Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
Preworkout snack
1 c lowfat cottage cheese-
1 tbsp flaxseed mix
10 blueberrys.
I love it so yummy & good for you!
1 tbsp flaxseed mix
10 blueberrys.
I love it so yummy & good for you!
Today’s breakfast:
Today’s breakfast:
1 scoop soy protein
15 blueberries
4 large strawberries
2 c orange juice
1Tbsp flaxseed mix
1 banana
Blend until creamy…makes about 32oz.
It was yummy and filling.
1 scoop soy protein
15 blueberries
4 large strawberries
2 c orange juice
1Tbsp flaxseed mix
1 banana
Blend until creamy…makes about 32oz.
It was yummy and filling.
Dawning of a new day….and body…
As I have noted I have put out there that I am working on a new me and I am taking it very seriously. I actually had started a few weeks ago and started making forward progress so I would be able to talk myself into the whole publicly working out & eating right thing.
In fact in a few weeks I started really working with weights and walking a lot. I also have begun the hard task of getting off my ass during my vacation from school and becoming living a more active life.
I have also increased my water intake and decreased all other beverages. I still enjoy my unsweetened iced tea. I also enjoy sugar free popsicles…
In fact in a few weeks I started really working with weights and walking a lot. I also have begun the hard task of getting off my ass during my vacation from school and becoming living a more active life.
I have also increased my water intake and decreased all other beverages. I still enjoy my unsweetened iced tea. I also enjoy sugar free popsicles…
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Well I'm going to do it.
Well I'm going to do it.
I'm putting it out there for the world to see.
I'm setting a goal not a weight goal because that is just a number. I'm setting a lifestyle change goal.
I want to feel good & look good. I want to not only look half my age but feel half my age.
And my reward (besides the obvious awesomeness) is a tattoo from the famed Gas Chamber Inc in NC.
So it’s a road trip plus being tatted by Shannon Moore’s crew. (I may also get a piercing or two as well) I've always wanted to get tattoo but have always been too chicken to get one. Now I’ll use it a permanent marker of what I've accomplished.
I will post before-during-after pictures, as well as the trials and tribulations along the way for all to see. Something that freaks me out but I know will ultimately give me strength in the end.
Overcoming mental fears are as powerful as getting a better lifestyle.
So why all the dramatics? Because I am very good at starting and very bad at follow through. Especially when it is something hard for me. I will self sabotage myself every step of the way and not reach my goal no matter how bad I really want it.
Whether it is finishing a project that has great potential to push my career to the next level or to get really healthy again I find some way to f&#k it up.
But this time I really want this really bad. I need this really bad. Not just for physical health reasons, but mental health as well. I need to prove to myself I have what it takes again.
So as I push myself I beg of you please push me too. If I fall off the wagon, chastise me but tell me to push through and get back on. I need this. I will forever be indebted to those willing to help me in this endeavor.
I'm putting it out there for the world to see.
I'm setting a goal not a weight goal because that is just a number. I'm setting a lifestyle change goal.
I want to feel good & look good. I want to not only look half my age but feel half my age.
And my reward (besides the obvious awesomeness) is a tattoo from the famed Gas Chamber Inc in NC.
So it’s a road trip plus being tatted by Shannon Moore’s crew. (I may also get a piercing or two as well) I've always wanted to get tattoo but have always been too chicken to get one. Now I’ll use it a permanent marker of what I've accomplished.
I will post before-during-after pictures, as well as the trials and tribulations along the way for all to see. Something that freaks me out but I know will ultimately give me strength in the end.
Overcoming mental fears are as powerful as getting a better lifestyle.
So why all the dramatics? Because I am very good at starting and very bad at follow through. Especially when it is something hard for me. I will self sabotage myself every step of the way and not reach my goal no matter how bad I really want it.
Whether it is finishing a project that has great potential to push my career to the next level or to get really healthy again I find some way to f&#k it up.
But this time I really want this really bad. I need this really bad. Not just for physical health reasons, but mental health as well. I need to prove to myself I have what it takes again.
