<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012012328869340088</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:46:28.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Divorcing my sofa</title><subtitle type='html'>my attempt to get fit in my middle age</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942615470265702115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuhXY86tXNQ/SXVG5k1hExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w1dfEF6U6Lg/S220/images%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012012328869340088.post-3620145540182635205</id><published>2009-03-03T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T06:51:14.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry...*L*</title><content type='html'>I apologize for complaining. I have NOTHING to complain about. My things are not a drop in the bucket compared to some families. I have a job and a home I can afford so I need to be grateful and not dwell on the tiny aggravations of life. Leaves for crying out loud it is just leaves and trash cans.&lt;br /&gt;I need to add right here and right now something that I am extremely grateful for. Muffy and Aaron gave me my gym membership and it is the best thing anyone could have done for me. The very best. I still have to make myself go but when I am there I am comfortable and ready to work.  I don't want to miss going but I have so many chores that need doing around here that I have to make time and just do it. The spring in my step is coming back. You are never to old to exercise and weight bearing exercise is so rewarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of you who have lost weight and exercise I have to make note here....I had forgotten what it feels like to  have muscle instead of fat. I had gotten used to thinking I felt OK walking around with no muscle but I see now how tired carrying the fat makes you feel. It is not good.  Your back hurts, your knees are weak and you have no breath. Everything aches, I feel like I had started to turn my thoughts inward on every ache and pain. Life is painful, you bump the end of the bed while your making it up, you trip on the edge of the rug and almost fall and bang yourself bringing the grocery bags in. I remember thinking ouch owww ohhhh  alot of times but now it seems silly. When I load the leg press, the weights weigh 45 lbs and it's no big deal. No grocery bag weighs 45 lbs. I guess I mean life doesn't hurt and ache anymore . The soreness is a GOOD soreness now. I can feel myself coming back alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to my beloved family, I love them so much and their kindness daily overwhelms me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not gonna be on the pages of muscle and fitness  BUT my grass is gonna be cut in a timely fashion . BTW you can get fit in in your middle age......if you want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012012328869340088-3620145540182635205?l=memsblog-mem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/feeds/3620145540182635205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012012328869340088&amp;postID=3620145540182635205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/3620145540182635205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/3620145540182635205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/2009/03/sorryl.html' title='sorry...*L*'/><author><name>mem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942615470265702115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuhXY86tXNQ/SXVG5k1hExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w1dfEF6U6Lg/S220/images%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012012328869340088.post-6600701153584412898</id><published>2009-02-28T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T09:15:55.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>I can't seem to keep the mometum up here, I read at other sites but sometimes I don't have anything to say. I think it is because I talk at work all day and I am talked/typed out.&lt;br /&gt;The exercise is going very well, I can tell that I am making major changes in my fitness. I can run through R.O.C.K. in the USA with out my mouth open sucking air and barely finnishing it. TaDah. I have bested myself by seconds the last two treadmill sessions and I guess I will have to be satistfied with seconds and hope for minutes as time goes by.&lt;br /&gt;The weight lifting part comes alot more easily to me. I have squatted 105 and pressed 95 so I think that is just a matter of doing the work. WORK that is all it is. Can you do the hard work, is the answer to getting fit. Sounds easy and it IS NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now....mental things......I find this the hardest part. I can get myself worked up over the least things. For instance, my neighbors who NEVER bring they're trash cans back from the road. If I have another of my customers ask me why don't I bring my cans back to my house I will scream. I have spoken to them but to no avail. The owner blows her leaves into my yard and burns limbs on  the cormer of my property .  This is gettin so old and disrespectful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The house is for sale and by golly if one of my family doesn't buy the house then I will have to have an iron-clad agreement about the new owners using my driveway. The property is land locked and I have to give ingress and egress ( sp?). Now that is  getting to me .&lt;br /&gt; Next I am turning off my house phone and just using my cell pretty soon. I have put my cell number on my answering machine and repeated the number slowly three times and I still have customers leaving messages on the house phone. DUH!!! I am having to keep it on for a few more months while they finally get the message. I want to scream PAY ATTENTION!!!&lt;br /&gt;I can't list all my grievances it would overtake this blog...might be more interesting though.&lt;br /&gt;Exercise is an perfect escape. I sweat and channel all my frustration into working out.&lt;br /&gt;I think that if people would just be aware of what is actually their property and what is their right and not let their mess/disfunction spill over into somone else's life then we would all get along better. I don't want to work and pay for someone else's laziness or bad choices.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in helping a neighbor or friend but it would be nice to think that they appreciate your help. I know I know we should be willing to help with no hope for acknowlegement but this world is full of takers nowadays and the givers are getting worn thin.&lt;br /&gt;I would never think to blow my leaves into my neigbors yard or even walk onto their property without just reason.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH let me get to the gymn and shut up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012012328869340088-6600701153584412898?l=memsblog-mem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/feeds/6600701153584412898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012012328869340088&amp;postID=6600701153584412898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/6600701153584412898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/6600701153584412898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>mem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942615470265702115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuhXY86tXNQ/SXVG5k1hExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w1dfEF6U6Lg/S220/images%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012012328869340088.post-4382891006812765801</id><published>2009-02-12T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T19:51:44.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday</title><content type='html'>Today I needed to get my legs done because I will be out of town Saturday. I am going to meet friends in New Orleans for an overnight visit and junking at the flea markets. I can't wait to see them.&lt;br /&gt;The thought of missing a workout worries me and today I still didn't really feel like myself. I discovered why yesterday. It is the green squiggles off the live oaks. Spring is so close and the trees are about to set their leaves. It's allergy time in other words. That explains the maliase I have been feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was losing my desire to get this done and that is not it at all. Thank goodness!&lt;br /&gt;Today I got in my 2 miles on the treadmill and then the almighty step ups, which  by the way are getting a teeny bit easier. Leg press, calves, hamstrings and then leg extensions. Always abs every workout. So now I can enjoy my visit with friends and be back right on schedule on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm on my way to N.O. tommorrow and the junk stores await!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012012328869340088-4382891006812765801?l=memsblog-mem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/feeds/4382891006812765801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012012328869340088&amp;postID=4382891006812765801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/4382891006812765801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/4382891006812765801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/2009/02/thursday.html' title='Thursday'/><author><name>mem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942615470265702115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuhXY86tXNQ/SXVG5k1hExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w1dfEF6U6Lg/S220/images%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012012328869340088.post-2792678519039610689</id><published>2009-02-10T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T19:13:24.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it anyway</title><content type='html'>Today I felt kinda tired and not so great. I kept my housedress on the whole day. I was suppose to go to the gym today and shoulders bi's and tri's. I just could not make myself. I took an afternoon nap and just felt poorly.&lt;br /&gt;The more I thought about not going to the gym the worse it made me feel. The guilt was overwhelming. Tonight the Biggest Loser was gonna be on and I knew I would feel horrible watching it and knowing I missed my workout.&lt;br /&gt;SO...I got myself up ,put on old clothes ,drug my bike and trainer into the living room and did my workout at home during  Biggest Loser. Thirty minutes on my bike pretty fast and then all of my shoulder bi's and tri's excerises. I have dumbells here at home. I used 12's for all my sets. I finnished up with alot of lower ab excercises.&lt;br /&gt;I did it and the feeling of not missing is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;It is better at the gym because of the air , the room and the whole idea of it being set up for excercise but my living room was OK in a pinch.&lt;br /&gt;So memo to self.....the guilt of not doing is huge and the excitment of accomplishment feels so good.&lt;br /&gt;I did it .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012012328869340088-2792678519039610689?l=memsblog-mem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/feeds/2792678519039610689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012012328869340088&amp;postID=2792678519039610689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/2792678519039610689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/2792678519039610689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-did-it-anyway.html' title='I did it anyway'/><author><name>mem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942615470265702115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuhXY86tXNQ/SXVG5k1hExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w1dfEF6U6Lg/S220/images%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012012328869340088.post-3058485669878520817</id><published>2009-02-09T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:55:13.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a new week</title><content type='html'>I thought that I would post everyday but my life is not that full so every once in a while is about all I'm good for. Sad as it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;This past Saturday I had an awesome leg workout. I knew it was awesome because I had legs like Jello. If you can still walk normally then you didn't work hard enough. I have accepted the challenge to myself to do step-ups every leg day. When they get easy then I will add a riser.&lt;br /&gt;I told Aaron today that I am not able to run but for 3 minutes. I can't seem to break past the three minute mark. I am walking at 4.0 to 4.3 , I can only run at 5.6 for 3 minutes. Aaron gave me a plan to start adding running time. I'm gonna get those instructions one more time( I forgot exactly how long to do what) and then I will give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;Today was chest and back and my ability to add more weight and keep my form is going pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I might add here that this whole process is not being driven by my want to be in a beauty pagent or wear a size 4. I simply want to cut my grass in 1 session instead of 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL Aaron here is MY list....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to cut my grass in 1 day instead of 2&lt;br /&gt;I want to bring in my groceries in 2 trips instead of 5&lt;br /&gt;I want to walk down the steps without thinking I'm gonna fall&lt;br /&gt;And if I do trip, I want to be able to get up and dust myself off instead of calling an ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;I want to walk my long driveway to the mailbox and not be winded.