I didn't fall, I was just looking for something

Oh what a glorious day! No ice. No rain. No cold. Just a nice windy 70 something day.

A great day for jogging.

We had finished tests and I sent the boys outside to play while I walked/ran. I hooked up my pedometer to my pants, laced up my shoes, strapped on my ipod and off I went.

I turned on the music and I warmed up by walking. Enjoying the warmth of the sun but trying to stay erect from the force of the wind.

Up the hill and then down the hill. Breathing in then exhaling out. Faster and faster I walked to warm-up.

It was finally time to start my jog. One foot in front of the other, listening to good music. All is well, and then it happens.

My weak ankle didn't get enough warm-up and it turned on me. Knocking me off my feet and onto the ground.

I quickly get up and look around. Making sure that no one saw me make a fool of myself. Living out in the country does have it's advantages.

Coming to the conclusion that nobody was around when I gracefully fell, I pretend to be stretching (just in case someone is coming up the road) and check out my hurt knee.

No scratches, just a bruise starting to form. I give my ankle a lecture and continue on. Fighting against the wind, to finish what I started.

Ironically, the song that I was listening to said "Every time I fall" Maybe I need to start listening to "I will survive".

My top 10 reasons to exercise

1. My body can't be eating more calories than it's taking out. My body tends to become friends with the fat that comes in it and it won't let it leave.

2. I don't want to look like a flabby soon to be 40 yr old.

3. I want my kids to learn that exercise and nutrition are good choices to make.

4. I would eventually like to get Hubster off his medications.

5. I don't want to have cottage cheese looking legs.

6. I want to fit back into my skinny jeans.

7. I don't want UB to play with my muffin top anymore.

8. I don't want AB to tell me that my fat looks like an extra muscle.

9. I want my boys to run races with me.

10. I want to live a healthy lifestyle.

My legs are throwing a pity party

When I decided last year to do some getting back in shape stuff this year, my mind was whooping and hollering. In a good way.

My body, especially my legs were telling my mind that it was crazy. It was the most ludicrous thing they had ever heard.

But my mind didn't listen, it kept picturing the way I ran back when I was in High School and keeping positive thoughts about how I could do it again.

With a little extra hard work.

My legs were the first to complain. They were not liking that one bit.

I started in January and my legs threw a temper tantrum. Much like the tantrums that toddlers throw when they don't get that candy at the store.

Unfortunately, my legs weren't the only ones that threw that tantrum. It seemed like my entire insides did too. My lungs complained that they couldn't catch their breath, my kidney's said they hurt, my bladder said it couldn't hold it that long and my heart, boy, my heart said that it felt like it was going to break.

My legs were encouraging all these other body parts. Telling my mind what they thought about the whole thing.

My mind kept thinking positive thoughts and listening to good songs in order to ignore the tantrums.

Last week was not a good week. Ice everywhere. Ice on my house. Ice on my plants. Ice on my sidewalk. Ice on my driveway and ice on the roads.

I did what my body wanted me to do. I ate and ate and ate all the bad foods and didn't exercise inside the comfort of my own home.

I sure did pay for that on Monday when I started back again. I've been running/walking outside my house and my land is hilly. Those hills are brutal. Punishing my legs to feel pain they hadn't felt in a long time.

My kidney, bladder and heart were upset with my legs because they were actually enjoying the exercise and have come to be one with my mind.

Now it seems that my legs have recruited another part to join them in this opposition.

My hiney.

My hiney agrees with my legs. They mostly complain when I do the sprints up the hills.

Last night they complained while I was trying to sleep. Guess they thought they could teach me a lesson.

I'm not giving in. I'm going to fight 'till the end.

All I'm going to say is "Legs and Hiney, Hit me with your best shot!!!"

I have become THAT Lady at Wal-Mart....

you know, the lady at Wal-Mart you don't like to be behind at the register?

The one with 20 little items in the 20 or less checkout lane?

Well, I'm not THAT lady, I'm the other lady.

After the ice storm last week, we were needing some groceries. I hadn't gone out in a week and even if I wanted to drive in the ice, the boys were not getting in the car with me.

I went grocery shopping on Saturday. I had to go to the dreadful Wal-Mart only because they carry some things that the other store I like to go to doesn't. But I still ended up going to the other store as well.

I was dreading going to WM but I was excited because I was alone. No kids to tell me they needed to go to the bathroom. No kids to put powdered donuts in my basket when I'm not looking. No boys to be fighting down on aisle 9 over who gets to ride the basket.

Did I mention no kids?

I had forgotten that it was Superbowl weekend along with payday first of the month. So the lines were long and people were jam packed in every aisle.

I had gone through all the sale ads and had written down stuff that I was going to ad match.

So I am THAT woman. The woman who has lots to ad match and you don't like being behind because it takes lots of time.

But I didn't care. I was alone and could concentrate on saving money.

I did have a long list that saved me about 10 bucks at the end. I also had coupons. (vicious laugh here)

And the cashier knew of some items that I hadn't said were ad matched, but she remembered.

So, anyone THAT woman like me?