Beat like pig's feet, yo

I have been working 7 days a week recently between jobs #1,2 and 3.

• Job #1: Reading Specialist at an alternative high school. June 23rd is the last day of school and I'm actually unhappy about it. I've grown to love my new campus and I'm not looking forward to the end of the school year, but I will be happy to have a lot more free time. I am working summer school in another program, but only 3 days a week...no big.
• Job #2: Working as a clerk in my public library's Children's Room. It's a fun job. I work Thursday nights and Sundays. Sunday hours will be ending soon, so I will have less hours per week, but frankly, the Sunday librarian is a nut job, so I definitely need a break from him.
• Job #3: Just beginning....bartending/snack bar girl whenever I'm needed at a private yacht club. One would think the money would be good, but after a party or a night bar-tending, I've usually spent more on gas to get there than I get in tips. Bummer. It is an easy job and gets me access to an outdoor pool during the summer, so there are perks.
• Job #4: One day left...it's at my local library, too. I help at a Homework Help thing where kids can come in and have real, live teachers help them get their homework done right. It's a neat program, but the last day I work is coming up.

All this work is wearing me down! Soon my workouts will suffer, along with my patience and my sleep...but hey, the school year is almost over.

Chest, Triceps, and leftovers

It's Tuesday and we all know what that means...well, really only I know what that means. Even my workout partner, who answers to the name "Mom", doesn't know. I'm in charge of our weight routine, so that means I have to keep track and just let her know once we get to the gym. Fun for all! Now that 2 of my brothers are home (one is home from college, the other is home so that he can go to college), they are going to they gym, too. So, at times, there are way too many of my family at the gym. On Sunday afternoon it was: Me, Mom, Pat, Ian, and Chris (my husband). Way too many of us. If I owned that gym, I'd be afraid of a coup.

I'd also like to mention in today's post how much I love leftovers for lunch. I ate a pork chop, green beans and apple sauce for lunch. Frankly, I'd take that sort of meal over a sanwich any day of the week. Unless, of course, the sandwich happens to be smoked ham with expensive French double creme Brie and honey mustard on fancy bread. Then there will be extensive decision making to be had!

Update

A brief update for ya'll:

• My Weight Watchers weigh-in showed a four pound loss for the week. I know what you're thinking. "Holy Crap", which is exactly what I thought.
• I still haven't run outside, and I'm not sure when it'll happen. I might have to wait until school ends to find the time. I don't want to change what I'm already doing, I want to add it in.
• My sinus are now full of boogers. I am astounded that I never realized that Vicks has a nasal spray decongestant, with menthol. Hello! Why was I unaware for so long? It is helping me a ton, but I'm still waiting for gravity to work it's natural wonders on my nasal passages.

It's going to be a long week. What weigh-in can live up to the grandeur of a four pound loss in one week. I'm setting my sites low...lookin' for a pound this week.

I admit it!

I'm in good spirits today. I'm weighing light, I'm going to Target after work, it's payday, I'm going to the gym and I'm going to a party that I is right by the Yonkers' train station, so I get to take a train to, which makes it so much easier than driving to Yonkers. Aside from the fact that my sinuses must be packing their bags to go on a trip, because I am congested. All is well in the world outside of my head.

So, fair readers, today is a day to admit silly things we do. I, for one, have been massaging my belly fat in hopes to help it disappear. I figure it's a 3 tier plan: diet, exercise, and a firm massage. Anyone else care to step into the confessional?

Okay, enough is enough

I have to run outside. The avoidance is beginning to kill me. I am beginning to think that I might die if I don't get a run in outside...then again, considering the pollen count this spring and my allergies, a run outside, itself, might be the death of me. I guess that's what Zyrtec is for.

The weather around these parts has gotten so incredibly nice. It's sunny and mild. Perfect for running! So here I am considering waking up early a few days a week to actually get outside and run. Who have I become? Do I know how early I'd have to get up to do that properly? Apparently not. I don't care to process that information right now.

And races? I still haven't found a race that I want to participate in. Nor have I been actively searching. I've basically given up on that front. But I could easily find some local road races.

Here it is folks (all 3 of you who might read this), I am going to start running again, at least twice a week. I'm also going to sign up for a race. Now that it's in print (why does that sound familiar) I have to do it, right?

Yeah, so what?

Okay, it's not that I'm being lazy (well maybe a little) but I did post this on the Amazon blog...but I liked it...and if you read this blog, you may or may not read the other....sorry to those who do....but I don't think there is much overlap.


I now have a myriad of new excuses for why I am not able to run outside:

• I am boogerific. For those of you who are blessed and do not have allergies, you may not know what it is like to be boogerific. It is the state of being in which your cranium has a very high mucus to brain ratio. I think mine is currently 3:1...Mucus is winning.
• The pollen in the air is giving me a rash on my face. If I don't look good at the end, it ain't happening.
• I am way too tired from work. The teens on my campus (think alternative high school) are extra cranky and work resistant due to spring fever. I think they might even be in heat, but I'm not going to do any studies to follow up on that statement, so don't ask.
• I am obsessed with World of Warcraft. I must get my character past sergeant! I've been playing most evenings for at least 45 minutes and doing battlegrounds whenever I can. I need to kill those stupid Alliance characters and build honor within my army, but I digress. (And I'm going to play when I get home tonight!)
• I need, need, need new running shoes. Like now. I have not one dime to put towards this for another couple of weeks.

If, on the off chance I develop more excuses as to why I am not running outside, I will surely keep you all updated!

Okay, time for the truth

I know, I know, I'm not training for anything so what do you think I'm doing with all my time? Well, because there are only about 2 people who read this blog, and one is me and the other isn't even my mother, I will be up front about it. I've been quilting. Yes, quilting.

It's funny how I train with, or want to buy super modern equipment: heart rate monitors, GPS, tri bike...and then in the evenings, I sew by hand. I didn't even use a sewing machine for the quilt I'm currently quilting. It's 100% sewn by hand.

That is the dichotomy of Alanna...amazon and Amish all rolled into one.

Season Goal

I am lacking a season goal. I still have no races planned for this season. My training is stuck at gym machine cardio and weight lifting. Granted, I am getting stronger my the moment, and I'm likely to hulk out of my button down workshirts (as if) It's infuriating that not only do I not have a race to train for, but I am lacking the motivation to really *find* one. How lame is that?

And, on the weight watchers front, I did lose 1.8 last week, but 1.6 of that was an earlier gain! Huh? Can we agree on the degree of lameness on that, too?

I really shouldn't get down on myself about it, but I'm trying to be my own drill sergeant. I'm finding it difficult to intimidate myself. ..I might need to hire one....

Scale obsession

I am getting totally obsessed with checkin' out the numbers on the scale. Very sad and scary. It's getting so that it's all I think about. Really, though, I did it to myself...I'm determined to lose 3 pounds this week because of my 1.6 gain at last week's WI....so now I scrutinize my weight every time I pass the scale. I used to weigh myself each morning, but this week I've been weighing myself at crazy times, like when I get home from the gym, and right before I go to bed. I can't wait for this week to be over...holy cow. If I don't lose at least my 1.6 "gain", who knows what I'll be like next week!