&lt;br /&gt;I want to pull weeds and rake and plant and still be able to walk into the house and not collaspe on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;But mostly I want to just dream to feel like I did before the wreck when I was strong and fit and took my good health for granted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012012328869340088-3058485669878520817?l=memsblog-mem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/feeds/3058485669878520817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012012328869340088&amp;postID=3058485669878520817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/3058485669878520817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/3058485669878520817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-new-week.html' title='It&apos;s a new week'/><author><name>mem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942615470265702115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuhXY86tXNQ/SXVG5k1hExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w1dfEF6U6Lg/S220/images%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012012328869340088.post-3618540243781106069</id><published>2009-02-03T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:54:08.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's gone</title><content type='html'>I don't want to be negative about anyone but I just have to say that Jonelle is gone from the Biggest Loser and I am glad.&lt;br /&gt;She was not trying!!!!! You have to try. You have to give it all you have. The muscle lives in the last two reps you think you just cannot do. I have 15 reps to on all my excercises and I am gonna do them even if it kills me and sometimes it does.&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye Jonelle you didn't try hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;Give it all you got and you will rewarded..that's what I tell myself every time I go to the gym. I have allllmost got myself convenced, all most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012012328869340088-3618540243781106069?l=memsblog-mem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/feeds/3618540243781106069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012012328869340088&amp;postID=3618540243781106069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/3618540243781106069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/3618540243781106069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/2009/02/shes-gone.html' title='She&apos;s gone'/><author><name>mem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942615470265702115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuhXY86tXNQ/SXVG5k1hExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w1dfEF6U6Lg/S220/images%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012012328869340088.post-5488394932043179327</id><published>2009-02-03T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T14:38:47.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oops!</title><content type='html'>Don't let me make appointments for you. I thought yesterday was Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;I got off schedule this morning and I thought about not going to the gym till tommorrow . Nah I made myself go. I walked outside for my 2 miles. It was glorious. The sun was shining and it was in the 60's. There is a track at the health club.&lt;br /&gt;When I went inside to workout on the weights I found that I was the only one there whu who!!!! It was peaceful and I got a good workout even after I drug my feet about going. I worked my triceps hard but it felt good.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight the cold is coming back but I have done all my body parts already so I just need to add some more cardio.&lt;br /&gt;Little tiny steps that will add up in the long run. My strength is returning after 6 years of being absent. I can hardly believe it. Even at this age (56) I am gonna be stronger than I was at 45.&lt;br /&gt;I believe/know it is in the recovery. You have to recover to gain. I am proof of muscle memory and the benefits of recovery time.I have been going  to the gym since Nov. 20 and I am able to lift 4 sets of 15 with 15 lb. dumbells. Muscle memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012012328869340088-5488394932043179327?l=memsblog-mem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/feeds/5488394932043179327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012012328869340088&amp;postID=5488394932043179327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/5488394932043179327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/5488394932043179327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/2009/02/oops.html' title='oops!'/><author><name>mem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942615470265702115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuhXY86tXNQ/SXVG5k1hExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w1dfEF6U6Lg/S220/images%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012012328869340088.post-1445566430797513137</id><published>2009-02-02T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:06:18.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tuesday? It must be chest and back.&lt;br /&gt;I had a good walk on the treadmill . The chest press bench was busy so I decided to use dumbells on the flat bench for my chest press. I managed the last 2 sets of 15 reps with 25 pound dumbells. I wasn't easy but I got it done. Always moving forward and never backward. So now the last 2 sets will always be with 25's. Using dumbells makes you use assistor muscles to help stabilize the weight and it is a better work out in some peoples opinion. You lose that on machines. The machine stabilizes the weight.&lt;br /&gt;I'm 2 months into this and I have 10 months to go before I can really tell a difference. I need to get a photo of my flabby self on here so I will have a reference when the year is up. Do I have the nerve to do that???awhh you don't know me anyway so who cares. Afterall it is what I really look like, it's not like I am walking around in a flab suit I AM the flab suit. As my Sister would say that is why there are goats AND sheep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012012328869340088-1445566430797513137?l=memsblog-mem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/feeds/1445566430797513137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012012328869340088&amp;postID=1445566430797513137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/1445566430797513137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/1445566430797513137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/2009/02/tuesday-it-must-be-chest-and-back.html' title=''/><author><name>mem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942615470265702115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuhXY86tXNQ/SXVG5k1hExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w1dfEF6U6Lg/S220/images%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012012328869340088.post-5914930004637285031</id><published>2009-02-01T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T15:10:00.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I read Aaron's blog  entries and I know I have to keep my momentum up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brandon is taking him to the next level, once he breaks through this we won't remember him as the big guy much longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find that the emotional things are the hardest not the excercise. You have to focus and your social circle has to adjust to the difference in you because of this. It is best to surround your self with supportive people, that is where my family comes in. With out them I am not so good. I guess I would say that in just my everyday life....with out my family I am not so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's funny but my family "gets" me. I don't have to apologize amd explain myself to them. They know my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are a family of teasers, we love the off handed comment. If we can tease you we like you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday was legs for me again and I added the famous step-ups. Aaron is right they are the nastiest things to do. I don't ever see anyone else doing those when I am at the gym. I guess I have decending sets to do shortly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012012328869340088-5914930004637285031?l=memsblog-mem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/feeds/5914930004637285031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012012328869340088&amp;postID=5914930004637285031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/5914930004637285031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/5914930004637285031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-read-aarons-blog-entries-and-i-know-i.html' title=''/><author><name>mem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942615470265702115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuhXY86tXNQ/SXVG5k1hExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w1dfEF6U6Lg/S220/images%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012012328869340088.post-1214608234970488725</id><published>2009-01-27T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T13:37:48.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>I keep saying that I am feeling better and better and getting good workouts in but today I feel I am making huge progress. I am getting my old work ethic back. I am a work horse when I get going. In fact today I got the best and most wonderful compliment. A man in the club who is probably in his thirties, a very nice black man, told me today, " Mam, I have been to this gym for two years now and I have never seen any woman in here work as hard as you." Awwwh I was so proud .&lt;br /&gt;I bested myself today and broke the 13 minute mile. I made it in 12:54.....LOL  Now I know that is not fast but when I started in November I walked a 17 minute mile. I only run for 2:54 minutes. The length of Rockin in the USA. I run at 5.4.&lt;br /&gt;I am moving forward in small baby steps but I am still moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing this for myself and to get that wonderful feeling of endorphines. ENDORPHINES *L*&lt;br /&gt;I am also doing this with my family. We are rewriting our stories. We talk about food but not much, I mostly talk about myself and when others are talking it gives me time to think of what I am going to say next. Aaron would you concur sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love going to the gym.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012012328869340088-1214608234970488725?l=memsblog-mem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/feeds/1214608234970488725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012012328869340088&amp;postID=1214608234970488725' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/1214608234970488725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/1214608234970488725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/2009/01/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>mem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942615470265702115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuhXY86tXNQ/SXVG5k1hExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w1dfEF6U6Lg/S220/images%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012012328869340088.post-1336126635848410322</id><published>2009-01-26T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:22:12.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was an awesome workout</title><content type='html'>Today I got to the gym after 12. I had an awesome run/walk and I felt pretty good about the increase in speed I was able to walk. I am trying to best myself everytime . When I get a mile in the 12 minute range I will be so proud. I'm trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I felt good and rested. My food has been really healthy and I feel my strength improving. I am not weighing, I don't really care. I weighed at first and the scale didn't move and I felt bad but the last week I made the decision to just go for the endurance and strength not the weight.&lt;br /&gt;I am so surprized at the gains I am making. I realize now that I had over trained for years. Really over trained.  This is gonna be do-able.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to tell this story and offer myself up as comic relief. My Saturday dinner friends and I went to a Noodle house for dinner. I was looking forward to the raw spring rolls ( Aaron is so tired of hearing the words spring rolls, it's all I talk about ) and the phou soup. They brought out the most gorgeous bowl of soup. It was clear broth and hand made rice noodles with butter lettuce. bean sprouts etc. just wonderful until......in my ignorance I put a WHOLE teaspoon full of Thai pepper condiment into my beautiful soup. I at that point turned my soup into a cauldron of hot lava from the deeps of Hell.  So as not to have to send it back because of my mistake I tried my best to eat it. It was almost scarey. I wondered if I was ruining my throat not to mention the the other end of the food trail the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends suggested ice cream for dessert to calm the fire and I agreed but I felt so stupid and depressed at my choices that night. We walked down the side walk to the ice cream parlor( how convienent) and I didn't even look at the ice cream I just ordered my old favorite Nutty Coconut. They were out and offered me coconut and pineapple. OK whatever, I'd ruined my soup at dinner and now I'm putting the flames out with ice cream. I was eating it and feeling so bad, I noticed it tasted good but different. I finnished it and as we were leaving I grabbed a menu, found my glasses and discovered it was sugar-free low fat, 90 calories a scoop. I could not believe my good fortune. I can laugh about it now and see how a good evening can go wrong fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone had read their fortune cookie but me that night and I kept mine in my pocket. This is why I felt so horrible thinking I was eating ice cream ....... My cookie said, "Your present plans are going to succeed if you stick to them"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012012328869340088-1336126635848410322?l=memsblog-mem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/feeds/1336126635848410322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012012328869340088&amp;postID=1336126635848410322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/1336126635848410322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/1336126635848410322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-was-awesome-workout.html' title='Today was an awesome workout'/><author><name>mem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942615470265702115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuhXY86tXNQ/SXVG5k1hExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w1dfEF6U6Lg/S220/images%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012012328869340088.post-8607229827651869915</id><published>2009-01-26T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T08:12:50.