Hey Dad,
When I'm fighting to finish my exercise circuit, I tend to think of 80's music and movie montages. Y'know the sort of montage I'm talking about. Think Rocky and the workout montage where he's running around Philly. While I'm no Slyvester Stalone, the montage idea helps me push through one more rep because I remember that this is just one moment and the finish line is closer with each rep.
So to provide a bit of a montage and some comic relief. I introduce November the cat and his treadmill.
Love you,
Stephanie aka Daddy's Gil
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Dance Camp
Hey Dad,
So last night I went to 'dance camp' to practice for the flash mob I'm going to be in. Do you know what a flash mob is, Dad? If not, click here. I've never really been that great of a dancer so luckily the moves are pretty simple. Simple enough that I'm actually feeling confident about performing in public (in the safety of a crowd of other dancers, mind you.)
The dancing really made me sweat and by the time 'dance camp' was over I was kaput. I spent a bit of time with Violet and hubs before bedtime.
How was your first day of PT? Did you kick some PT booty?
Love you,
Stephanie aka Daddy's Gil
So last night I went to 'dance camp' to practice for the flash mob I'm going to be in. Do you know what a flash mob is, Dad? If not, click here. I've never really been that great of a dancer so luckily the moves are pretty simple. Simple enough that I'm actually feeling confident about performing in public (in the safety of a crowd of other dancers, mind you.)
The dancing really made me sweat and by the time 'dance camp' was over I was kaput. I spent a bit of time with Violet and hubs before bedtime.
How was your first day of PT? Did you kick some PT booty?
Love you,
Stephanie aka Daddy's Gil
Monday, July 30, 2012
Walk outside
Hey Dad,
Just finished a meeting across campus and now I'm catching some rays in my chucks.
Just finished a meeting across campus and now I'm catching some rays in my chucks.
Breakfast time
Hey Dad,
What are you having for breakfast? Me? I'm eating 2 slices of toast with a smidge of PB.
Good luck with PT today!!
Love you,
Stephanie aka Daddy's Gil
What are you having for breakfast? Me? I'm eating 2 slices of toast with a smidge of PB.
Good luck with PT today!!
Love you,
Stephanie aka Daddy's Gil
Ouch!
Hey Dad,
So tonight, I followed up with my second day of weight lighting and cardio. I've got a bit of a habit of watching TV and snacking after Violet goes to bed, so I figured I'd keep me busy and do some exercise.
I'm using 10 pound weights and following the routine my personal trainer gave me. It is obviously working because I am already suffering some DOMS (Delayed Onset of Muscle Soreness.) The worst part about DOMS is that all the squats work my quads and make sitting down to go potty very slow and somewhat painful. I'm definitely thinking and re-thinking every time I need to use the restroom.
But I'm taking comfort in knowing that these sore muscles will be lean and toned muscles soon. Funny thing, after my hour workout (while I watched TV) I wasn't inclined to snack. The idea of undoing my hard work with a cookie seemed wrong. Another great thing is working out last night means I won't be getting up to run at 5 a.m. today.
Well I should probably try to get some sleep. I think I can rest now knowing that I've started this blog and we've teamed up.
I love you,
Stephanie a.k.a. Daddy's Gil
So tonight, I followed up with my second day of weight lighting and cardio. I've got a bit of a habit of watching TV and snacking after Violet goes to bed, so I figured I'd keep me busy and do some exercise.
I'm using 10 pound weights and following the routine my personal trainer gave me. It is obviously working because I am already suffering some DOMS (Delayed Onset of Muscle Soreness.) The worst part about DOMS is that all the squats work my quads and make sitting down to go potty very slow and somewhat painful. I'm definitely thinking and re-thinking every time I need to use the restroom.
But I'm taking comfort in knowing that these sore muscles will be lean and toned muscles soon. Funny thing, after my hour workout (while I watched TV) I wasn't inclined to snack. The idea of undoing my hard work with a cookie seemed wrong. Another great thing is working out last night means I won't be getting up to run at 5 a.m. today.
Well I should probably try to get some sleep. I think I can rest now knowing that I've started this blog and we've teamed up.
I love you,
Stephanie a.k.a. Daddy's Gil
Hey Dad!
Hey Dad,
I tried to call today but you didn't answer. I'm assuming it was because you were too busy dancing or galavanting around the hospital. Yeah, mostly that's just wishful thinking. Truth is, Dad, I've been to scared to call. I wasn't prepared for you to be in a car accident, that's probably something we have in common, huh? And since that Friday night, I've been scared to call and hear your voice cause then I'd have to accept the reality of what's going on. Denial is so easy to accept when you're 1,400 miles away. But I'm tired of being scared and admitting my fears to mom was a relief.
So now that the fear is out there, I want to help. I know you're facing an uphill battle with all this physical therapy so I want to team up with you Dad. I figured we could be PT pals via the Internet. I'll post about what I'm doing and hopefully mom or Rich can get you a computer in your hospital room and you can comment.
I love you Dad and I want you to know you don't have to face any of this alone. Even though I'm not nearby you're in my thoughts all day long.
I love you Dad.
Stephanie a.k.a. Daddy's Gil
I tried to call today but you didn't answer. I'm assuming it was because you were too busy dancing or galavanting around the hospital. Yeah, mostly that's just wishful thinking. Truth is, Dad, I've been to scared to call. I wasn't prepared for you to be in a car accident, that's probably something we have in common, huh? And since that Friday night, I've been scared to call and hear your voice cause then I'd have to accept the reality of what's going on. Denial is so easy to accept when you're 1,400 miles away. But I'm tired of being scared and admitting my fears to mom was a relief.
So now that the fear is out there, I want to help. I know you're facing an uphill battle with all this physical therapy so I want to team up with you Dad. I figured we could be PT pals via the Internet. I'll post about what I'm doing and hopefully mom or Rich can get you a computer in your hospital room and you can comment.
I love you Dad and I want you to know you don't have to face any of this alone. Even though I'm not nearby you're in my thoughts all day long.
I love you Dad.
Stephanie a.k.a. Daddy's Gil
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