Monday, February 27th
Keith and I went to Bear Valley on Saturday. It was MOBBED, but we'd driven 3 hours to get there so no turning back. Not a bad mountain. I hit one big jump in the terrain park at the end of our day, that was fun. I stood there and watched all the young'ns flying off the jumps for about 20 minutes before I got up the courage to give it a try. I just kind of hopped, but it was cool, I didn't bite it big time like I imagined and I'm ready to try some more. I tried a 2nd jump but slowed down too much and ended up sitting on the top of the jump heh. My butt was sore yesterday from spending 4.5 hours in a slightly squatted position while snowboarding (not falling). I haven't fallen much at all this season. My knee was killing me once again, but some Advil seemed to take care of it. It aches when I board after a few runs, but recovers pretty well by the next day. I can live with that. Sunday I rested and this am I got up early and went to the gym. After 30 minutes and 2 miles of walk/jogging on the treadmill I was ready to go home, but I stuck it out. I upped the incline to 8% and eeked out a mile in 20 minutes. My heart rate was up around 170, so I know my lungs and heart are getting a workout. I'm not so sure about fat loss, but whatever. Calories in vs. calories out. I thought about trying to do Atkins to kick start weightloss again, and I did it till about 4pm yesterday heh. Then I had some whole grain bread with peanutbutter so that blew it, but I didn't eat sugar all day so I'm pretty happy. I spent Sunday evening cooking to set myself up for this week at work. Hard boiled eggs, steamed veggies, brown rice... whee.
I'm obsessing slightly about the plastics. I'm trying to decide what I want done. For sure Fred's gotta go. Fredectomy. Fred-be-gone. C'mon people, I need more phrases for the Fred removal procedure. Send suggestions to apop@eradain.com. I am so looking forward to wearing cute underwear. Its just one of those girl things. Cute underwear can make all the difference in how your day goes. I either gotta wear granny chonies, which I refuse to do, or specially constructed thongs with a high waist in front. 3 different brand names have stopped making my preferred thong model and the ones I have left are starting to wear a little thin. Some of you can relate to the annoying "roll-down" syndrome. Either you get something high waisted enough to go over your Fred, which generally involves something that causes VPL, or an alternative model that eventually rolls down underneath your Fred and causes panic. Esp when wearing stockings. Control-top my ass. All that extra bit of Lycra does for me is cause the waistband of the stockings to roll into a tighter waist-tube under Fred. Fantastic.