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When your old you are invisible</title><content type='html'>I have been login my miles each work out and maybe AAron will help me get them onto my blog one day. Not that he is busy working and has tons of time to assist me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I had an interesting experience.... I  had run/walked my 2 or so miles and then I warmed my knees up at the leg extension machine 4 sets/125 reps at 70 lbs.. I managed the dreaded step- ups and then it was time to do squats. I asked the guy  if that was the machine at the moment, it had 3 45's on each side of the smith machine. He said no it was a guy in the other room.  Other room being the interesting thought. I went into " the other room" and asked if he was finnished. Reply.....a slow Noooo and then silence. Hummm ok, I went back into the weight room. Wait a minute!&lt;br /&gt;So back into the other room and well how many sets do have to go? A slow sarcastic...100 sets. Ok man, I used to work and personal train at the health club and although you see this middle aged over weight lady in front of your 18 year old self you have surely misjudged me. So he says how many sets are you doing? 4 Sets/15 . Dead quiet....then he says I'm resting.       WHAT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I gave him the old I'm your MaMa look with my hand on my hip and he came and unracked the weight and I did my squats and after that he gave me a scowl everytime I passed him.  I don't know who trained him and from the look of his form no one, but you don't rack a machine and leave it and go into another room and expect that no one will use it till YOU decide your through.  If I had been  a guy he wouldn't have done that. I could hear my trainer from years ago in my head saying don't let that jerk do that , you have a right to the machines whoever you are.&lt;br /&gt;I was so agravated that my last set was 115 lbs for 8 reps.  Ha Hahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He may not look at me with a smile when he sees me from now on but he will know that I intend to work out after him, with him or through him and his opinion of me doesn't matter two hoots in hell to me.&lt;br /&gt;Your invisible in the gym when your older, BUT you can't let that stop you.  It is not about what people see you as but what you see your self as. Me? I'm on a mission .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012012328869340088-8607229827651869915?l=memsblog-mem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/feeds/8607229827651869915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012012328869340088&amp;postID=8607229827651869915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/8607229827651869915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/8607229827651869915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-your-old-you-are-invisible.html' title='When your old you are invisible'/><author><name>mem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942615470265702115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuhXY86tXNQ/SXVG5k1hExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w1dfEF6U6Lg/S220/images%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012012328869340088.post-2526682703599787700</id><published>2009-01-19T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T15:38:30.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working  working working</title><content type='html'>Today was a little milestone for me. I have been lazy in posting my progress and I apologize. Who wants to read a blog with no new entries, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I have said before that excerise to me is a very personal thing. It is time that I have had to carve out of my work schedule when and where I can.  I am the sort that needs structure but I am trying to be more flexible in order to get it done.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to the gym on Saturday, Monday and Tuesday morning. The rest of the week I am in the salon and doing my home chores.&lt;br /&gt;This past Saturday I had a terrific leg day and I actually added the dreaded step-ups that Aaron talks about. Really they are horrible in a good way. They are horrible, forget the good way business.&lt;br /&gt;. I started Saturday with a 2 mile walk/run on the treadmill.&lt;br /&gt;Leg extensions 4 sets of 15 at 70 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;Smith machine squats 4sets/15 reps the last two at 95 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;leg press 4 sets/15 reps 225 for 3 sets and the last set 275&lt;br /&gt;*L* step-ups 7 aerobic risers tall on each side and 3 sets 15 reps ....ughhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Calf raises on the leg press 6 sets/15 reps 3 foot positions 135 lbs&lt;br /&gt;hamstring curls 4 sets/15 reps 44lbs.....so tired couldn't do more weight&lt;br /&gt;abs 4 sets/15 reps 4 postions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had jello legs going home BUT no soreness the next day, that was huge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was chest and back&lt;br /&gt;2miles on the treadmill. My personal best today 13.09 mile&lt;br /&gt;flat bench press 5 sets ascending weight  last set was 12 reps with 85 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;flat bench dumbbell flies 4 sets/15 reps with 12 lb. dumbells&lt;br /&gt;incline bench press  1st set 50 lbs. 15 reps, 2nd set 55 lbs 12 reps and the last two with 55 and I only managed 6 reps on each set. ( I used all my strength on the flat bench press.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lat pulls 4 sets /15 reps ascending from 60 to 90 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;seated row ascending from70 to 100lbs. 4 sets /15 reps&lt;br /&gt;cable lat stretches with rope 50 lbs. 4 sets/15 reps&lt;br /&gt;abs 5 sets/ 15 reps different postions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo that is all so far this week. I have been working out on this same day schedule but I have been lax to post.. Lax= lazy. I will do better.&lt;br /&gt;Seems to be a theme here ,me always pledging to do better. Who am I  pledging this to????&lt;br /&gt;The Universe I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From January 12 till today the 19th I have logged walk/run on the treadmill 13.30 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am gonna be able to do this. I believe that fitness is possible at 56. It is not brain surgery.  You have to do the hard work and the most important thing of all and with out this your doomed.....You have to want it with all your heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012012328869340088-2526682703599787700?l=memsblog-mem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/feeds/2526682703599787700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012012328869340088&amp;postID=2526682703599787700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/2526682703599787700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/2526682703599787700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/2009/01/working-working-working.html' title='Working  working working'/><author><name>mem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942615470265702115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuhXY86tXNQ/SXVG5k1hExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w1dfEF6U6Lg/S220/images%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012012328869340088.post-5652861699880003921</id><published>2009-01-12T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T06:41:46.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good morning,&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I took my guilt ridden self to the grocery for "safe" food. I wandered around thinking of things that I could eat. I took Susies advice and bought some Boca soy meat things. I looked for fiber. I swear after all the fiber I have been consuming I could surely eat a sink scrubber and it would not upset my bowels.&lt;br /&gt;I would say that it was a gradual process and maybe I should add here DO NOT eat 2 Fiber One bars at one sitting. DO NOT. ( iI you do then let it be said, I told you so. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was thinking this morning about my idea to get up early and go to the gym and I have this reoccuring thought that turns me off about it. I was thinking about that this morning. I used to teach an aerobics class at 5:30 a.m. for about a year and I hated to get up in the winter for that class.&lt;br /&gt;I would have about 3 or 4 people straggle in sleepy eyed, freezing and I would crank up the music and we would step. I hated that class, NOT the people but the hour and the cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will stay at a later time till spring or MAYBE try just one day early and see if it kills me. If that doesn't then the whining I have been doing lately will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is  finally getting cold here and the cold bug is around. I noticed the gym has hand santizer at each treadmill and a spray for the equipment. Good idea. We used to use this spray that you use in funeral homes that disenfects. Jason would spray his way out of the door and leave it all weekend. Pretty powerful stuff. I don't remember the flu spreading through the gym . It worked well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I will try once again to use my Nike+ correctly. I was on the treadmill for 2 miles last workout and I didn't press end workout and I continued on to the weights and it showed I walked a 27 minute mile..LOL .  I be back with the workout info this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get REAL. Time is passing and I need have been squandering my workout. Wish me luck. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012012328869340088-5652861699880003921?l=memsblog-mem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/feeds/5652861699880003921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012012328869340088&amp;postID=5652861699880003921' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/5652861699880003921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/5652861699880003921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-morning-yesterday-i-took-my-guilt.html' title=''/><author><name>mem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942615470265702115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuhXY86tXNQ/SXVG5k1hExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w1dfEF6U6Lg/S220/images%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012012328869340088.post-4660998528642899038</id><published>2009-01-11T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T09:32:09.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>steps backward...ugh</title><content type='html'>I have a lot of food issues these past weekends. Take this weekend for example, grits, whole wheat pancakes and a sweet dough pie ( South louisiana version of a tart...kinda)&lt;br /&gt;I consumed these over the weekend. Carbs.&lt;br /&gt; I am having eating issues with getting enough protien I think. I am what they call a pescetarian. Not a vegetarian, they do not recognize this label as a vegetarian. I just eat seafood, no beef, pork or chicken.&lt;br /&gt;I think if I got more protein I would not crave the sweets so much. What to do???? I feel horrible that I made the weak minded choices. I passed the old fashioned counter with the cakes and pies and I smelled the coffee. I ate. Now I feel guilty. I know about getting on the wagon again but HOW MANY times will I keep falling off. Where is my resolve?&lt;br /&gt;I swear I thought, well it's a special time being with my Sister and I'm getting older and I should enjoy the times we have ... whine whine whine. I ate the pie outside with the cold rain blowing on us under a awning, miserable. I did not even enjoy the setting. Dammit I ate .&lt;br /&gt;When I am at the gym I am all business. Sweating and working my tail off but the least bit of a suggestion to eat off my plan and I am gone.&lt;br /&gt;Obvioulsy I am not commited as I should be..I can talk the game but I am falling far short of what I should be doing at this point. I need that big light bulb moment, the mirror is not doing it.&lt;br /&gt;So I apologize for my weakness to  not only to my family but to myself.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is laziness? If not what is it? Why am I constantly falling a few steps short to total commitment?&lt;br /&gt;Don't pat my hand and tell me It's OK. It is not. I need a kick in the rear.&lt;br /&gt;I feel depressed and mad at myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012012328869340088-4660998528642899038?l=memsblog-mem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/feeds/4660998528642899038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012012328869340088&amp;postID=4660998528642899038' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/4660998528642899038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/4660998528642899038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/2009/01/steps-backwardugh.html' title='steps backward...ugh'/><author><name>mem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942615470265702115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuhXY86tXNQ/SXVG5k1hExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w1dfEF6U6Lg/S220/images%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012012328869340088.post-2233477883851592578</id><published>2009-01-07T09:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T11:50:19.