Here I am...wearing pants and a shirt I've been wearing all along.  But the pants, which granted, stretched out in the workout, are just DRRoooooooooooopppp-pppppeeeeeeeeeeeeee.  And the shirt.  It's just an XL t-shirt, a swimmers brand like TYR or Speedo or something and it has a pool on it with lane lines and markers and says something about 2/3 of the planet is covered in water.  But this shirt, at my bulkiest, was tight all around.  And now...it's hanging.  Slouchy kind of hang.

To make it even better, my hubby continues to go on and on and on about how little I'm getting.  :)  AHHH!  So I'm beaming and smiling and he keeps going.  So then I declared "you just made the blog, just watch, I'm gonna blog about you tomorrow!"

We are hosting a party this weekend.  Just a party to have a party.  A pool party, a kick off the summer party - but something that won't get tons of RSVP's that say "we are going out of town for Memorial Day".  So we chose this weekend, not Memorial Day weekend, for kicking off the summer.  Anywho, he thinks that people who have not seen me for awhile will go crazy with 'look at you's' this weekend.  I'm doubtful.  If they do - great.  If they don't - I'm  not worried.

And now onto the meat...

I have to say...that...umm...apparently yesterday's blog "We gotta talk" didn't come off as intended.  I meant to be humorous and goofy and instead seem to have come across as "empowered" and even needing...umm...guidance...on how to be a woman.  I don't, really.  I'm good.  :)

In efforts to be humorous, I deviated from true opinions.  So true opinions are below...don't bother reading if you don't care - and I don't blame you if you don't.  :)

I do wear makeup - love the stuff, feel great in it when I bother with it...but generally....can't be bothered to put it on.  I have lots of it and always swear that I want to but when it comes morning time, I just don't.  On the same token, I'm also one of those that can't be bothered to dry and style my hair.  When I'm on the ball, (which is very rare) sometimes I manage to remember to turn on the straightening iron at just the right moment...and when I can accomplish that little task, I do ok.  Although, right now, I don't have enough hair to do anything with anyway.  Still don't blowdry it...which I could...but can't be bothered.  It's a time thing...

Bras.  I remember as a smaller person not having nearly the discomfort with them that I do now.  I didn't mind them back then.  Still wouldn't wear them lounging around on the couch...they were a going out thing - going out dressed to the nines or going out to go grocery shopping...but no matter how you cut it, they were solely for being away from home.  But I liked my pretties as much as my basics.  I am looking forward to the day when they fit and feel good!  I know it's coming.  They fit now...but at this size, there's still too much fat around the area and that's easy to constrict - which is the feeling I hate.

I really appreciate the talks about creams and waxings.  And the email, too!  Woohoo that was awesome!  I'm buyin cream!  I can't see doing the waxing thing, personally.  I'm just too private...and since I have no kids to run in on me in the bathroom like certain others we know...well...not likely to scar anyone by myself...

I have really changed in a lot of ways when it comes to men and allowing things to be done for me.  I don't have the push/need with my sweet hubby to prove I can do it myself.  It's nice to "let" him take care of me.  I resisted that for so long...like I said...but I also knew when I found my Mr. Right, I would not be like that.  I think my mom would be amazed nowadays, actually.  I do let my sweet hubby woo me.

In some ways he saved me with his wooing, too.  When I was at my heaviest last summer I got into the realm of I physically could not do a lot of things I love to do - like move wheelbarrows full of dirt.  I could do it but I'd be laid up for days after just one wheelbarrow.  My sweet hubby really picked up the slack for me last year.  I want to get away from that.  While it was nice to have him and to be able to ask him to do things for me, it's also quite satisfying when I take care of myself.  Myself would include my things, my home, my cars, basically, my life.  I told him a few months ago that I look forward to the day when we go back to fighting over who gets to build things.  As I type this I realize we are already there.  And it's not fight fighting...it's a banter between us - who gets to use the tools.  I am mechanically inclined - hence my job in the Navy, hence my job now, to a degree.

Which brings me to a cute funny story.  As a little girl I had a little plastic car.  I had that thing until I was about 5 when I outgrew it.  It had little pedals under the dash so I could pedal myself around the block while my mom walked.  Or I could sit-run - kinda like the Flinstones.  My dad was a car guy and I'm a car girl.  It was something we could bond over.  Anyway, my dad would get out every weekend and wash his cars and change the oil when appropriate and tinker where he could.  I would get out there beside him and get under my little car and change the oil and wash my car alongside him.  There's a picture of me, at 4, washing my very first car and the story I heard later was that we had both changed our oil and installed cruise controls.  I never could get mine to work right, though...

I have learned from this that I really need to vlog.  There is a huge piece of me missing from your repertoire of who Lori is.  And I really don't like the idea that yesterday's blog didn't come across as just plain humor.  Because that was all it was.  Humor.  I had hoped that you would laugh and say 'that's just funny' no matter where you stood on those topics.  And really, no one did.  Which makes me sad!