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  • #31
    Playing with kidlets in the pool sounds like fantastic WOMing to me. Playful activity is great. Once you get in the groove of it and start to really enjoy moving your body regularly, then adding in more traditional movements like bodyweight strength stuff won't feel so daunting since you'll have adapted and learned how good your body feels when it's active.

    Housework--all that bending and stretching and lifting and stuff, yeah, that counts too. Less fun than the pool with the kids, though.

    Anyhow, enjoying your journal so far and your posts elsewhere on the boards. Glad you're here!
    “If I didn't define myself for myself, I would be crunched into other people's fantasies for me and eaten alive.” --Audre Lorde

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    • #32
      Take a spray bottle of water to the park to mist yourself with. It will definitely keep you cooler!

      Ooooh!! Squirtguns!! The kidlets will love it!
      Of all the paths you take in life, make sure a few of them are dirt.

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      • #33
        Originally posted by honeybuns View Post
        Take a spray bottle of water to the park to mist yourself with. It will definitely keep you cooler!
        Oh I love doing that on hot days! It really helps (but only if there's a breeze).

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        • #34
          Originally posted by Gravyboat View Post
          Is your cat Rudi a siamese, by any chance? I had a cat named Rudy growing up who was a siamese and lived to about 19. He was my dad's special little prince. He spoiled that cat!
          My Rudi is a red/orange tabby male with white belly and paws, and he is soooo a Mama's boy. He will ditch anybody and anything for me, 'ceptin raw beef. We call him Rudi, but his full name is Evinrude, after the outboard motor - when he was a kitten, you would have thought an Evinrude tearing through your bedroom, the purr was that loud. We got him from the NJ Humane Society in Newark NJ.

          I like Siamese cats, but not the new incarnation of the breed - I would love to have a couple of the old-style ones! I used to babysit a couple of Siamese in Frankfurt - the boy was named Rambo, and did he ever live up to his name!!! Big-boned, big attitude, big mouth, big everything... I adored all the chatter and talk, and when I didn't get his routine just right, he would climb all the bookshelves and look for knick-knacks to toss onto the floor. Siiigh.

          We have six cats currently. In order from oldest to youngest: Rudi (Evinrude), Oliver, Tolly (Bartholomew), Merlin, George, and Henry. We used to have Tabasco, Jasper, and Angus, as well, but these three all died within 6 months of each other back in 2010 due to old age. We were just devastated - Tabasco, Rudi, Jasper, and Angus were the four that formed the "old guard"; they were with us already when First came home from the hospital as a newborn. You will probably hear about them - they were family, pure and simple. We buried them in custom-carpentered boxes built by hubby, here on the property. Soon we will get a St. Francis statue and put it out there in the family pet cemetery.
          Last edited by Crabbcakes; 07-19-2012, 10:18 PM.
          I have a mantra that I have spouted for years... "If I eat right, I feel right. If I feel right, I exercise right. If I exercise right, I think right. If I think right, I eat right..." Phil-SC

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          • #35
            Originally posted by honeybuns View Post
            Take a spray bottle of water to the park to mist yourself with. It will definitely keep you cooler!

            Ooooh!! Squirtguns!! The kidlets will love it!
            Good idea!! We recently got a batch of squirt guns made by the Nerf company - BEST SQUIRT GUNS EVER! Ours are the model XP-215. Thanks! I'm off to stick a couple in my bag for tomorrow...
            I have a mantra that I have spouted for years... "If I eat right, I feel right. If I feel right, I exercise right. If I exercise right, I think right. If I think right, I eat right..." Phil-SC

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            • #36
              Originally posted by Owly View Post
              Anyhow, enjoying your journal so far and your posts elsewhere on the boards. Glad you're here!
              Thanks! This is my first forum foray anywhere on the Internet, and I was very nervous. Nervousness proved unfounded - yous guys are the nicest people! I really like your avatar - the daughters and I like rocks. No kidding - we like rocks. Heaven for most of us is a really big rock garden with lots of boulders from sitting-size on up with a stream running through it. Ahhh.
              I have a mantra that I have spouted for years... "If I eat right, I feel right. If I feel right, I exercise right. If I exercise right, I think right. If I think right, I eat right..." Phil-SC