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I see what's wrong!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>As you have read I am trying to work out a routine to be more regular at the gym. It is difficult because of the way I work. I still trying but I have noticed that I am losing inches but the scale is stuck. I know the scale doesn't matter but it should be changing SOME.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday evening I was watching the " Biggest Loser" and if that doesn't motivate you then nothing will. The weight lose is dramatic! I  wonder why mine is not moving? I decided to look at my yogurt container and the ganola I have been eating just to see......of my gosh! Duh no wonder!!!!! I have been having 2 containers of non fat sugar free yogurt with granola on it, one a day for a while. Ugggh 2 yogurts are 160 calories and the granola is 120 calories for 1/4 a cup.!! I have been just pouring the granola on the yogurt POURING it on. That is about 900 to 1000 calories a bowl. Well NO WONDER I am not moving the scale.&lt;br /&gt;Now...I am not a total dumby but honestly I was thinking that yogurt and granola would be fine. NOPE.&lt;br /&gt;Moral of this story is....read the label.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012012328869340088-2233477883851592578?l=memsblog-mem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/feeds/2233477883851592578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012012328869340088&amp;postID=2233477883851592578' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/2233477883851592578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/2233477883851592578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/2009/01/now-i-see-whats-wrong.html' title='Now I see what&apos;s wrong!!!!!!!'/><author><name>mem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942615470265702115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuhXY86tXNQ/SXVG5k1hExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w1dfEF6U6Lg/S220/images%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012012328869340088.post-8248344879327042632</id><published>2009-01-06T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T08:34:10.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been neglecting my blog</title><content type='html'>I an thankful that all the holidays are gone and I am ready to  tighten my schedule and get busy. I still have to drag myself somedays because I am a person who likes routine . I have lot in common with the gerbil in the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED to know what days are gonna be workout days . So far I have monday and tuesday and then I work all week and then I have saturday. It is not a good plan. I would love to work out then  do cardio in between, like the every other day thing.&lt;br /&gt;Aaron, running at 4:30 is something that I wish I could program myself to do. Workout early.&lt;br /&gt; Then you have the whole day ahead of you and maybe do some cardio at night.That is what I used to do years ago.&lt;br /&gt;I swear getting up to do that is dedication. I'm not there yet.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had an awesome leg workout! Today I am a cripple. You know you have worked-out hard when you can't walk the next day. I had gotten out of of the crumby little routine I had and now I am paying the price. PAIN&lt;br /&gt;Also I went for a stroll with my sister this weekend and stepped into a hole and fell down. OUCH! I have a little weakness/pain in my forearm. I used the Superman landing postion to fall. *L*&lt;br /&gt;Today is heavy rain and I want to just hang around in the house and read but I WILL get up from here and get busy. I have shoulders and bi's and tri's today.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to watch the biggest loser this season. The folks are really challenged and I hope to watch some lives changed forever.&lt;br /&gt;Could I get some of you out there in blog land to call and wake me up to excerise in the morning???? I know, I know it is my job to motivate myself to do that.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you know what to do to get yourself in shape it is your brain you have to  train. UGGHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012012328869340088-8248344879327042632?l=memsblog-mem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/feeds/8248344879327042632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012012328869340088&amp;postID=8248344879327042632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/8248344879327042632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/8248344879327042632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-been-neglecting-my-blog.html' title='I&apos;ve been neglecting my blog'/><author><name>mem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942615470265702115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuhXY86tXNQ/SXVG5k1hExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w1dfEF6U6Lg/S220/images%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012012328869340088.post-8405371541672501413</id><published>2008-12-30T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T20:00:47.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I FORGOT THE MOST IMPFORTANT THING.</title><content type='html'>Today at my salon I had the extreme pleasure to style the hair of a lady named Miss Edith, she is 100 years old. She walked right up the steps of the salon and straight into my heart. She had perfect hearing and a cute sense of humor. She wore glasses but did not need them to see while she was in my chair.&lt;br /&gt;She was sweet and totally in the moment. Laughed at the apporpriate times and caught every word spoken.&lt;br /&gt;I made some off handed comment about my age (56) and she instantly corrected me and told me that I was young and she wished she was 56 and that I had alot of life to live . I LOVED her and she was exactly right. She was spot on. Maybe God sent me a little message to tell me that your life is what you make it and it is never too late. Miss Edith got a perm at 100 and laughed and drank Coke Zero with me. She is my new idol, I love her. She passed on wisdom to me. I am not old! I'm not. She wished she could be my age. Can you believe?&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Miss Edith I will never forget you. You are a true treasure. The real deal.&lt;br /&gt;Her last words were, " I'll come here for my next perm if I am still around". Please oh please I hope I can give her the next perm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW she was not over weight and solid like a little rock. She said she worked hard all her life and loved to be outside. AMEN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012012328869340088-8405371541672501413?l=memsblog-mem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/feeds/8405371541672501413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012012328869340088&amp;postID=8405371541672501413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/8405371541672501413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/8405371541672501413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-forgot-most-impfortant-thing.html' title='I FORGOT THE MOST IMPFORTANT THING.'/><author><name>mem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942615470265702115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuhXY86tXNQ/SXVG5k1hExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w1dfEF6U6Lg/S220/images%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012012328869340088.post-184675969519323325</id><published>2008-12-30T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T19:24:09.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AWWWHHH</title><content type='html'>Haaay,&lt;br /&gt;I got a Nike+ for Christmas from Muffy's mom Mary( so wonderful) and I tried it out tonight and FAILED to do it right so my tremendous effort on my bike trainer wasn't posted Awwwh I was riding like the wind and now I have none left. I'm pooped. I loaded songs on my Ipod and they totaled 39 almost 40 minutes and I road so hard to the tempo . ~You gotta have heart...miles and miles and miles of heart~~~~~~ I can't post them now. I know I did them but I was so curious how many miles it would say I rode. Oh well you have to drag some folks into the information age. I've fallen and I can't get up.*L*&lt;br /&gt;Oh well would you like to know what my new play list is? You do? Thanks for asking I will be glad to share, alrighty then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn in on again-Genisis&lt;br /&gt;Tuff Enuff- The Fabulous Thunderbirds&lt;br /&gt;Pride and Joy- Stevie Ray Vaughn&lt;br /&gt;R.O.C.K. in the USA- John Mellenchamps&lt;br /&gt;Legs- ZZ Top&lt;br /&gt;Dancing in the Dark-Bruce Springstein&lt;br /&gt;We Built this City- Jefferson Starship&lt;br /&gt;All around the World- Lisa Stansfield&lt;br /&gt;Sara- Jefferson Starship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tempo was really fast and I am showing my age with these songs. LOL I am totally sweaty and glad it is over. BUT I will do it again.....and again....again........&lt;br /&gt;Aaron leave my dot dot dot alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012012328869340088-184675969519323325?l=memsblog-mem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/feeds/184675969519323325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012012328869340088&amp;postID=184675969519323325' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/184675969519323325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/184675969519323325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/2008/12/awwwhhh.html' title='AWWWHHH'/><author><name>mem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942615470265702115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuhXY86tXNQ/SXVG5k1hExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w1dfEF6U6Lg/S220/images%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012012328869340088.post-7070516741276263802</id><published>2008-12-28T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T16:30:19.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bicycles are so great.</title><content type='html'>I remember my old  blue challenger bike when I was young. It didn't have foot pedal rubber just the metal bar and I had lost one grip. I rode that darn bike for miles and miles. Not for exercise but to get to my friend Penny''s house across town. I also made runs to the grocery down the road for cokes. Back then they were in returnable glass bottles so you had to be careful not to wreck. I had gotten so good at balancing a watermelon in my wire basket that I could get a melon and be back in a flash. I wasn't fat. I stopped eating when I was full.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when I broke the brain switch that told me I was full?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My sweet MaMa didn't really cook healthy foods, she just cooked whatever was popular at the time and more importantly fast. Hamburger helper, breaded fried spam and french fries. We so loved breaded fried spam, fries and catsup. Lol   we weren't fat, ok maybe our arteries are clogged but we weren't fat.  This makes me think that if you eat healthy food in moderation  and add a modest bit of excerise to your daily routine then one should never get " fat". NOW if you have gotten "fat" and need to lose it THEN you have to work your buns off and eat lean. I am the second scenario. *L*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a trainer for my bike and I think I will go and set it up in the utility room and maybe get a little ride in. It is rainy and cold so inside is my best choice.&lt;br /&gt;I have a question to all the bike riders. What about the sore bum you get when you start riding. Is it true that it is 18 days before it stops hurting? Why 18 if that is true. Is it 8 days of riding? I wonder what I can do to keep from getting so sore. It may just be part of the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway tomorrow I go to the gym, I can't wait to go and work my shoulders and bi's and tri's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012012328869340088-7070516741276263802?l=memsblog-mem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/feeds/7070516741276263802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012012328869340088&amp;postID=7070516741276263802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/7070516741276263802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/7070516741276263802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/2008/12/bicycles-are-so-great.html' title='bicycles are so great.'/><author><name>mem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942615470265702115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuhXY86tXNQ/SXVG5k1hExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w1dfEF6U6Lg/S220/images%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012012328869340088.post-8623997047789534262</id><published>2008-12-26T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T21:05:56.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's over</title><content type='html'>Christmas is over thank goodness. I  love the reason for the season but I dread the food fest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The excess is tough. How much cream cheese can one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;consume&lt;/span&gt;. Cream cheese potato pie, cream cheese cake, cream cheese with pepper jelly and don't for get the cream cheese filled cookies.&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough wine and holiday food to last a lifetime...... or at least a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the day to get back on track with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt;. The last day I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;exercised&lt;/span&gt; was last Saturday, so 6 days later I am back into the gym.&lt;br /&gt;I think I have mentioned before about muscle memory. I have been reading a little about it and I believe it to be true. I have only been back to working out a little over a month. I have been away from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;exercising&lt;/span&gt; for 6 years and the weight I am able to lift is nearly back to my pre-layoff numbers.