Friday, May 5, 2006 by Michelle
... I did 15 minutes on the treadmill again today without stopping. Yes, Warren did slow it to a fast walk around the 12-minute mark for 30-seconds or so, but nevertheless. Even jogging is becoming easier; each time I go out, I seem to be able to go a little bit farther before having to stop and walk.
I'm starting to see the "a" in "fat" turning into an "i" in "fit"!
Friday, May 5, 2006 by Michelle
Eons ago I was a fairly fast walker, but that has waned over the years as I've put on more and more weight. Now that I'm getting fit, the speed has gone up as the dress size has gone down. My little four-banger engine has been nitro-injected!
Case in point: I was walking downtown the other day with my husband Chris (5'11") and is good friend Bob (6'3") and they couldn't keep up to me. Two thin long-legged guys couldn't keep up with a 5'3" overweight woman! "I'm getting tired," and "would you slow down for Pete's sake!" whined the two of them more often than I care to share. And let me tell you, I felt smug like you wouldn't believe. After years of dawdling behind everyone, I'm now too quick for them... but don't tell my fitness trainer I'm feeling smug; he's bound to humble me with an increase in my treadmill terror speed!
Friday, April 28, 2006 by Michelle
In Canada, "crossing the floor" has become a political hot button, especially here in Vancouver (ref: David Emerson, the swine). In my own life "crossing the floor" has become a measure of fitness. "Huh?" You ask. For a long time now I've shopped at Cotton Ginny because they seem to understand that some women do indeed have thighs and butts that have a bit of flesh on them. Their stores have "regular size" and "plus size" sides. I remember having to go from one side of the store to the other as my weight increased (I crossed the floor); now I've started shopping back on the "regular size" side again (I crossed back). I was in between for a while, which is a pain in the ass let me tell you, but now I'm firmly in the regular size part of the store. It's pretty heady stuff that. I'm now nearly two dress sizes smaller than I was ten months ago. A couple of weeks ago, I bought some new clothes and it feels great (I like shopping for clothes as much as I enjoy watching paint dry, so it's unusual for me to feel great about shopping). I'm actually looking forward to these new clothes being too big for me by the end of the summer. Oh happy day!
Friday, April 21, 2006 by Michelle
My husband's co-worker, Doug Savage, writes "Chicken Cartoons on Sticky Notes" called Savage Chickens. Check it out at www.savagechickens.com. I think some of them are pretty damn funny, especially the one here. He's got a couple of funny recent ones (a) about pole dancing and (b) relieving the tough pain of crucifixion (in honour of Good Friday). Scroll around his archives and check them out. Can you tell he works in the corporate world?