MyNetDiary – Week 2

My second week on MyNetDiary was a fail! I stopped logging about Wednesday-ish again. The kids started back to school on Wednesday and we had Back to School night and a stake swimming party. Friday night my friend Kari and I drove up to Logan to pick up our packets for the Top of Utah Half Marathon. Well, we’re marathon drop-outs. We gave our two bibs to two of her friends who actually wanted to do the race, were trained up for the race, and weren’t able to sign up in time. I’d rather give my bib to someone who is ready and excited about a race, than do a race begrudgingly and only out of obligation. But we already booked and paid for our hotel room so instead we had a mini-friend-cation. Saturday we got massages, a pedicure, and went shopping. On our way home we ate our mutual favorite restaurant, Maddox. Oh yummy corn pones. It was relaxing and fun and just the rejuvenation I needed. I laughed so hard my sides ached afterwards.

So yeah, I didn’t really log much or stick to my calorie plan or even exercise. I’m a bad bad Rissa. One thing I have learned from MND so far is that I’m not incorporating enough fiber into my breakfast choices so now I’m thinking of ways I can do this.
Since this week is less crazy, I’m hoping to get back on track. Except that this coming weekend is Labor Day and I might have to have a last hurrah of the summer.
On to week 3, bleeps.
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My Feminist Holiday


Today is a feminist holiday for me. Ninety years ago today the 19th Amendment to the Constitution was ratified giving women the right to vote. It blows my mind that less than 100 years ago women were someone’s property. Women did not have the right to vote and hold office. Women were not people! I can’t even understand this.

We all know about Susan B. Anthony. She has a silver dollar named after her. She started in the late 1800s with the suffragist movement. But it wasn’t until the radical likes of Alice Paul and Lucy Burns came along that votes for women really started to heat up in the early part of the 20th century. Seriously, if you don’t know anything about Paul or Burns, google them. Run, don’t walk, to your nearest video store and rent “Iron Jawed Angels.” They are my feminist sheros. They stood outside Wilson’s White House with their big signs that said “Mr. President, how long must women wait for Liberty?” They were jailed for this. They were jailed for several months where they were beaten and given worm-ridden food and infested water to drink. Just for wanting to be counted as people!!!!
I am so thankful for the women who marched in their ranks. For the women who had the courage to stand up and say that women are people too. We deserve rights! Let’s not ever take that for granted ladies. Get your butt into a voting booth in November. Remember what your grandmothers and great-grandmothers fought for so you have the right to walk into any polling station and not be hassled or arrested. Less than a hundred years ago you would have been.
“Cast of the shackles of yesterday, shoulder to shoulder into the fray, our daughters’ daughters will adore us, and they’ll sing in grateful chorus, ‘Well done, Sister Sufragettes!'”

He Makes me Laugh

I could seriously just dedicate an entire blog to funny things that my 6 year old son says or does. He is hilarious. Unintentionally hilarious. All the adults in the neighborhood think he’s the smartest and funniest kid they know.

Just a few examples of his funnies:
-On the way to Grandma’s house the other night, he sang a rock song he made up while playing air guitar.
-He asked me if we could put a pool in the backyard and fill it full of hammerhead sharks.
-One night I saw the light on underneath his bedroom door an hour or so after bedtime. When I checked on him, he was doing homework. When I asked him why he said, “I just like doing homework, Mom.”
-He told me when he grew up and got married, he was gonna have a wallet.
-One night he started listing off all the things he was going to have when he grew up. A lawnmower, a 4 wheeler, a back hoe, shovels, a power trimmer, etc. When I said, “Sounds like you have your life figured out,” he said, “Pretty much.”
-He memorized the lyrics to the Weezer song, “Pork and Beans,” and likes to sing them while playing the Rock Band guitar.
-Speaking of which, one day he asked me where I was going. When I said “the gym,” he said, “work it out at the gym to fit my underwear.”
-When he asked for an Otter Pop one night I told him no because it was too close to bedtime. He replied, “Touche.”
Seriously, this kid keeps us rolling in the aisles.

Thank You Christina Hendricks

Thank you for showing America that women with fair skin are beautiful.

Thank you for showing America that women with curves are sexy.
Thank you for showing America that it’s okay not to starve yourself in order to be beautiful.
Thank you for showing America that curvy women can wear beautiful clothes and make them look good.
Thank you for showing me that women with my body type, fair skin, and women with curves like me are beautiful. Because I’ve been told all my life that my Marilyn Monroe-esque body type wasn’t as beautiful as Kate Moss’ waifish silhouette. It makes me happy to realize I don’t need to be a size 0 with big fakies, tanned leather skin, and sucked out fat to know that I am beautiful.
Christina Hendricks, thank you for changing minds of what is beautiful in Hollywood.
This is for all my curvy sistas out there.

Connundrum

Last year my friend Kari talked me into doing the Ogden Half Marathon. This year she’s trying to talk me out of doing the Top of Utah Half Marathon.

Last year we trained our butts off. We did our long walks every Saturday faithfully. We did our shorter walks during the week despite being tired or sick or after having worked all day long.
This year, Kari hasn’t trained as much as she would like. And I’ve been sick the last couple of weeks. We have a hotel room reserved near the starting point of the race. Kari is trying to talk me into having a Girl’s Night and not doing the race.
I don’t know what to do.
On the one hand I paid the entrance fee for the race ($35). I have somewhat trained. The last long walk I went on was 8 miles, which is pretty darn good.
On the other hand, I have been sick and haven’t walked in a good 2 weeks. The race is in 9 days and I know I’m not prepared. I’ve been anxious about it myself, and Kari not wanting to do the race with me, makes me not want to do it either.
Sigh.
I don’t know what to do.
I don’t really want to the race. I already proved to myself once that I could. But I’m also worried that if I don’t have a goal to work toward, than I won’t work out.
Sigh.

In a Bear Lake state of mind

For the first part of this week I was plagued by yet another kidney infection. The latter half of the week I was on vacation up at Bear Lake. Therefore I paid no attention to MyNetDiary. I was caring more about not throwing up the food I just ate after taking Lortab, to combat the intense pain of a kidney infection, than counting calories. And I was enjoying the beautiful turquoise blue waters of Bear Lake too much to be bothered with my iPod other than to listen to music.

So I promise I will blog about MyNetDiary next week. I have a lot of good things to say about it, but I feel like I need to use it consistently for an entire week before I can accurately write about it.
And this has nothing to do with anything, but are the judges smoking crack this season on “Project Runway” or is it just me?