&lt;br /&gt;Today I was able to bench the last two sets of 15 with 55lbs and then 60lbs. A beginner would have to work up to that weight unless they had enormous natural strength .  Their are people who are naturally very very strong but in general that is not weight for the 4 week of exercise.&lt;br /&gt;Again I believe that muscle memory exists even 6 years out.  I am hoping that after the holiday is gone and the new year comes in that I can get really serious and I can't wait to see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;I have to mention also that one of the biggest mistakes I made when I lifted before was not resting. I worked out everyday and only rested on Sunday. I took Sunday off because the gym was closed. I don't think I gave my body time to recover. When I taught at the gym I REALLY didn't get recovery time. I think you platau faster and it is harder to make big gains on the pounds you lift. I always felt a little fatigued. I think now I am gonna do much better because I see the mistakes I made.&lt;br /&gt;Stretching has never been my favorite thing but I need to add more at the end of my workout. Being muscle bound is not just being huge with muscles it is also losing flexibilty by lifting and never stretching the muscle. Another one of my mistakes I am trying to correct.&lt;br /&gt;The scale says the same thing it has said for the last weeks but I feel my pants legs getting baggier. My big shirts are getting bigger. Now having said that.....my gut is still huge. It will be the last thing to go. Clean strict eating will whittle it down but It's gonna be a long haul to get it off.&lt;br /&gt;My son AKA Johnny Danger the rock climber, gave me a bike rack for my car so now I am gonna be nation wide. Aaron gave me an Ipod so I am enjoying opera on the treadmill.  Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the point of this whole post is to say I went back right on time and got right back to work. I stepped off the wagon but was able to get right back on it and get busy.&lt;br /&gt;I am trying, nope that is not right, I AM working hard and pushing myself . If I cheat I am only cheating myself. It is 4 sets of 15 even if it is all I can do to get them all done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~You got to have heart....miles and miles and miles of heart... la la la da da da dahhhhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012012328869340088-8623997047789534262?l=memsblog-mem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/feeds/8623997047789534262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012012328869340088&amp;postID=8623997047789534262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/8623997047789534262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/8623997047789534262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s over'/><author><name>mem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942615470265702115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuhXY86tXNQ/SXVG5k1hExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w1dfEF6U6Lg/S220/images%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012012328869340088.post-5131290294707521035</id><published>2008-12-16T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:44:14.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Tuesday.*</title><content type='html'>I don't have much to report today. My workout was really good. I am now sweating like a fat lady in church. The walking for 15 minutes is great but today I ran/trotted the last five once again and the **SwEaT** poured.&lt;br /&gt;I realize that the temperature down here is laughable compared to Maryland but it's damp cold here cher. Now I go out with a wet head and soggy clothes. I nagged and nagged Aaron about getting sick if  you don't wear a jacket after you work out. It's because I remember him when he was 1, actually I remember him when he was 20 minutes old.&lt;br /&gt; Love you Boy( Aaron)&lt;br /&gt;Well our temps here today were in the 40's. Damp cold and deary 40's and tommorrow it will be 74 and later this week 79.  I just wish for cold for Christmas..&lt;br /&gt;My tree hugging  son is coming for Christmas Eve and I am making the old favorites to eat but I am gonna make them as lean as I can so I don't ruin his Christmas. He is a very very light eater so I don't have to make 22 pounds of cornbread dressing like we had when I was growing up.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well legs on Saturday and then off to the grocery for holiday food. I will be hanging onto the buggy to keep myself standing after the lunge session.&lt;br /&gt;I love Christmas, it's is the anticipation that is the most fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012012328869340088-5131290294707521035?l=memsblog-mem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/feeds/5131290294707521035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012012328869340088&amp;postID=5131290294707521035' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/5131290294707521035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/5131290294707521035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-tuesday.html' title='It&apos;s Tuesday.*'/><author><name>mem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942615470265702115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuhXY86tXNQ/SXVG5k1hExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w1dfEF6U6Lg/S220/images%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012012328869340088.post-327932979574690544</id><published>2008-12-15T16:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:54:05.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>Today was the most awesome workout!!! I was so exhausted from it that I laid down on the couch and fell asleep for a couple of hours .&lt;br /&gt;I was able to run for 5 minutes on the treadmill at 4.0. I don't think run is the right word, trot is more like it. I don't care I did it! First we start at 5 then go to 6 then on and on.&lt;br /&gt; I bumped up my weight on the bench press to 55 pounds and got all of my sets and reps in. Remember 4 sets of 15 till further notice. I tried to move everything forward by just 5 pounds. So hard  to maintain form and get them done.&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to feel the lifting paying off big time. My appetite is less . But having said that I have to mention that apples are so good right now. My sweet treat is frozen red grapes. Also buying whole nuts and having to crack them is a way to eat less of them. So I am having 100% whole wheat bread and pasta ( not alot) and a few nuts and a little fruit. I found Splenda sweetened fruit and I have it with some fat free cottage cheese. I guess I'm eating way lighter than I have in a while.&lt;br /&gt;At dinnner on Saturday, with my Saturday dinner friends, I had  spinach salad and humus . It was wonderful and I felt like I didn't stray off course. I am 56 and  past my fad diet days. I'm gonna eat healthy and clean as I can. That is a plan I can live with. Slow and steady as she goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of my family. We are rewriting who we are. My son is rail thin and very outdoor active and now we are all falling into line with our new lifestyle.  The lttle girls will never remember the old us.... and maybe I will be able to get on the floor with my grandbabies one day. ( emil! not today)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012012328869340088-327932979574690544?l=memsblog-mem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/feeds/327932979574690544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012012328869340088&amp;postID=327932979574690544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/327932979574690544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/327932979574690544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/2008/12/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>mem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942615470265702115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuhXY86tXNQ/SXVG5k1hExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w1dfEF6U6Lg/S220/images%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012012328869340088.post-7180271451932774389</id><published>2008-12-15T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T09:44:12.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>legs on Sat.</title><content type='html'>Saturday was leg day and I have felt the pressure to start do lunges again. Peer pressure, peer pressure from Aaron telling of his step-ups. Soooo I managed 4 sets of 15 reps per leg. I think if my math is correct that is 120 lunges.&lt;br /&gt;In the past they were a piece of cake but now they are horrible. I could feel my heart rate rise and I had a full blown sweat going on but I hung in there and finnished them. So now they are here to stay. Every leg day I will do lunges till I feel like I am strong enough not to wobble at all and then I will add weight.&lt;br /&gt;I had extreme fatique in top of my hamstring. I was dragging a--.The good news is that I wasn't really that sore. Just a little.&lt;br /&gt;I really am enjoying the solitude of working out. I know that sounds silly since I am in the gym but I am working for myself and I am challenging myself and I need that time. If I am gonna keep this up then it has to be something that I feel compelled to do whether it is raining or if I have a little headache or whatever my excuse.&lt;br /&gt;Today is Monday and that would be chest and back. I will let you know. BTW I was able to trot a little on the treadmill Saturday so I am hopful that my wind will return.&lt;br /&gt;I don't notice any weight loss to speak of, maybe 2 or 3 pounds but  I'm just getting going so it will come around I hope. I am watching my food.&lt;br /&gt;Okey dokey here I go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012012328869340088-7180271451932774389?l=memsblog-mem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/feeds/7180271451932774389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012012328869340088&amp;postID=7180271451932774389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/7180271451932774389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/7180271451932774389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/2008/12/legs-on-sat.html' title='legs on Sat.'/><author><name>mem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942615470265702115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuhXY86tXNQ/SXVG5k1hExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w1dfEF6U6Lg/S220/images%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012012328869340088.post-2276312631189826937</id><published>2008-12-09T14:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:15:23.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday and Tuesday workouts</title><content type='html'>Monday was chest and back and today was shoulders and bi's and tri's.&lt;br /&gt;Jeff said I should share my info and maybe you already know all of this but in the event that you don't I'll explain my plan. Don't fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know the best way to burn fat is aerobicaly but to reshape your body you need to weight train. I noticed that the people in my aerobic classes that were faithful lost weight but basically looked like a thinner version of themselves.  BUT the ones who added weight training reshaped themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that muscle, when it is healthy and worked correctly has a nautral shape. If that is confusing  visulaize this, a perfect leg is a round leg. The growth of the front of the quad is equaled to the growth and thickness of the hamstring. The leg appears round. When the knee is healthy and worked correctly it will appear alot smaller and the tendons and ligaments will be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the funny thing in the gym will be the guys who pump up their chests with repeated chest excerises and their legs look like toothpicks. I used to get great entertainment from the ones who could barely drag the weight up. That didn't matter just as long as someone saw them heaving the heavy weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weight should not be so heavy that you cannot squeeze at the contraction. That contraction is where the  muscle lives, Not the dragging the sloppy weight up and letting it flop. It is the squeeze at the contraction of a bicep curl that is doing the reshaping. The squeeze, then the slow negative when you return to the starting postion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok OK what I am doing is 4 sets of 15 reps at about 65% of what I can do.  I can probably curl 15 lb. curls but not for 60 reps!  So I use 12lb dumbbells and the last 2 sets are a bit of a struggle to maintain  form. FORM IS EVERYTHING. Once you lose form you might as well stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trained for free for 2 years by a guy who owned my gym and he could squat 500lbs for reps. I can hear his words all the time...Make them pretty. Make them pretty.He meant keep the form pretty..perfect. It doesn't matter about how much weight it is if you cannot achieve the contraction and the SLOW negative.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh I need to stop.&lt;br /&gt;Well my two workouts were wonderful and I feel great for old lady. I made all my sets and worked my abs. I'm done for now and Legs are next..whu who!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012012328869340088-2276312631189826937?l=memsblog-mem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/feeds/2276312631189826937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012012328869340088&amp;postID=2276312631189826937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/2276312631189826937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/2276312631189826937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/2008/12/monday-and-tuesday-workouts.html' title='Monday and Tuesday workouts'/><author><name>mem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942615470265702115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuhXY86tXNQ/SXVG5k1hExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w1dfEF6U6Lg/S220/images%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012012328869340088.post-5072296644101014707</id><published>2008-12-06T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T08:46:57.