Shannon’s BodyBlog

Schools are closed today because of the ice storm last week.  DAMN.

I’ll just get to the gym tonight.

The Giants lost to Dallas.  DAMN.

I HATE Dallas :S

Line from "House"…my favoritest show on TV:

(He is looking at a picture of a female fitness guru patient who is dying of a mysterious illness)

"Hm.  Curves AND muscles.  My penis is so confused."

I saw my cast of characters at the gym yesterday.

First I saw Chatty Cathy from the corner of my eye as I walked in and I could see him stop and look my way.  I had no time for chattiness because I had to get done and out of there, so I never looked his way to say "hello".

I knew that would open up the conversation flood if I did.
I was in the middle of doing walking lunges when he walked past me to leave and nodded his head and said "Hi".  I nodded back and kept on lunging.  Whew.  No conversation.

Then I saw the Breakdancer.  I was so happy to see him.  I could’ve used some entertainment during my workout.  But he never got jiggy with it.  He was hyper as hell though and couldn’t keep still while he was taking breaks in between his sets.  I know he wanted to breakdance sooo bad.

Finally, I saw HIM…..PJ (pervy janitor).  I had finished my workout and PJ was standing next to his big garbage can that he had blocking the entrance to the women’s locker room.  I squeezed into the locker room, got my stuff, and when I came out, he asked me if there was anyone in there getting dressed.  Of all people, I was the lucky one who had to talk to him, haha.  I told him there was someone getting dressed and also taking a shower.  He said "Thanks. Have a great day."  I said "Thank you".  I was gracious.  I wasn’t "dramatic" or "highschool" about it.

But I was skeeved out!  LOL.

Here is the best part of my day:

My 5 year old was excited to get the house decorated for Christmas.  We finally got everything out and were putting things up.  He asked me if Santa would be happy if we cleaned the family room.  I told him it would make Santa VERY happy.  So he said:

"Okaa-aay.  I’m going to go clean up!"

And he got busy in the family room cleaning it up!  It was absolutely spotless when I went in to check.  I thanked him and gave him a hug and told him he is my sweet baby boy.

"I’m not a BABAAAY, Momma!"

I told him he’d always be my baby even when he was 20.

I also need to tell him that Santa needs to be happy 365 days of the year

I couldn’t help myself and weighed in this morning.  I looked skinnier and FELT skinnier (you all know how I like to feel myself, hahaha) and what do you know, I dropped to 137.

So I’m feeling pretty confident that I can drop the rest by the week after next.  And that will be the weight that I maintain since any skinnier and people will be fighting over who gets to pull on my wish bone

Christmas comes up so fast when you’re an adult.  When I was a kid, I remember writing out the numbers 1-25 on my paper bag school book cover and marking the days as I daydreamed about what Santa would bring me.  It was sloooooow going, holy smokes.  Each day was an eternity for a little kid.

Today, each day flies by and I see the calendar getting shorter and shorter with each day the kids mark off on it.  I have to get EVERYTHING done.  Decorating, gift buying, Christmas card picture taking that will probably turn into New Year’s cards again.

My youngest insists that we bake oatmeal raisin cookies for Santa because it’s "healfy" for him.

‘Tis the season.

I’ve been on a soy quest for the past month.  My son has Type 1 diabetes and his cholesterol is elevated.  His endocrinologist suggested replacing animal protein with soy protein.

I was game as I’m open minded to trying everything at least once.  I’ve given the kids soy hot dogs which they loved.  When they were babies, I fed them cubes of flavored tofu.  So I wasn’t opposed to the idea at all.

I went out to buy chocolate soy milk which the kids went through in a day.  So that was a big hit….in the wallet too.

I bought various soy products like:

Ground soy meat (YUM…not)

Sliced soy cheese

Shredded soy mozarella

Soy sausage

I tried the ground soy meat and it was awful.

The kids didn’t like the sliced soy cheese no matter how I prepared it.

I ate a soy sausage last night and after 2 bites….I gave it the old college try….I threw it out.

BUT, my youngest requested a cheese omelette this morning, so I used the soy mozzarella.  Let me tell you, it was the most delicious omelette I’ve had in a long time.

How did I know?  Because after I made it, he took a nibble and declared he hates cheese omelettes now.  But mommy likey.

If anyone has favorite recipes that include soy products, please send them my way.  I’m still open to trying to find something the whole family will enjoy!

The janitor at the gym is a pervert.  Have I written about him?  He’s not the one I talked about and named The Stairmaster.  He’s another one.
And he stares at me longingly from beneath his unibrow.

When I first started going to the gym, I’d wear a tank top and yoga pants.  Nothing revealing, but it did show curves.