So as I push myself I beg of you please push me too. If I fall off the wagon, chastise me but tell me to push through and get back on. I need this. I will forever be indebted to those willing to help me in this endeavor.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
“It’s getting hard to be someone, but it all works out…”
“It’s getting hard to be someone, but it all works out…”
Strawberry Fields~ The Beatles
I am writing this after another night of being fully awake until 4 am and up at 8:30, then dozing from 9-12. I have been battling sleepless nights again since not needing to get up in the morning.
But this is not the first battle with this nor do I think it will be the last.
I have spent my entire life trying to conform to be awake in daylight and asleep at night. For as long as I can remember I could stay up all night without difficulty provided I could sleep in. But thanks to needing to conform to an 8-5 society I have had to force my body into this life cycle.
When I was at my writing heights (successfully publishing 23 articles in a span of 6 months) I was completely nocturnal. I am at my creative heights from about 11 pm to 4 am. When the world is silent my brain is in overdrive.
Which is great when you can utilize it to make beautiful art out of words, but not so great when you need to get up in the morning so you are forced to quiet the creative juices with large doses of medications just to be “normal”? And let me tell ya…normal sucks.
Strawberry Fields~ The Beatles
I am writing this after another night of being fully awake until 4 am and up at 8:30, then dozing from 9-12. I have been battling sleepless nights again since not needing to get up in the morning.
But this is not the first battle with this nor do I think it will be the last.
I have spent my entire life trying to conform to be awake in daylight and asleep at night. For as long as I can remember I could stay up all night without difficulty provided I could sleep in. But thanks to needing to conform to an 8-5 society I have had to force my body into this life cycle.
When I was at my writing heights (successfully publishing 23 articles in a span of 6 months) I was completely nocturnal. I am at my creative heights from about 11 pm to 4 am. When the world is silent my brain is in overdrive.
Which is great when you can utilize it to make beautiful art out of words, but not so great when you need to get up in the morning so you are forced to quiet the creative juices with large doses of medications just to be “normal”? And let me tell ya…normal sucks.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Step by step...
And no, not the NKOTB song…
Everyone has looked back at their life an analyzed the moments where we should have turned left instead of turning right on our path in life. Especially as we get older or if we had a huge life altering moment—and I have had both—many times. But none as great or haunting as the 2 years leading up to and the 2 years after August 29, 2005.
No, I was not in the storm, I didn’t live in the aftermath (but I did visit shortly after) and I didn’t lose anyone close to me in the events. I am haunted nonetheless because I was supposed to be there. Had we not needed to get out of New Orleans to save my sanity and my marriage we would have been there until July 2006, instead of taking special circumstance orders and leaving June 1, 2005.
On top of that I have endless guilt of the life I chose to abandon 15 years earlier, was erased off the maps. All the things I took for granted to always be exactly in the same state I left it on the occasional trips down to Mississippi were forever changed.
I could make this in to a long list of regrets and what ifs, but I choose not to. I simply needed to get thoughts to paper to purge them from my mind.
You see I started reading Breach of Faith last night as I huddle next to m fire pit. The stories made my heart ache, even more so because they were unnecessary. In them I search for people I knew while working for a skilled nursing unit at East Jefferson Hospital, patients or fellow co-workers, for some sign that they were ok.
I continued reading it before I fell asleep (note to self NEVER read true accounts of horrible events before bed) and had nightmares all night about trying to save people out of the rushing flood waters and them just slipping out of my grasp.
So, I needed to purge these things in order to not let them bring me down today—I just hope it works.
Oh, I think this will be the last of the Katrina books I read for a while. I think I have successfully tormented myself for the guilt now.
Everyone has looked back at their life an analyzed the moments where we should have turned left instead of turning right on our path in life. Especially as we get older or if we had a huge life altering moment—and I have had both—many times. But none as great or haunting as the 2 years leading up to and the 2 years after August 29, 2005.
No, I was not in the storm, I didn’t live in the aftermath (but I did visit shortly after) and I didn’t lose anyone close to me in the events. I am haunted nonetheless because I was supposed to be there. Had we not needed to get out of New Orleans to save my sanity and my marriage we would have been there until July 2006, instead of taking special circumstance orders and leaving June 1, 2005.
On top of that I have endless guilt of the life I chose to abandon 15 years earlier, was erased off the maps. All the things I took for granted to always be exactly in the same state I left it on the occasional trips down to Mississippi were forever changed.
