Shannon’s BodyBlog

Yesterday morning I woke up with a headache and took my meds because it felt like it was just about to turn into a migraine.

Too LATE.

If I don’t take my migraine medication in time which is basically two pills…one for pain and one for nausea….then the nausea takes over and I can’t keep them down.  If I can’t keep them down, then there is no recovering from the migraine and I have to head to the E.R. to get meds through an I.V.

I was home alone with the kids by then and my oldest son heard me in the bathroom and panicked, so he called dad to come home.  He’s been through this before and always gets scared, but he knows to call dad since I can’t do it.
Well through out the morning, my migraine got tricky on me and felt like it was going away.  BUT, the nausea stayed and anytime I went to take a sip of water, I would head right for the bathroom.  I couldn’t even keep the tiniest sip of water down.

My husband kept asking me to go to the E.R., but I told him I thought I could ride it out, but if I couldn’t then to take me after all the kids were in school.

By 1:00, I knew nothing was going away and I was dehydrated,  so off we went for me to get drugged up.

By evening time, I was home and headache free, but damn was I exhausted.  I couldn’t keep my eyes open between the medication they gave me and what I went through physically.

Here’s the weird thing and maybe I’m sick in the head, but after all of the vomiting I had been doing all day, I felt my abs and thought they felt so toned.  YES…I am admitting that to you all!!  I had to get something positive out of this experience for f*ck’s sake, LOL.

Plus as soon as I got home, once I was settled, I came on here ASAP, because I missed this place, LOL.  I was touched to see that my BB friends were either puzzled or worried that I wasn’t around.  Even though it was only a day (actually less) I missed the time I spend on here.  It was nice to be back.

I was at the stove waiting for dinner to finish up and I wanted to see how the reflection in the black microwave door above the stove showed off my muscles, so I flexed and the reflection wasn’t as good as I thought.

The lighting in dressing rooms, as bad as it is, is actually pretty good for showing off definition in musculature.  <strong />

Side note:  I bought a pair of jeans recently and avoided trying them on in the dressing room because I wasn’t in the mood to see myself looking like a crack ho.  That bit me in the ass because when I tried them on at home, I found out I bought a pair of boot cut MOM JEANS.  Like, WT Mother F.  I didn’t even know they made those anymore.

But then wouldn’t it be funny to see the elderly wearing low rise jeans?  I guess they need to keep the high waists around for a reason :S
Is there an unconventional or unusual place where you’ve flexed?  We’re all friends here.  Feel free to share.

HIIT:  26 minutes, 510 calories

Weight Training:  Upper body (anything that didn’t involve shoulder pain)

I don’t know about you, but I’ve never seen anything about DILFs mentioned.  I’ve seen MILFs of course, and even (gag) GILFs have shout outs.

Why no shoutouts to the DILFs?

Brad Pitt is a TOTAL DILF.

My husband is a DILF although I’m this close (holding my fingers really super fine close) to giving my kids away to the circus this morning which would return him to being a HILF.

I’ve seen some DILFs here on the site.
Shout outs to male ILFs would be George Clooney who is a BILF.

OK, I’m going to admit this, but I used to have a little thing for Bill Clinton while he was president which would make him a PILF.

Simon Cowell is a JILF.
Can you think of any other male ILFs?

For the past couple of months, I’ve been on my own at home as far as motivation goes.  The kids got into me eating clean and my youngest would call me "Dirty Girl" if he thought I was eating what my oldest called, "Dirty Food".  But their policing was the extent of what helped keep me on track.
My husband, on the otherhand, would let me do my thang.  He was passively supportive.  I don’t know how to explain it other than he basically would let me do what I wanted without giving me grief about it.  He wouldn’t complain about what I was making for dinner and he wouldn’t complain if I missed my normal gym time and wanted to leave him with the kids so I could go when he got home from work.

NOW, he suddenly got the motivation bug.  His work schedule slowed down dramatically, and now he doesn’t know what to do with himself, so he’s set his sights on ME.

He’s also gone back to the gym everyday and is TOTALLY into his workouts.  He is full throttle when he gets into something….and he expects me to follow suit.
He calls me at home and says he wants me to kick ass with my workouts.

Then he calls again to see if I actually went to the gym….grrrrr.
He comes home and pokes me in the thigh to see if they’re tight from kicking ass with my lower body workout (they’re tight no matter what, baby )

He asked me why I stopped eating clean yesterday when I told him I wrote about  cheating at Bunko.  I explained to him that I’m not going totally off the wagon.  He reminded me about what Shannan said about working hard at the gym only to ruin it with eating crap.

UGH………

He says he wants to be totally supportive and he’s eager to workout with me at the gym when he’s got time during the winter to come with me.
Oh boy.

Weight Training:  Upper body supersets

HIIT:  30 minutes, 616 calories

I went to Bunko last night.  If you don’t know what that is, it’s basically 12 women who get together, drink like fish, eat like swine, gossip, and play a game that involves rolling dice and keeping score.  Then at the end you win money for most and least points scored, etc, etc, etc.

I didn’t drink like a fish, but I ate tortilla chips with a deliciously spicy taco dip.  So there.  I’m out of the 30 day thingy I put myself on again.  I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders and now I don’t feel guilt and repression and inadequacy because I’m not getting the results I got during the first 30 day eat clean challenge.
And I’m totally done with these extreme challenges.  It’s all about HEALTHY moderation as far as food is concerned although I’ll still work hard with my cardio and weights.