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday---Leg Day</title><content type='html'>I can feel the old me emerging, just a little.&lt;br /&gt;Today I have plans to flea market with friends and have dinner with my Saturday dinner friends. This morning I made the decision to get up and get going.  I dressed for the gym and kinda reluctantly went there. I knew in my logical mind that it was what I needed to do but my lazy eat pie self wavered a little. Figures.&lt;br /&gt;After a messy warm up, I got stuck on a old eliptical machine. I finally got a treadmill and added about 12 more minutes to my warm up.&lt;br /&gt;The legs machines where occupied so I had to begin with leg press. I stayed there for about 6 sets and the last two were with 245 for 15 reps. Ta dah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I squatted on the last 2 sets with 55 for 15 reps . I squatted!!! I finnished with calf presses and leg curls and finally leg extensions. Usually I do leg extensions first but today it was busy so I used it last . Kinda finnshed me off that is for sure. Abs and I was out of there. I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of accompishment is awesome. I don't feel pressure to keep up . It is me and my own limitations. I have to get my eating under control better but the choices I am making are not horrible compared to what they could be. I have to remember that when the holidays are over that things will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that the excerise is the best thing I could do for myself, I know this stuff, I have head full of information that I used to bore everyone to tears with. I just have to put it back into practice. I doesn't matter that I am 56 Iwant to live to be 96.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THIS STUFF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012012328869340088-5072296644101014707?l=memsblog-mem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/feeds/5072296644101014707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012012328869340088&amp;postID=5072296644101014707' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/5072296644101014707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/5072296644101014707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/2008/12/saturday-leg-day.html' title='Saturday---Leg Day'/><author><name>mem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942615470265702115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuhXY86tXNQ/SXVG5k1hExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w1dfEF6U6Lg/S220/images%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012012328869340088.post-3720797845571623361</id><published>2008-12-04T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T11:04:10.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday and a milesone</title><content type='html'>I went to bed really early last night and I had been feeling depressed about my Daddy's house and the whole end of our family home.&lt;br /&gt;Today after a good night sleep I feel better and I have noticed that TODAY the workout is starting to pay off. I have a tiny bit of spring in my step and the workout moved up on it's own.&lt;br /&gt;I have been curious about muscle memory. I know of it but I wondered if  it is true. Well today I am telling you that it is. I have been working out for what? two weeks and today my curl bar bicep curls were with 35 lbs. That is not alot but I have only been back 2 weeks or so. It is all coming back. I stayed on the treadmill effortlessly for 25 minutes and the work out felt fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;The gift of a gym membership from Muffy and Aaron is the best thing in the world. What awonderful thing to get to enjoy. I love them so much.&lt;br /&gt;So..I am on a roll now and I hope my momentum stays high. Today I had it going on!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012012328869340088-3720797845571623361?l=memsblog-mem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/feeds/3720797845571623361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012012328869340088&amp;postID=3720797845571623361' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/3720797845571623361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/3720797845571623361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/2008/12/thursday-and-milesone.html' title='Thursday and a milesone'/><author><name>mem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942615470265702115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuhXY86tXNQ/SXVG5k1hExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w1dfEF6U6Lg/S220/images%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012012328869340088.post-1123565578622327809</id><published>2008-12-02T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:37:36.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday and back on track</title><content type='html'>If I were to sit and make-up stories they would pale to my real life. Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made myself get up and go to the gym. I had a huge headache  from the dust and heat at my Dad's house. It has been closed up fro a while. I felt miserable  yesterday. M_I_S_E_R_A_B_L_E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I dragged myself up and gave myself a pep talk and off I go to the gym and before I could get in the car I locked my keys in the car. *L*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to visualize this is key. I had to crawl through the dog door. So to go through is to put your arms over your head as though you are gonna dive. Then you have to wiggle and push with your feet till your upper torso is through. I'm sure it was quite a sight. Then there was the "talking to" I had to give myself to keep from panicking when I thought I was stuck . The story ended OK and I got my chest and back workout in and 25 minutes on the treadmill. So I did it, even in the face of extreme adversity, that would have thwarted a lesser mortal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crisis Incorporated&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012012328869340088-1123565578622327809?l=memsblog-mem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/feeds/1123565578622327809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012012328869340088&amp;postID=1123565578622327809' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/1123565578622327809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/1123565578622327809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/2008/12/tuesday-and-back-on-track.html' title='Tuesday and back on track'/><author><name>mem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942615470265702115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuhXY86tXNQ/SXVG5k1hExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w1dfEF6U6Lg/S220/images%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012012328869340088.post-6685284175595858308</id><published>2008-12-01T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T06:19:55.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back home</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving is over and I am glad. Not because of being with Cheryl( sister) but the food. We ate the weirdest combos. I ate potato pie....a lot of it. Then we ate humus...a lot of it. We just grazed around and worked our heads off.&lt;br /&gt;We are closing the family home and beginning to get it ready for sale. We didn't do step-ups but we carried a deep freeze out of the house and lifted it on to a truck. Oh my gosh. The hall is about 31 feet long and we walked that a zillion times . We pushed, pulled and lifted boxes. All in all we were exhausted. We just ate in spurts when we could. My choices were some bad and some good. I'm surely not gonna grieve about it, it's a waste of time. We have to be proud of what we accomplished in the house and I guess just move forward.&lt;br /&gt;We ate in the nursing home with Poppa and the food was marginal. He loved us being there and it was a nice afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;So now back to normal for a while and back to the gym.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012012328869340088-6685284175595858308?l=memsblog-mem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/feeds/6685284175595858308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012012328869340088&amp;postID=6685284175595858308' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/6685284175595858308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/6685284175595858308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-back-home.html' title='I&apos;m back home'/><author><name>mem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942615470265702115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuhXY86tXNQ/SXVG5k1hExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w1dfEF6U6Lg/S220/images%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012012328869340088.post-7129480537888001316</id><published>2008-11-25T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T14:43:51.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Today I worked in the morning and I had planned to go to the gym after lunch. The time came and I dragged my feet. I had eaten some BaBa ghanoush and then a bowl of cottage cheese and pineapple.  I know that is a weird combo but it was what I wanted .&lt;br /&gt;I had every excuse not to go. Ummm I had eaten only a hour and half before, ummm I  felt too tired, umm I could go tommorrow. I gave myself a pep talk and got my shoes on and I did it. It was same workout as the last leg day but I upped my walking time and the weight on my sets.&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel tired but so good that it is over and I feel good about going.&lt;br /&gt;Legs are never fun at first. I know when my quads are in shape I will feel light years better and stronger. Your back and Quads are your biggest muscles.&lt;br /&gt;Again I barely made it out of there before the young folks piled in. Tons of twenty somethings with horrible form but lots of strength and energy. You know the ole look around the room to see if anyone is watching you sling the heavy dumbells around.&lt;br /&gt;I got out with my workout done and left it to them. Bless their hearts. At least they are there and not doing something bad for them.  Legs are over Yea!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012012328869340088-7129480537888001316?l=memsblog-mem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/feeds/7129480537888001316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012012328869340088&amp;postID=7129480537888001316' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/7129480537888001316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/7129480537888001316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/2008/11/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>mem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942615470265702115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuhXY86tXNQ/SXVG5k1hExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w1dfEF6U6Lg/S220/images%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012012328869340088.post-6917715823351613918</id><published>2008-11-24T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:01:35.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday workout</title><content type='html'>Today was shoulders ,biceps and triceps. I got out of there in the nick of time. The young guys started showing up around 4. Droves of them. Note to self, never be in the gym past 4 .&lt;br /&gt;A middle age woman will have a machine/bench taken away from her after 4.&lt;br /&gt;The invisiblity of middle age women in the gym will be heightened after 4. BUT by golly I am not beyond asking them to let me work in.  I learned that years ago. You have to hold your ground or you will give up and leave.&lt;br /&gt;I had a good workout today but I notice that my left arm and shoulder is weaker. That is normal but scarey when it decides it is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 minutes at 3.4 on treadmill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoulder presses 4 sets 10 lbs.,12lbs., last 2 sets 15 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;side laterals 4 sets 8lbs&lt;br /&gt;behind the neck press 25 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alternate dumbbell curls 4 sets 10 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;curl bar plus 5 lbs. 4 sets&lt;br /&gt;preacher bench curl bar plus 5 lbs. 4 sets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;triceps press downs 50 lbs. 4 sets&lt;br /&gt;tricep machine 10lbs,20 lbs 4 sets&lt;br /&gt;lying triceps crossovers 8 lbs. 4 sets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abs 4 sets   DONE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012012328869340088-6917715823351613918?l=memsblog-mem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/feeds/6917715823351613918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012012328869340088&amp;postID=6917715823351613918' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/6917715823351613918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/6917715823351613918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/2008/11/monday-workout.html' title='Monday workout'/><author><name>mem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942615470265702115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuhXY86tXNQ/SXVG5k1hExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w1dfEF6U6Lg/S220/images%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012012328869340088.post-6055003105113929326</id><published>2008-11-22T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T14:34:38.