I could make this in to a long list of regrets and what ifs, but I choose not to. I simply needed to get thoughts to paper to purge them from my mind.
You see I started reading Breach of Faith last night as I huddle next to m fire pit. The stories made my heart ache, even more so because they were unnecessary. In them I search for people I knew while working for a skilled nursing unit at East Jefferson Hospital, patients or fellow co-workers, for some sign that they were ok.
I continued reading it before I fell asleep (note to self NEVER read true accounts of horrible events before bed) and had nightmares all night about trying to save people out of the rushing flood waters and them just slipping out of my grasp.
So, I needed to purge these things in order to not let them bring me down today—I just hope it works.
Oh, I think this will be the last of the Katrina books I read for a while. I think I have successfully tormented myself for the guilt now.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Bloggy ‘bout bookies…
Bloggy ‘bout bookies…
Now that my summer classes are over and I have a short break before fall semester begins, I really want to get my summer on or in my world-get my read on.
One of the biggest problems I have during the school year is having the time to actually sit down and dig into a nice fat juicy book. In fact the last books I read were over spring-break (Such a Pretty Plaid & Mommywood) and before that was Christmas break (The entire Twilight Saga & Host.)
Books are for me like well drugs are too well people who do drugs to escape. I read to escape into another world, slip into another person’s shoes or get chased but sweaty hot wolves.
Granted my life is better in real time now, so escaping isn’t needed as often. But a nice stroll down streets of Tuscany can do a heart and mind good.
Since real time life is better but broker, I can’t go a hog wild in Barnes & Noble, but the library is free and gives at least a good 2-3 hours of solid entertainment a week for my three kids. So I hit the new book aisle and looked up a few that had been recommended to me and here is my list (for right now) of books I am wishing to read.
1. The Great Deluge (Hurricane Katrina, New Orleans and the MS Gulf Coast) by Douglas Brinkley
2. Breach of Faith(Hurricane Katrina and the Near Death of a Great American City) by Jed Horne (Thx to @tigergoesroar for suggestion)
3. Life is Short But Wide by J. California Cooper
4. The Storm (What Went Wrong and Why During Hurricane Katrina) by Ivor van Heedren (Professor terminated from LSU for speaking out about things)
5. Come Hell or High Water(Hurricane Katrina and the Color of Disaster)by Michael Eric Ryson
6. The Good Pirates of the Forgotten Bayous (Fighting to Save a Way of life in the Wake of Hurricane Katrina) by Ken Wells
7. The Water Cooler Diaries (Women Across America Share Their Day at Work) Joni B. Cole & B.K. Rakhra
Right now the list is pretty heavy on the Katrina topic and I think that is because the anniversary is coming up and I like to keep the feelings that anniversary has for me. I may not get to all of them (Katrina topic) because I do have a saturation point on most subjects, even ones I can obsess over and or try to torture my soul with.
If you have any thing that you would like to recommend please feel free to leave me a comment, drop me an email or tweet me on twitter.com/Shannon_anicas. And if you have anything you would like me to read and review contact me ASAP because summer will be over before you know it!
Now, I am off to sit under the umbrella in my backyard that sits over my blow up 4x4 pool and pretend I’m on in Fiji and read a good, juicy book….
Life in a Northern Town…
Life in a Northern Town…
Well, I have been away a lot longer then I had planned on. That’s how life is to quote a great song by Rascal Flatts “lifes like a novel with the end ripped out…”
Spring semester was crazy busy because of the course load I took. Then I had signed up for summer classes not realizing they: a. started the next week and b. they are insane and not a wise thing to do if you plan on having a life. One smart thing I did do was switch around my custody arrangement to get optimal time with my two older children.
So luckily they arrived just as school was winding down. (note to self: never take summer classes again) Now we have the house full of laughter, love and well “he breathed on me” “she looked at me” ahhhh the sounds of motherhood.
I aptly named this entry life in a Northern Town because it has truly been a long cold winter, then spring this year. On July 1st it was 56˚outside when I got up! I had to wear sweatshirt hoodie thing for the next week while walking to my 8:30 class (second not to self: never take such an early class) which is just wrong wrong wrong!!
I mean come on! It’s July! It should be at least 75˚ right?!? Nope not so much. In fact last night we were able to sit outside at a campfire in my new fire pit (will explain later) with jeans on! And not sweat! What up with dat?