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              • #37
                Originally posted by Crabbcakes View Post
                I like Siamese cats, but not the new incarnation of the breed - I would love to have a couple of the old-style ones! I used to babysit a couple of Siamese in Frankfurt - the boy was named Rambo, and did he ever live up to his name!!! Big-boned, big attitude, big mouth, big everything... I adored all the chatter and talk, and when I didn't get his routine just right, he would climb all the bookshelves and look for knick-knacks to toss onto the floor. Siiigh.
                I'm with you on that. Rudy (originally Rudolph) was a big loud stocky guy. I don't like the new siamese standard either. They look like the unnatural mutants they are. Though, honestly, if I found an elongated new-siamese tortie, I would totally bring her home and name her Nefertiti. I love torties. I have two, Octavia and Genevieve. I can't afford any more cats right now, but when I can, they will probably be torties.

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                • #38
                  Originally posted by Crabbcakes View Post
                  Thanks! This is my first forum foray anywhere on the Internet, and I was very nervous. Nervousness proved unfounded - yous guys are the nicest people! I really like your avatar - the daughters and I like rocks. No kidding - we like rocks. Heaven for most of us is a really big rock garden with lots of boulders from sitting-size on up with a stream running through it. Ahhh.
                  Glad you like it! I took that photo on my birthday a few years ago when I was hiking in the Rockies with one of my best friends. Someone had built that inukshuk-like stack and left it for someone else to discover (not unusual to find in Jasper), and I think the rocks on top look like an owl. You can't see it very well in my avatar, but the Athabasca River is in the background in the right side of the frame.
                  “If I didn't define myself for myself, I would be crunched into other people's fantasies for me and eaten alive.” --Audre Lorde

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                  • #39
                    Hey There, Journal!

                    I think I know a secret ritual for getting the weather to turn cloudy and cooler: bring squirt guns. Really! After the great suggestion from honeybuns to bring them to the park to ward off terminal sweatiness, the weather turned cloudy and much cooler for almost three days, and rained on us for nearly that long. I didn't need them. Huh! I secretly think that if I hadn't brought them - it would have been unbearable... another incarnation of Murphy's Law... so it is all good.

                    Fourth's playdate went very well - she and her friend (they only met last month at art camp) played together, totally calm and without incident, for 6 hours straight. Friend's mom and I talked for 6 hours straight. Yup - 6 hours. FM (friend's mom) is an older mother who waited for 10 years of her marriage before having her two, so she spent the time going to college and travelling the US and working and reading - and was very interesting to talk to. Since our girls were playing together peacefully, we just let them have at it until FM had an early evening appointment she had to keep.

                    So - to tie this into WOMing: there we all are at the park. We spent the first 45 minutes or so ambling around, watching our two play on the climbing equipment while we were chatting like champions. After a while our little ladies decided they wanted to change the scenery and play at Friend's house, so we packed it up and drove to a gated community (with lake) very close by where Fourth and Friend finished the day riding bikes and watching a movie and snacking and just generally playing with no help from the moms at all. So the most strenuous exercise I got was in the lip, cheek, and jaw area...

                    I did have an interesting experience with the fabled 80/20 thing - Fourth and I had prepared and packed a picnic lunch with enough to share: baked beans, carrot sticks, cookie brownies, juice, organic fruit leather, and ham/cheddar/lettuce sandwiches on whole wheat buns - a menu kid-approved by Fourth herself. For some reason I wasn't really hungry, so I just sat back and let everybody eat. Somewhere around hour 4, as the kids were attacking more of the picnic lunch, FM is getting hostess-nervousness because I hadn't had any of the lunch yet. She was always very sweet, but I had that quick thing of "OMG - how am I going to get out of this non-Primal mess?!"... and I ate one of the sandwiches.

                    I figure it this way - how can I bring a picnic lunch, purchased and prepared and planned by me, and then say I don't like my own food?? FM and I are also very new in the acquaintance thing, so I wasn't ready to bring up Primal yet. The day was for making new friends, not talking diets. Thus I cashed in some of the 20%.