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>I got my chest and back done today . Abs every time. I spent  the major part of the rest of the day flea market shopping . Just looking.&lt;br /&gt;The closing of the Cottage Living forum is a BIG deal . We all feel lost. I hope everyone can at least check in somewhere to let each other know where we will be. Feel free to add on here girlies and at least we can get a message out to everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012012328869340088-6055003105113929326?l=memsblog-mem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/feeds/6055003105113929326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012012328869340088&amp;postID=6055003105113929326' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/6055003105113929326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/6055003105113929326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/2008/11/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>mem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942615470265702115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuhXY86tXNQ/SXVG5k1hExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w1dfEF6U6Lg/S220/images%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012012328869340088.post-1678783301064490458</id><published>2008-11-20T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T18:00:08.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*L* leg day</title><content type='html'>Leg day, the term for the day you work your legs .Leg day, legs,  doing my legs day or day of pain.&lt;br /&gt;Every excerise I do for the next year will be 15 reps so from this post forth if I say set I mean 15 reps. Okey dokey?&lt;br /&gt;21 minutes  on the treadmill at 3.3 ( I got off to the the tv changer so I added a minute)&lt;br /&gt;4 sets 60lbs. leg extensions&lt;br /&gt;4 sets smith squats no plates&lt;br /&gt;4 sets leg press 135 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;4 sets multi postion calf presses using leg press sled&lt;br /&gt;4 sets hamstring curls 33 lbs. (the machine has a conversion chart on it???)&lt;br /&gt;That's all and tomorrow I will not be able to walk. Oh and abs at home 4 sets of 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my birthday and I had a wonderful day and workout. My son finally called and wished me a happy birthday . NOW everything perfect, except for the stray cat that showed up . It killed a snake and ate it! I saw it with me own eyes, fur real. I live in a cat free zone administered by Miss Runt aka chickapee. She and Cheb may tag team it and it won't be nice. WHY would someone drop a sweet hungry cat off at a house that has a sign on the gate that says"beware of dogs" What a world, what a world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012012328869340088-1678783301064490458?l=memsblog-mem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/feeds/1678783301064490458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012012328869340088&amp;postID=1678783301064490458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/1678783301064490458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/1678783301064490458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/2008/11/l-leg-day.html' title='*L* leg day'/><author><name>mem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942615470265702115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuhXY86tXNQ/SXVG5k1hExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w1dfEF6U6Lg/S220/images%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012012328869340088.post-8228634241283500217</id><published>2008-11-19T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:05:50.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like losing a best friend</title><content type='html'>Today Rex Perry the administrator at Cottage Living magazine forum told us the magazine is closing and the forum will end. I have been a member there for almost 2 years and I have met some the sweetest nicest friends one could ever want there.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am losing old friends. I have invited them to stop by here so we can keep in touch.&lt;br /&gt;So hopefully if you read this blog you will get to meet some fabulous folks if they come by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey girls we can rush Country Home if you want to. Lets go wake them up over there. If you stay here you have to excerise and diet with me LOL or not. Feel free to make fun of me. *L*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012012328869340088-8228634241283500217?l=memsblog-mem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/feeds/8228634241283500217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012012328869340088&amp;postID=8228634241283500217' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/8228634241283500217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/8228634241283500217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/2008/11/like-losing-best-friend.html' title='Like losing a best friend'/><author><name>mem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942615470265702115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuhXY86tXNQ/SXVG5k1hExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w1dfEF6U6Lg/S220/images%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012012328869340088.post-1337748586160618125</id><published>2008-11-18T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:32:06.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DMOS...I have it!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok Now I am getting real sore. I just took 2 advil and got a real hot bath. Tommorrow is gonna be bad. It is always worse the next day...*L*.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday is a walking day and legs on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about hummmm  legs on thursday, walk friday maybe roll the workout with a day to walk in between. It will just continue but the days will vary. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get me a good lock for my bike and maybe add that on the walk days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son ( Emil) was a  bike mechanic and he is dying to get Aaron  a good bike.&lt;br /&gt;The saddest day for Emil...he was going to an adventure race with a guy he knew in his car. Emil thought he had secured his bike but the guys rack was not so hot and he saw a flash of red and he lost his custom Salsa Bandito . The next car ran over it. I have never felt so sorry for anyone in my life. He had poured thousands of  dollars into building that bike. He LOVED it. He had ridden many races on it. He works at an outdooor/adventure store now and is trying to get to a place where he can build another. But all you bike riders know it takes a long time to get your bike just like you want it. Emil's bike was so so so light and strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emil and my x got me a really nice trek touring bike about 5 years ago. I have hardly ridden it. It is like brand new. Emil threatens me if I put it outside. I obey the " Bike Master" or as my family calls him " Johnny Danger'.&lt;br /&gt;I need to put miles on that bike. How do you get over the fear of the drivers on the road?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better sign off and get some rest, I have much hair to style tommorrw. Did you know the human head weighs about 30 pounds? Do you think  that is true?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012012328869340088-1337748586160618125?l=memsblog-mem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/feeds/1337748586160618125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012012328869340088&amp;postID=1337748586160618125' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/1337748586160618125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/1337748586160618125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/2008/11/dmosi-have-it.html' title='DMOS...I have it!!!!'/><author><name>mem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942615470265702115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuhXY86tXNQ/SXVG5k1hExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w1dfEF6U6Lg/S220/images%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012012328869340088.post-5533877647904674678</id><published>2008-11-18T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:01:10.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 and Day 2 the excitment begins!!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I signed up at the gym. It was the first day of the get real experiment for me.&lt;br /&gt;I have thought alot about what it would take for me to do this again. Focus will the first hurdle. I have to not over talk this. Actions will speak far louder than words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes at 3.2 no incline on the treadmill&lt;br /&gt;flat bench chest press with the big bar( 45lbs.) 4 sets of 15 reps&lt;br /&gt;flat bench dumbell flys 8 lb. dumbells 4 sets of 15 reps                     &lt;strong&gt;chest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incline bench press with big bar( 45lb.s)  4 sets of 15 reps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lat pulls 40lbs. 4 sets of 15 reps&lt;br /&gt;seated rows 40lbs. 4 sets of 15 reps                                                      &lt;strong&gt;back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumbell deadlifts 12 lb. dumbells 4 sets of 15 reps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abs 4 sets of 15  upper, lower , obliques and lower again.                  &lt;strong&gt;abs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes on treadmill 3.2 no incline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over head shoulder press 8 lbs. dumbells 4 sets 15 reps&lt;br /&gt;side laterals 5 lb. dumbells 4 sets 15 reps&lt;br /&gt;Behind the neck press with the curl bar( 25 lbs.) 4 sets 15 reps       &lt;strong&gt;shoulders&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumbell curls 12 lb. dumbells 4 sets 15 reps&lt;br /&gt;dumbell curls with curl bar(25lbs) 4 sets 15 reps&lt;br /&gt;curl bar( 25 lbs.) reps 5 to the waist, 5 from the chest to the waist and last 5 complete curls 4 sets 15 reps                                                                                                    &lt;strong&gt;biceps&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cable v-bar tricep press downs 40lbs. 4 sets 15 rep&lt;br /&gt;cable straight bar reverse grip tricep press 40 lbs. 4 sets 15 reps&lt;br /&gt;flat bench brain crushers curl bar(25 lbs.) 4 sets 15 reps                        &lt;strong&gt;triceps&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abs 4 sets of 15 reps lower, regular , lower and regular                             &lt;strong&gt;abs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now having typed all that you can get an idea of what I am doing and I won't type this stuff every day. Maybe just the leg routine and that's it all. Just know that I am tryin-hard!!&lt;br /&gt;I am getting my eating under control for the most part. I have to admit that I ate too many WW wheat thins yesterday but my choices are healthy. But hey.....everything is good in the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;I used to love to excerise, I loved it and I never thought I would ever get away from it. Never say never.&lt;br /&gt;I had a zillion excuses, some that were real and huge,  some not so much. I think I got tired of struggling, adding the hard work of excerise to my burgeoning list was too much to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here I go. Once I lace up my shoes I'm ready . I wonder how long till I'm back and if I can come back. I'll be 56 thursday. I'm tying Aaron for myself with your help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whu-who I feel sore.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012012328869340088-5533877647904674678?l=memsblog-mem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/feeds/5533877647904674678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012012328869340088&amp;postID=5533877647904674678' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/5533877647904674678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/5533877647904674678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-1-and-day-2-excitment-begins.html' title='Day 1 and Day 2 the excitment begins!!!'/><author><name>mem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942615470265702115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuhXY86tXNQ/SXVG5k1hExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w1dfEF6U6Lg/S220/images%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012012328869340088.post-3429621826248127791</id><published>2008-11-15T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T20:06:14.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I did better today</title><content type='html'>Today was a much better day , back on track. I knew this evening was dinner with friends so I budgeted my food during the day so I could eat  this evening. I cooked. I made zucchini( sp?),onions, garlic sauted with shrimp and mixed with WW penne pasta. Mae made a salad and Louise made a fabulous fruit salad. Andre opened to good reds. I just had a little.&lt;br /&gt;I was given the greatest birthday/ Christmas present today, Muffy and Aaron  and the little girls gave me a gym membership for a year. I can hardly believe my luck. I'm going back to the gym!!!!!. I'll be that fat lady in the corner with really good form.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna train myself, I'll be the worst client I ever had. How will I make her do reverse lunges. The whole idea of stepping backward off an aerobic box gives me the chills. What if am too far into to middle age to do it again. Sometimes I just crash around with everyday walking. Ugh.....&lt;br /&gt;I know on thing for sure though, I am gonna try.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to my family who I love beyond words for the sweetest gift....I'm going to the GYM!