To Love a Mockingbird

I have just finished 100 sessions of cardio in 100 days. Like just finished, still sweaty, heart rate still up! I feel elated that it is over and maybe just a little proud of myself for finishing. (OK, alot proud) To give you an idea about the length of this challenge, it has been going on since January 15! I have completed 50 hours or 3,000 minutes or 180,000 seconds, in other words… alot of sweat and sometimes some tears (when I really didn’t want to go) and even some blood at one point.

I wish that I could say that I lost the 30 pounds that I wanted to loose when I started. But I am happy with the 10 I lost because I gained so much more. I made it a point to exercise even when I thought I didn’t have time. I learned that I can start and finish something. I built stronger relationships with the people I care most about. Thank you Mom, Dad, and Samantha for all of the encouragement! I could not have completed this without all of you! A big thanks to my husband and my daughter for allowing me to be absent those 50 hours and not complaining (not once!) and for even coming along with me when I really didn’t feel like going!

And lastly, thanks for sticking around for my Academy Award style rant. I am off to collect my prizes for finishing 100 sessions of cardio in 100 days!

I know that I did not post Fat Loss Friday last week. Being off with Easter messed up my schedule and all the Easter candy did not help either. I have not slacked off on exercising though. Maybe this was my only saving grace over the break because the candy didn’t hit the scale as hard as I feared it would.

So anyway, I have this routine that I do ever night that is getting everything for the following day. I pack my morning snack, afternoon snack, lunch and water. Then I pack Lucy’s drinks, yes that is plural. I know that the sitter (which is working out great by the way, thanks for asking) is completely capable of fixing my child a drink when she runs out, but I have have this thing when it comes to her drinks. Like the juice cup starts to smell like juice and who would want to drink milk out of a cup that smells like juice or worse, who would want to drink water out of a cup that smells like milk. I realize that if I mixed up the cups and put different beverages in them that they probably wouldn’t start to take on the smell of one beverage in particular but then I would have to worry over the correct rotation of cups to make sure that one wasn’t getting used more for milk than water or juice and my way is actually easier (can you believe that!). I also wouldn’t have things like this to obsess over and what fun would that be. Besides, I don’t believe that this will cause any long term side effects to my childs mental health. So now you are dying to know what cup belongs to what beverage aren’t you? Well, this whole post has gotten way off track so I might as well go along for a little longer. This is the juice cup. This is the milk cup. We actually tried these for milk but the straw makes a complete mess! Lastly, this is the water cup. So there, are you happy now to know some of my crazy ways? (And to think I acutually have picked on my husband about being this way, our child doesn’t stand a chance, sorry Lucy.)

Now, back to the story at hand. Last night as I am just about through packing I realized that I needed to pack my gym bag in case it would be raining and I couldn’t go do my cardio outside, as planned ( do you see a common theme here? I told you I was a planner) T-shirt – check, pants- check, socks- check, heart-rate monitor, ipod- check and check. Oh yes, shoes, where are my shoes? That’s right I left them outside after my cardio yesterday. So I step outside to get them and quickly put them in my bag only to have the stinch of crap fill my nose. I am now looking around everywhere trying to figure out where it is coming from only to realize that it is coming from my shoes that are now sitting in a bag with clean clothes! Dog crap! All over the bottom and sides off my shoes.

Yesterday, I had walked though OUR yard to check the mail. Immediately I knew who the culprit was. It’s our neighbor directly across the street. She has two dogs and she is always letting them out. All the while we have a leash law in our town but try getting animal control out. You actually have to leave a message and they will get back with you long after the dogs have been put back in the house, of course.  

This is the reason that I do not have animals people! But I guess that I might would reconsider getting a pet for Lucy if I could train them to release their bodily functions in my neighbors yard instead of MINE! I do not dislike animals but I do dislike not being able to walk through the yard without getting crap on my shoes! So.Very.Annoying.

So the funny part of all of this is that Eric was the one calling Animal Control and I was the one being all “I don’t want to cause a stir” and not mentioning it when I would see the dogs in our yard. But now, NOW it’s on. Gimme that number to animal control, better yet put them on speed dial and I’ll be the one calling every time!