                    FM and Friend have a reciprocal invitation, so when they come over, I will just prepare a hot Primal lunch, as I will need to do anyway to feed my two diet kids - and this being our house and all.

                    I found a fantastic book at the library: written by Karen LeBillon, titled "French Kids Eat Everything". This memoir was so much of a stunner that I read it in two days and plan to buy a copy to put in my personal reference section for child-raising. It is the story of a French (the husband) - American (the wife) family (two daughters between them) who move to the husband's childhood village in France for one year - and the food and eating havoc that ensues when the locals, the village public school, the hubby's parents, and the extended relations get wind of how picky the little girls are. And how their mom is the consummate enabler on that front... The book is warm and honest and not at all superior in tone, but if merely half of what she writes is true about food education in France, we should prostrate ourselves at the feet of the French, repent of our bad food ways, and go about doing right by the next generation here in the US! (Just FYI - this is not a book about haute cuisine or the superiority of French recipes, or anything like that - it is about how French parents train their children to be mindful, adventurous eaters with an advanced palate and a love of good, fresh, food, eaten with style and good manners and good company.)

                    So, Journal-of-mine, thus ends another two days in the Life of Crabbcakes and my search for good WOMing (among other things). I will need to get creative next week, as it is shaping up to be a busy week, full of driving. Ugh. But hey, some weeks are like that. Until the next...
                    I have a mantra that I have spouted for years... "If I eat right, I feel right. If I feel right, I exercise right. If I exercise right, I think right. If I think right, I eat right..." Phil-SC

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                    • #40
                      Hola, Journal!

                      Sorry there hasn't been much news from me. There really hasn't been much happening outside of a lot of driving... Fourth has her regular therapy schedule, and added to that were a couple of runs into the city for surprise doctor visits and rescheduled therapy and such (First thought she cracked a tooth... kinda' needs attention, you know?). And here I am five days later.

                      I did get a library hold in: hold onto your hats, because this is INCONCEIVABLE... "You Are Your Own Gym" by Mark Lauren...

                      (whoosh, whoosh, whoosh - me fanning the few regular readers of this journal as they lie on the floor in a swoon - whoosh)

                      I have seen references to this all over the MDA, and thought I might check it out. It seems very humane and doable. The guy has easy-peasy starting points for the weaklings among us (namely, me), but the most interesting thing is that the starting points for the different training positions (heh, heh - I avoided that E-word!) are the exact same ones Third is assigned in her PT sessions! At least that brings some in-my-reality cred to his book. And - finally - a dude who isn't asking you to buy $1000 in equipment just to get started (which is good, because hubby is, shall we say, ummm, "a fan of frugality").

                      So, journal, that is it. First, Second, and I will get a little LHT today as we muscle a bookshelf up the stairs, beef-heart-burgers are on the menu, and I will try to lead a more exciting life for your reading pleasure soon...
                      Last edited by Crabbcakes; 07-29-2012, 10:42 PM.
                      I have a mantra that I have spouted for years... "If I eat right, I feel right. If I feel right, I exercise right. If I exercise right, I think right. If I think right, I eat right..." Phil-SC

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                      • #41
                        God, Crabbcakes, how dare you have a normal busy life. Dance for my amusement, monkey! Dance!

                        Also, good luck with that book. I hope you are able to find something fun and exciting that you will really want to do. I adore shovelglove since it's more like playing make-believe than (ugh) exercising. I genuinely look forward to it and have been bummed out that I couldn't do it the last few days. I hope you find a way of moving that you love too!

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                        • #42
                          Guten Morgen, Journal!

                          I. Am. Sore. Two or three days ago, depending on how you count days (that would have been this past Friday), I woke up, and seeing as how the rest of the Family Crabbcakes was still in the sack, decided that the cloudy weather would be conducive to some sorely overdue tree pruning. We have one ornamental tree at the end of the herb garden; don't know what the thing is called, but it is a standard landscaping slow-growing tree-let with the hanging branches that isn't a willow - it reminds me a lot of the back end of an ostrich / emu, and the Kids Crabbcakes call it the Ostrich Tree to distinguish it from other isolated trees on the property. The branches were all the way to the ground and blocking the walkway around the house. So I grab the pruning tool and go to it, no breakfast or nuthin' - I even stayed in my jammies, too (my jammies look a lot like street clothing, so no big deal).