When I’d walk on the treadmill, he’d make a point to choose that moment to walk right in front of my machine and stare at me as he walked by to get to the garbage can near my row of machines.  Then he’d stare at me as he walked back to his dirty bucket of water and cleaning supplies.

He does that all the time.

Once I was out on the floor to do my weight routine, I’d catch him staring at me while I lifted.

Since then, I figured I’d make myself look as unappealing as possible, so I show up in a careless ponytail, a t-shirt, and my baggy sweatpants that I use as pajamas since I can’t wear them out anymore.

Guess what.  He stills stares at me!  I can’t shake this guy.

He is the main reason why I’d NEVER EVER do Donkey Calf Raises.

I don’t need to give this guy further ammunition to fuel his perverted fantasies or whatever he’s got going on.

I’m not going to bother complaining to management because I feel like it’ll be wasted breath on my part.  So I’ll just keep my eyes averted and maybe kick him in the knee cap when I walk past him.

Christmas time is FAST approaching and if you haven’t gotten your special lady something yet, watch this.  It’ll be the best 4 minutes you’ll experience (other than what you do in bed, HAHAHAHAHA).

Yeah.  This is a bodybuilding site and exercise is the best thing around.  But believe me when I tell you that fitness "things" are not the best gifts.

This will save your life.  Really.

Well, if anything, I’m doing a hell of a job MAINTAINING my weight.  Instead of focusing on losing weight, I’ll focus on maintaining consistency with my weight training and cardio routines.

What can I do?  I’ll focus on eating clean, improving the weight I lift, and beat the times on my calorie burns to see where that gets me by Christmas.

It’s not like I’ll stop doing what I’m doing now once I reach my goal weight (IF I ever reach it).
So far so good on both although I didn’t do cardio over the weekend and I thought getting sleep was more important than waking up early to get it done.  And what do you know.  I didn’t get any sleep either.  I woke up on the hour every hour for some reason.  Oh well.

On another front, I’m going to be as single as a married woman can get.  Meaning, no husband in the house for the next couple of days.

So I’ll be getting used to having things to myself like a bed and a remote, and I don’t have to cook!  I can make breakfast for dinner for the kids and I can eat a can of tuna for dinner if I want.  The possibilities are endless.  Haha.  I know how to live it up single-style, eh?
When the cat is away, the mice will play

I’ve read three stories this morning about men using food to abuse their wives or girlfriends.

NO.  They’re not cooking their wives dinner and subjecting them to the abuse of eating it.

They are hitting their wives/girlfriends with the food.  What is up with that?

One man has a Big Mac Attack and mashes his McDonald’s cheeseburger in his girlfriend’s face after she tossed his drink out of the car window during an argument in their car.  And after they get out, he proceeds to pick up the burger and mash it in her face again.

Another man gets angry with his wife for cooking him macaroni and then hurls the pot of it at her.
Finally, a man hurls his sammich at his girlfriend….while she was driving on an interstate highway no less….causing her glasses to get knocked off and her nearly losing control of the vehicle.  He said he used the sammich because he didn’t want to hit her with his fist.

What are we going to do about this?
Breakfast:  1 whole egg, 3 egg whites

coffee w/ milk

Nothing is working right with my Bodyspace or my blog.

Now to top it off, I can’t access my workout tracker.

Damn you!

I’ve been plagued by insomnia for the past few nights.  It either causes me to hit a brick wall during the day, or it causes me to get all goofy.  Well, I’ve got to get a grip on it because I’m going to subject you to some knock knock jokes that had me laughing like a goofy loon:

Knock knock

Who’s there?

One shoe

One shoe, who?

One shoe come home Bill Bailey, one shoe come home?

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Knock knock

Who’s there?

Moo

Moo, who?

Well make up your damn mind!  Are you a cow or an owl?

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Knock knock

Who’s there?

Yah

Yah, who?

Ride ‘em cowboy!
Here’s a special treat for you all to start your weekend with.  Back story:  When I first got my driver’s license when I was 17, my sister, who is about 4 yrs younger than me, would ask me to take her for a drive and we would drive to nowhere in particular listening to various cassette tapes and we would sing away….failing horribly at harmonizing….as much as we tried.  One of the songs was Bonnie Tyler’s "Total Eclipse of the Heart".  Well, the other day, my sister wrote to my on my Facebook wall saying she wanted to take a drive with me and sing "Total Eclipse of the Heart".  I wrote back with a link and said "Like this version?"

I sent her a Youtube version of the song from Will Farrell’s wedding scene in "Old School".  Holy cr*p it never fails to make me laugh: (WARNING:  SWEAR WORDS)

HIIT:  26 minutes, 500 calories

Weight Training:  Shoulders and abs

Breakfast:  2 whole eggs, 3 egg whites

Lunch:  salad w/ sunflower seeds

Dinner:  Spaghetti and meatballs

Water:  9-12 cups?