I am not, however, quitting on my challenge with mdrane.  He told me he gained a pound, I said I had this challenge advertised all over the place and that he needs to save face, he said he’s pacing himself and that he’d have me beat in a week, I said YEAH RIGHT!

So now I’m focused on making sure this overachiever doesn’t beat me!

He does a pushup in this video.  That’s about all there is having to do with fitness.  Otherwise, it’s just a funny video.

HIIT:  30 minutes, 616 calories

I use the computer mouse with my right hand, but I’m left handed, which is nice because I drink with my left hand.  So I can drink my coffee and surf the net all at the same time.  Nice!

I was folding laundry in my bedroom (did I ever say how much I HATE dealing with laundry??) on my nicely made bed which really the only reason why I make it is to have a nice flat open surface to fold on.  Anywho, I’m flipping channels and I come across Shimmy on FitTV.  Shimmy is a bellydancing fitness show, so I kept it on.

I’ve never belly danced before and didn’t think I could do it, but I liked it a lot!  They run through each move and have you practice it, like the Egyptian Figure 8 where the hip moves "up and over", and       then scoops into center.

So I’m doing the moves and feeling like Shakira because I had washed my hair, but hadn’t blown it straight, and it gets all curly like hers, and I forgot all about my laundry!  Nice!
When I am in bed and I need to SLEEP, I need to feel as though I’m the only person in the bed.  I don’t want to feel somebody else’s feet touching mine, I don’t want to get bumped by an elbow or get BREATHED ON.  I think Lucy and Ricky had the right idea sleeping in seperate beds, but in the same room of course.  Last night my husband was breathing with his mouth open and he was too close to the middle of the bed, so I put a pillow up like a wall between us and then I wasn’t bothered anymore.  Nice!
HIIT:  25 minutes, 530 calories

Weight Training:  Upper body

My good friend Mdrane got all fired up because I told him his uni-ab is cute.  So he challenged me to a weight loss contest….and his wife is included.  We all need some motivation here!

He’s figured out weight loss ratios for each of us to make it fair and square and has all of the math figured out for how the winner is determined.  This is what you get when you enter a contest with a genius.
He wants at least 2.5 abs to show up after this contest is over.  I wish him the best of luck.

Breakfast:  oatmeal

protein shake

Snack:  1/2 pomegranate

I had to pull a double shift at the gym yesterday.  I won’t get into the reason why other than to mention a man who I’ll refer to as the "Stare Master".  He was pissing me off, so I left early.

Luckily (or IS it so luckily??) my husband got home extra early and I was able to get back to the gym to finish what I started.

I went over to the E-Z bar rack to get my curls done and found an open spot where I wasn’t in anyone’s way.  It was pretty crowded, so free space was at a minimum.

I’m curling away listening to my iPod when Shorty Shorts Man plants himself on a bench right directly in front of me.

I’ve seen this guy before during my regular time at the gym and this man is a social reject.

He’s tall, skinny, wears insurance company glasses from 1970-something, he stands in everyone’s way while he’s resting between sets and doesn’t see that people are trying to pass by him or grab the dumbbells that he’s standing in the way of because he’s too busy looking up at the TV.

Also, he wears the same thing each day I see him:  A thread bare, white tank top….and tan corduroy shorty shorts.  These shorty shorts are tight and come up above mid-thigh.  The man is old and pasty and saggy.

He is the exact opposite of Banana Hammock Man.  Remember me mentioning BHM a couple of months ago?  Remember how I mentioned he planted himself next to me while we were at the beach and had his legs WIDE open so his inner thighs could absorb some rays because God forbid not a single portion of his body not get tan (dammit…I’m getting all mad now).  But they’re just as saggy as one another :S
Well, guess what SSM does.  He gets on that bench right smack dab in front of me, angled TOWARD ME, and opens his legs WIDE so he can get an elbow situated on the inside of his pasty knee to do some concentration curls.

I am staring straight ahead looking at myself in the mirror when, through my blaring iPod, I hear:

ARRRRRRGGGHHHH

GRRRRRRRRRRRR

EEHHHHHHRRRRRRRGGGGG

My peripheral vision was being overwhelmed by his exaggerated movements.  So I had to look straight at the sun himself and risk being blinded by the spectacle.

He’s heave-hoing a 35 lb dumbbell weight, swinging his whole body back to get that forearm up where it should be.

He’s pumping those pythons like they’ve never been pumped before.

He’s grimacing, and squinting his eyes closed and growling with every upward swing of his arm while he gnashes his big, meaty, yellow teeth together.

Man, he was WORKIN’ that dumbbell.

Good Lord above….what did I do in my lifetime to deserve you planting SSM in my direct line of vision?  Isn’t there a Hottie Hot Man around that you can toss my way sometime?  Thanks.

I don’t think I can eat anymore eggs.  I’ve had enough.  I think I plowed through the lifetime of 30 chickens over the past year.  Before I ever came to this site I was eating eggs for breakfast.  After I got here, not only was I eating eggs for breakfast, but I was eating them for lunch at times, for dinner when I felt too lazy to cook a decent meal, and for a nighttime snack when I was honnngry.

I’m laying off the eggs.  I can’t even think about them right now.  Ugh.  Belch.

Breakfast:  oatmeal mixed with protein powder and mashed banana
1 cup coffee w/ milk

Snack:  almonds

Lunch:  vegetables

almonds

Dinner:  chicken

vegetable
*looks like I’ll be cutting out almonds too.  I’ve eaten the living daylights out of those things.