I feel you, I feel you

So now my "butt wings" hurt.

What are butt wings? They are the fleshy pads over the back of your hips below where "love handles" like to hang. In other words the base of the muffin below your "muffin top".

I have a new Gym Partner. Best one I could find (heehee) but seriously is in it for the sweat, pain, loss of function, and humiliation that I am.

Yesterday we tried a new machine I never braved before. No idea what it's called but it requires a very large amount of coordination for which I lack. You stand on two round steps and push back with an angle away from your body. Kind of like Roller-blading or the push off when starting down hill on skis.

The resistance, I found, adjusts itself depending on what your heart rate is if you're working on the "fat burn" workout. So I started out with a level 2, pretty hard. But that forced the heart rate to jump up to target level, as well as send my thighs on fire. When the resistance dropped down (up) to 7 my feet felt as though they had hit the floor and was near in splits as the foot pads extended outward and down. So I found myself doing steps out to the backward-side of my torso with enough area open between my ankles to fit 2 of my shoulder widths.

YEAH OUCH!

Didn't notice until after the muscles in my body started to deplete of the extra circulation from exercise that my butt wings were very tender. I have to attempt walking up and down my stairs with as straight and closed legs as I can in order to not collapse in the stair well and cry. So now it's even funnier to my husband to watch me move from one floor to the next.

New goal: obliterate the Butt Wings!!

I wish my camera batteries weren't dead

Clayton has now started laughing. It's getting harder to change his diaper even. At first it was only because he was doing the "frog leg" boogey that newborns do. Then he started to relax so I thought he was becoming the well behaved child for diaper duties. But now it's even harder to change his diaper without getting mess all over the place because when you touch his sides to unfasten the stupid thing his legs come up and arms go down against his sides. He's ticklish.

So now I play with him even more because he DOES something now. You get him doing the squeak toy laugh by lightly pressing your fingertips into his hip bones and sides.

As the title infers I would share a video of him doing this but the camera is dead.

Ahh feel good!

Finally got back into the gym. Worked my butt off. I did so much working out I must have sweat 5 pounds. 3 hours alone were spent running on the treadmill. Then free weights galore. Curls, thrusts, benches, squats, push ups, pull ups, crunches. Then soaked and sweated my poor muscles in the hot tub and sauna. Spent a good 2 1/2 hours in the sauna alone. I feel skinny refreshed and rejuvenated. I think I made a much bigger dent in my goaled weight loss today than any other month here at the gym check me out!...

Under construction

Yes I've changed. It's not really what I want but it was the only one that

A: would allow comments to be posted

B: not totally distort the look of the page

All I know is I am not touching this blog design until I have a Dummies manual on how to do it.

Blah

No work outs this weekend. For one I was feeling the severe pain of my last workout to were my stomach muscles hurt just to pee. But I also fell under the control of the dreaded Spring Flu Bug. I have been laid up for three days now with the worst of head neck and body pain. Motrin won't touch this body. As well as a swollen throat and have now developed the lovely yellow goo seeping from the orifices in my head.

Seriously!?!?!

I'm trying to figure out the point of going to a gym all dressed up. Aren't you suppose to go for the benefit of a good sweaty workout?

I call them "Gym Cougars". No matter what their age they are in the gym only for the sole purpose of prancing around in their little bodies and even littler clothes to makes the rest of us normal people look like the ogres we feel like.

What good does it do me if I show up at the gym all done up and then try smiling at the hot guy next to me if I have sweat streaks down my makeup, running mascara into raccoon eyes, and hair plastering to the neck sweat that is slowly staining the front and back of my shirt?

It doesn't help and that's why these cougars don't work out at the gym.

They prance.

Don't get me wrong, if I had a body like them I would want to show it off too. But I would show it off tastefully and not just prance around the gym. Sure they may run a little on the treadmill but they spend most their time flirting around the free weights and don't lift a thing.

They even do the typical giggle then test the muscles of all the guys while they lift and then squeal about "how strong you are". LITERALLY

These are snipped pictures of the style of attire one girl in particular wears: Expert makeup with fake eyelashes, hair up in side messy bun, skin perfectly tanned w/o lines (her top reveals the lack of lines), camo pattern tweed cap turned ever so seductively to the side, a swanky top that could pass as bedroom attire, and the finale..... a freaking camo mini skirt. Not a golf skirt or skorts or other any article of clothing meant for the female to wear for working out. I'm surprised she wears sneakers and not stilettos.

