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Exercise, A Sort-of Naked Men Rant and Shrimp Tacos

Angela Pea3 Comments
How did I move today?  Hopped back on the bicycle and rode to Dr. Tom’s office again to pick up DirtBike’s prescription!  It was MUCH easier today, since the wind wasn’t blowing at a steady 23 mph.
Some famous soccer player named VanPersie.
Did I see him running today shirtless? 
No.  If I had, I wouldn’t be complaining at all.
I’d probably stop the bike and gawk for a few minutes.
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What is it with men that makes them think they have to strip off their shirts in public as soon as the sun shines and the temperature rises above 74 degrees?  Seriously.  I appreciate that some of these dudes are overly proud of their man-abs and flexy muscles; and some of them may just be pursuing the bestest tan ever; but the rest of them?  Egads.  I’m pushing fifty, am slightly overweight and have been pregnant four times and I still have a shaplier torso. Blech!!  AND – the buff guys are carrying their shirts.  Come on.  You know they left their offices and cubicles completely intent on getting out and stripping to their shorts, so why didn’t they just leave the shirt at work?  Don’t use the “Oh, it’s so very hot,” excuse on me.

I wonder what sort of response I would get if I stripped my shirt off to go bike riding or running?  Seriously…the Enell bra covers all the good bits and quite a lot of my back and ribcage, so I would still be modest.  Just shirtless.

Shrimp Tacos for lunch.  OMGoodness they are so good.  Marinate the shrimp in firey mojo sauce, grill and serve on corn tortillas with diced tomatos, cilantro and a thin slice of avacado.  Very point friendly and tasty.

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Conversations with the Inner Brat – Insane Errand

Angela Pea2 Comments
Okay.  It’s another beautiful springtime day here in North Central Texas.  I had one important errand to do today, call in DirtBike’s prescrition.  Lunchtime rolls around and as I reach over to pick up the phone to call in the prescription refill, Olivia chimes in.

 Hey!  What are you doing? Hey yourself, Olivia.  I’m about to make a phone call for DirtBike. Ooooh!  I have a scandalously brilliant idea!  The Trinity Trail leads right to Dr. Tom’s parking lot, so lets’ ride the bike there!  Play outside!  Get some EXERCISE!! Olivia, that’s a pretty long ride.  What’s the matter?  Are you chicken? You are.  You ARE!!! You’re afraid you’ll get there and not be able to get back!  HA!!! I’m telling everyone… You know what Olivia?  I think for once you have a pretty good idea. Lucky you, my helmet is in the car and the company bikes are at our disposal.  Let’s do it! …three miles later… Whoa.  Why didn’t you remember that the way to Dr. Tom’s office is uphill and against the wind? I did remember, Olivia.  Think how easy it will be on the way back! …six miles later, coasting down an incline… Wheeeeeeeeeee.e.e.e.e.e.!!!! …8.5 miles later… Now you’re all sweaty and have helmet hair.  Yeah.  Isn’t it grand? 

Trinity Trails…the downhill view!

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No More Tears

Angela Pea1 Comment
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Yes, I know I’ve posted here and elsewhere how it’s about the healthy habits, the exercise, the journey…everything else besides The Number.  I’m a [sometimes] fraud.  Because when that number stalls and stays stalled for daysweeksmonths, it really stinks.  It gets hard to stay positive, and the self incrimination tape starts rolling through your head.  “I’m so fat.  I’m a failure. I can’t do this.”

 

This time I didn’t quit.  I cried in front of folks at WW. I ranted and raved about the injustice of it all and the unfairness of the struggle.  I hated the scale that just laughed at me and gave me a higher number even when I burned more calories than I ate.

   And I kept going. I exercised.  I counted every bite. I kept going. And this week, after all these weeksmonths, I saw results.  2.6 pounds down.EMail Anglea Pea