I shouldn’t complain it is beautiful outside right now as I sit and type this. I of course have 10 layers of sunscreen and under a huge umbrella since my newest discovery that have hypersensitivity to sun possible medication induced. Yeah me.
Me who never burns, me who has been confused with Native Americans, Hispanics and at times of great tanness even light skinned African-Americans—now can’t go in the sun for any length of time or I get 2nd Degree Burns (see previous entry and graphic photo of last burn incident) I am the person that would lay on the roof covered in baby oil in my teens…now I have spf 70 and floppy hats….oh well.
I did recently celebrate a birthday in which I refused to admit my real age. I, after all I get the “you don’t look that old” remark all the time on campus. But sadly I have to renew my driver’s licenses and they wouldn’t let me legally change my birthday to say I was 22, or 25, or even 29. Nope, I’m stuck with the big 3-8.
Oh well could be worse…
On a great note it was an awesome birthday! They whole city had a fireworks show for me! Isn’t that the coolest!!! Not for me? Oh well, it was still fun.
I got great gifts including but not limited to a webcam for making vlogs and a portable fire pit! It is so cool because we can move it wherever in the yard or take it with us. It is easy to keep clean and empty ash out of and it makes a pretty sweet sized fire. We have used it at least 3 times a week since I got it. Nothing like finishing off the evening with a cold brew and a hot smore!
Well, I have to go apply another coat of sunscreen and check on the kids because they are being WAAAYYY too quiet!
Watch for my blog about books posting in the next few minutes and uploading of photos later tonight!
Love ya’ll!
Shannon
Well, I have been away a lot longer then I had planned on. That’s how life is to quote a great song by Rascal Flatts “lifes like a novel with the end ripped out…”
Spring semester was crazy busy because of the course load I took. Then I had signed up for summer classes not realizing they: a. started the next week and b. they are insane and not a wise thing to do if you plan on having a life. One smart thing I did do was switch around my custody arrangement to get optimal time with my two older children.
So luckily they arrived just as school was winding down. (note to self: never take summer classes again) Now we have the house full of laughter, love and well “he breathed on me” “she looked at me” ahhhh the sounds of motherhood.
I aptly named this entry life in a Northern Town because it has truly been a long cold winter, then spring this year. On July 1st it was 56˚outside when I got up! I had to wear sweatshirt hoodie thing for the next week while walking to my 8:30 class (second not to self: never take such an early class) which is just wrong wrong wrong!!
I mean come on! It’s July! It should be at least 75˚ right?!? Nope not so much. In fact last night we were able to sit outside at a campfire in my new fire pit (will explain later) with jeans on! And not sweat! What up with dat?
I shouldn’t complain it is beautiful outside right now as I sit and type this. I of course have 10 layers of sunscreen and under a huge umbrella since my newest discovery that have hypersensitivity to sun possible medication induced. Yeah me.
Me who never burns, me who has been confused with Native Americans, Hispanics and at times of great tanness even light skinned African-Americans—now can’t go in the sun for any length of time or I get 2nd Degree Burns (see previous entry and graphic photo of last burn incident) I am the person that would lay on the roof covered in baby oil in my teens…now I have spf 70 and floppy hats….oh well.
I did recently celebrate a birthday in which I refused to admit my real age. I, after all I get the “you don’t look that old” remark all the time on campus. But sadly I have to renew my driver’s licenses and they wouldn’t let me legally change my birthday to say I was 22, or 25, or even 29. Nope, I’m stuck with the big 3-8.
Oh well could be worse…
On a great note it was an awesome birthday! They whole city had a fireworks show for me! Isn’t that the coolest!!! Not for me? Oh well, it was still fun.
I got great gifts including but not limited to a webcam for making vlogs and a portable fire pit! It is so cool because we can move it wherever in the yard or take it with us. It is easy to keep clean and empty ash out of and it makes a pretty sweet sized fire. We have used it at least 3 times a week since I got it. Nothing like finishing off the evening with a cold brew and a hot smore!
Well, I have to go apply another coat of sunscreen and check on the kids because they are being WAAAYYY too quiet!
Watch for my blog about books posting in the next few minutes and uploading of photos later tonight!
Love ya’ll!
Shannon
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