Don't try this at home... or anywhere

Bike pedaling. Random intensities. Severe out of shape body. Burning muscles. Lungs wheezing. Sweat pores flooding.

..........I don't want to talk about it anymore.

Not gonna do it

My trip up the stairs... Feeling pumped and proud of myself for not passing out on the treadmill earlier, I decided to try the stair stepper (This is very similar to what I used but looks are deceiving). I was intimidated from the get go. I HATE stairs of any kind as I usually fall down them even when stone sober and paying close attention to what the heck I am doing with my feet.

So this started with a mild sweat fit on top of my already heavy sweat fit from walking the treadmill. That's right I said walking on the treadmill. I stood upon the stairs to situate my water bottle and towel, plug in my headphones and tune into the Ellen show on the personal tv programmed into the face of the machine. This took me about 5 minutes to do. Here's why: as you step on the machine to get even near the controls the stairs start to move downward ever so slowly that you don't even notice you moved until you're about to fall off the last step.

After noticing I was moving and saving myself from the humility of blindly falling on the floor I was situated. I touch-screened in my choice of workout (I started with the easiest this time since it is after all a set of stairs). And the motion begins. I was confident after the first couple of seconds when I realized that the machine moves REALLY slow. But I started to focus on the Ellen show in front of me instead of my feet where I should have been looking. Big NONO for a first time use of any machinery. Here was my realization:

There are only three steps visible. The first step comes out of the top almost flat then proceeds to bend into its 90 deg angle. The depth of each step is only enough the support the first 2/3 of my foot. IT"S NARROW! So stepping too soon causes you to over step the crease line where it folds bending your foot backwards in half. So I hesitate and choose my next step up carefully trying to keep my foot from contorting or from falling backwards off the dang thing since there isn't enough room to stand. This worked for one step them I realized that once the second step rotates down to the third position it immediately starts to unfold from its 90deg angle to return into the machine from whence it came. This causes your lower foot to slide ever so sneaky away from the rest of your body toward the floor, the opposite direction you're trying to imitate going. Keeping away from the first and third step is impossible as there are only three steps to work with.

So I tried to adjust my positioning in order to catch the first step just after it completes its fold but also before the third step starts transforming into the slip-and-slide of feet. All at the same time using physics and geometry to figure out how to make my foot fit on the step.

I digress... I'm just too uncoordinated to even try this machine again.

CIG was born April 2, 2010. Weighing 6lbs 11oz stretching 19 1/2 in. Born by cesarian birth he entered this world a perfect baby.

Even at 4 days old he is a quiet content child. To me he was born holding the gold medal for nursing.

He is a spitting image of his dad, especially when he scrunches his face to cry.

We have been blessed with this child in more ways than just his presence.

it's been along time.

I know I have not kept up with my blogging.
The holidays... then the computer anti-virus expired... then we got a virus... and I've honestly been too lazy pregnant to care about the socializing via internet.

So the pregnancy, Child #4, the second son in our family, will be born the morning of April2nd. Unless ofcourse he decides to come earlier. Otherwise he will be born via cesarian. There is nothing wrong with him or me it's just for the simple reason that I had a cesarian with the twins and prefer not to risk the life threats that come to baby and mom when trying to deliver VBAC.

And no we have yet to pick out a name.

Meatball is excelling in school with A's and B's for his grades. Socially he is much too popular for his own good. He grows so much. Just today i had the hit of reality when his dad picked him up for a bear hug i noticed Meatball has only the length of his dad's knee to toes before he equals his dad in height. (His dad is 6 foot)

The girls are still in a jabbery speech. They are saying more real words but they are known to talk to eachother in half "twineze" and half audible English. They too have grown out of their ever cute baby bodies and have graduated to long slim bodies that their dad is not too happy about them growing further into.
Skuzzy still knaws and sucks on her skuzzy. Satan can still growl and spin her head at you when she doesn't get her way. Lately she is known as "Stroke Baby" since she keeps her mouth in a forever stroke type droop.

Hubby is still a stay at home. He will be trying to find employment while I am on leave from work so cross you fingers for him to be able to find something.

And don't worry. I will be posting more when I have all the new pics of Baby Boy when he comes.