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012012328869340088-3429621826248127791?l=memsblog-mem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/feeds/3429621826248127791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012012328869340088&amp;postID=3429621826248127791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/3429621826248127791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/3429621826248127791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-did-better-today.html' title='I did better today'/><author><name>mem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942615470265702115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuhXY86tXNQ/SXVG5k1hExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w1dfEF6U6Lg/S220/images%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012012328869340088.post-662778228408577264</id><published>2008-11-14T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T17:37:32.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got to find a way not to "polite eat"</title><content type='html'>Today a good customer came in with a giant smile and so proud of herself while she handed me my lunch. Lunch that I didn't choose but she chose for me. Very nice thought.&lt;br /&gt;I was eating 1oz. of nuts and a diet soda and calling it done when I was faced with eating the Wendy's salad she had just bought.&lt;br /&gt;The icky iceberg lettuce and grilled chicken breast with mandrian oranges. The lettuce was horrible and I used the dressing because I just could not eat that bitter lettuce. With great pride for the good deed she had done, she watched me eat the lunch. awhhhh so nice but I politely ate something I didn't want. I wouldn't have hurt her feelings so....I ate it. I felt horrible.&lt;br /&gt;It gets better...tonight my friends wanted to eat at the Mexican rest. ( oh N0). I order a grilled shrimp salad lost my head and got gaucomole. I feel horrible. I have already dove off the wagon.&lt;br /&gt;I understand I could have eaten worse but I was so proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;Hummmm so this means...your friends might sabotage you....AND know they are doing it. Interesting. Let's see if she is weak. I was *L*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012012328869340088-662778228408577264?l=memsblog-mem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/feeds/662778228408577264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012012328869340088&amp;postID=662778228408577264' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/662778228408577264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/662778228408577264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-got-to-find-way-not-to-polite-eat.html' title='I&apos;ve got to find a way not to &quot;polite eat&quot;'/><author><name>mem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942615470265702115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuhXY86tXNQ/SXVG5k1hExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w1dfEF6U6Lg/S220/images%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012012328869340088.post-5056837224763246970</id><published>2008-11-13T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:11.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photobucket doesn't work here?</title><content type='html'>I edited the last post and figured out how to use my photobucket soooo PB does work here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got fresh vegetables today and some nuts. I had a 5 lap walk around my neighborhood tonight and then I had talapia and a spinach, tomatoes and satsuma salad with balsamic. I added a tiny bit of Tuscan seasoned nuts.&lt;br /&gt;I am taking baby steps . Today I had a horrible headache today and I think it was sugar withdrawal . All the carbs turn to sugar so I think that was the problem. I ate a few nuts and it went away pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;I can count another day that I have gone through and feel good about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012012328869340088-5056837224763246970?l=memsblog-mem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/feeds/5056837224763246970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012012328869340088&amp;postID=5056837224763246970' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/5056837224763246970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/5056837224763246970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/2008/11/photobucket-doesnt-work-here.html' title='Photobucket doesn&apos;t work here?'/><author><name>mem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942615470265702115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuhXY86tXNQ/SXVG5k1hExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w1dfEF6U6Lg/S220/images%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012012328869340088.post-5609180531106700513</id><published>2008-11-13T10:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:23:14.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>honesty time</title><content type='html'>Here it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s122.photobucket.com/albums/o243/memmey/?action=view&amp;amp;current=things152.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o243/memmey/things152.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "real" Pepsi in the door is for company who won't drink sugar free. The 2 packages of ww crackers on the top shelf will go soon to my 2 dogs. Lastly the container of cornmeal...I guess I will give it to my neighbor. No need to waste, sharing is good. Oh and the container of pasta sause only gets used a tablespoon at a time.&lt;br /&gt;So there , I have an echo now. I'm off later for fresh vegtables. The freezer has plenty of shrimp and fish. BTW I don't eat beef or pork or chicken , I watched the news cast about how horribly they have to live and die now I CAN'T eat it any more. I have been eatin tons of carbs instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar free Kool-aid is so good.Yummm chemicals instead of sugar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012012328869340088-5609180531106700513?l=memsblog-mem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/feeds/5609180531106700513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012012328869340088&amp;postID=5609180531106700513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/5609180531106700513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/5609180531106700513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/2008/11/honesty-time.html' title='honesty time'/><author><name>mem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942615470265702115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuhXY86tXNQ/SXVG5k1hExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w1dfEF6U6Lg/S220/images%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012012328869340088.post-215427573041801843</id><published>2008-11-13T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:05:15.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well I weighed myself  *L*</title><content type='html'>I have avoided the scale for a  l-o-n-g  while.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I offically document that I weigh 200 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;Two hundred jiggly puffy pounds. I might also go ahead and confess that I prefer elastic waist pants . If you choose 16W petite then you are as wide as you are tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the occasion to talk to many many  women in the salon and the complaints I hear are so familiar. You really can't tell people the truth, they know the truth but avoid it. Oh my back is killing me..hummm well your belly is too big. Oh my feet are killing me...hummm your asking your regular size feet to hold up a irregular size body. I don't really eat that much.....yeah but Little Debbie snack cakes are not real food.  I use the excuses myself and I KNOW better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one of those folks that say things like I use to bench 135 or I used to squat 185.  USE to, not now, not any more. I used to be a certified aerobics instructor, it took me 3 months to study for that test. I was so proud. But you cannot underestimate life and emotional events. They can take anything you have achieved and shake it's foundation seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what I have learned is that you have to protect yourself from yourself.  I have to understand my weaknesses. Take a hard look at myself and admit my flaws. That may take a while......&lt;br /&gt;At my age you either wake up and get busy or get ready for medicine and doctor visits. I feel an urgency for clarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I love my nephew, he is encouraging his dizzy Aunt( me) to get real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012012328869340088-215427573041801843?l=memsblog-mem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/feeds/215427573041801843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012012328869340088&amp;postID=215427573041801843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/215427573041801843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/215427573041801843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/2008/11/well-i-weighed-myself-l.html' title='Well I weighed myself  *L*'/><author><name>mem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942615470265702115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuhXY86tXNQ/SXVG5k1hExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w1dfEF6U6Lg/S220/images%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012012328869340088.post-7808191905891749593</id><published>2008-11-12T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:01:24.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got to decide on a plan</title><content type='html'>Sometimes a little knowledge is a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;I know about ten ways to approach is decision. I have traveled this road before .&lt;br /&gt; Restrictive diet and massive cardio. Four sets of fifteen free weights with little to no rest between sets.&lt;br /&gt; But I feel like I want to walk up to the cliff before I jump off. I was thinking that I might spend the next week or 2 walking and getting used to my diet all the while constructing my work out plan.&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? I'm not avoiding the hard begining but maybe this time training myself a little smarter.&lt;br /&gt;I have no wind, I need wind, so walking every evening should start to get my lungs working harder. I think I'm gonna sing along with my walk and that should conditon my lungs better, and keep the kooks away. Kooks recognize kooks and steer clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kicking that sofa loving lifestyle to the curb but I am in pitiful condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to cut the carbs but maybe try to stay in the area of the second phase of South Beach. If this takes me two years it is ok, I don't want to call it a diet but a change of choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made 3 trips around the neighborhood here and it felt so good.&lt;br /&gt;I made a whole wheat pasta ( just a little) and shrimp dish for supper. As I was walking I had brief memories of how I used to be and I felt lonesome for those days. I hope what I learned about muscle memory was true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012012328869340088-7808191905891749593?l=memsblog-mem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/feeds/7808191905891749593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012012328869340088&amp;postID=7808191905891749593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/7808191905891749593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/7808191905891749593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-got-to-decide-on-plan.html' title='I&apos;ve got to decide on a plan'/><author><name>mem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942615470265702115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuhXY86tXNQ/SXVG5k1hExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w1dfEF6U6Lg/S220/images%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012012328869340088.post-4435582329703505767</id><published>2008-11-12T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T08:46:37.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can a 56 year old overweight woman regain fitness?  I am gonna give it a try</title><content type='html'>My nickname is Memmey. My beloved nephew named me that when he was little and it stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I " used " to be an aerobic instrctor and trainer. Used to be, being the appropriate term.&lt;br /&gt;About 6 years ago life shuffled my cards and I did not get a good hand , I lost my Mother, I had a auto accident and my marriage ended. Excerise and good eating habits went out the door, they were replaced with meopause, saddness, nerves and the Queen of them all ....worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am making the decision to reclaim my life.....I am scared. I don't want to fail. I think I will need all the support I can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today starts my journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1. I started a blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2012012328869340088-4435582329703505767?l=memsblog-mem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/feeds/4435582329703505767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2012012328869340088&amp;postID=4435582329703505767' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/4435582329703505767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2012012328869340088/posts/default/4435582329703505767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memsblog-mem.blogspot.com/2008/11/can-56-year-old-overweight-woman-regain.html' title='Can a 56 year old overweight woman regain fitness?  I am gonna give it a try'/><author><name>mem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07942615470265702115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuhXY86tXNQ/SXVG5k1hExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w1dfEF6U6Lg/S220/images%5B6%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