                          The pruning tool could have used an oiling and a little bolt loosening - it was pretty damn tight - but I ignored it and went to work with a vengeance, clearing lots of dead wood as well. And then, when that wasn't enough for me, I cleared the herb garden of weeds. And then planted 8 herb plants. And then gathered coriander seed from the cilantro plants. And then - the energy ran out.

                          I don't know what got into me, but just as I was finishing up (it was hours later), the sky opened up. What did I do? Well, it felt soooo good to be in the lukewarm rain (after I had gotten all kinds of tree refuse on the upper half and garden dirt on the bottom half) that I just took off the clothes down to the undies, walked around the house to the corner of the garage where the downspout/gutter doesn't work right and leaks a heavy stream of water off the corner of the garage like someone opened a firehose up - and showered au naturel. Hubby saw me back there and tossed me a bar of soap at my request. And brought me a big, dry beach towel... great guy - it's why I married him. Just as I was all squeaky clean and rinsed, the rain quit and the sun came out. Next up on the outdoorsy menu - the Primal-obligatory 15 minutes of sunshine (even though I treat it as optional mostly). Works great for warming back up.

                          Sooo - Friday the arms and shoulders were heavy and sore. Saturday, the arms and shoulders were better, but the butt was achy! Good grief - the tush! I almost took a tylenol. Sunday, the tush was better, but now the back of the thighs are achy and tight... And Sunday I got the munchies and decided that eating the remaining homemade chocolate centers the kids and I had made pre-Primal would be a good idea... where four were good, eight or 10 would be excellent, right??!! It took less than an hour before my intestines hurt! I mean, it pressed hard! I was hoping for relief via a huge foghorn toot, but nada... I was doomed to ride this one out... As I write this, I feel much better, but I am really stunned that my body is starting to actively reject the not-food. My celiac daughter was so fantastic - she has had to endure awful stomachaches, and she was such a great commiserator and company as I lay on the couch and complained of the achiness. Secretly, she was happy about this - not that Mom was in pain, but that someone else in the house could experience food issues as she does - like I had joined her secret members-only Food Gives You Stomaches Club.

                          And that brings me to now. The tree cuttings are still in the yard, so that will be some work this week, but other than getting the branches off of the dead-anyway lawn (due to heat and dryness here), I have no great WOMing plans until the sore muscles are no longer sore. I hope they give it up before this coming Thursday - First, Second, hubby and I all have tickets to see Barry Manilow, and I wanna' dance without pain! First and Second are really, really excited - it will be their first-ever popular music concert, and we all are going to an outdoor venue we are new to.

                          So, dear Journal, I think it is time to obey another Primal principle - that of sleep... tomorrow is another therapy day with Third. I'll let you know how the concert turns out...
                          I have a mantra that I have spouted for years... "If I eat right, I feel right. If I feel right, I exercise right. If I exercise right, I think right. If I think right, I eat right..." Phil-SC

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                          • #43
                            Aw man, your early morning outside adventure sounds so wonderful! Makes me wish I had a yard.

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                            • #44
                              I always found that movement helps make sore muscles less so.
                              Of all the paths you take in life, make sure a few of them are dirt.

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                              • #45
                                Guten Abend, Journal!

                                The Barry Manilow concert was heavenly! The outdoor structure itself resembles very much a landed flying saucer with a large landing-ramp hatch opened to the ground, just with rows of seats lined up left-to-right in front of the hatch door in anticipation of the aliens stopping and giving the Vulcan salute. The flying saucer itself sits in a tight bowl-shaped valley - the land on all sides sloped up and away - these are the laws seats, and where the Family Crabbcakes sat.

                                The evening was as perfect as they come - not hot and not cold, barest of breezes, no bugs (uh-oh... probably got a dose of pesticide... no mosquitos?!?!) and absolutely clear. Thursday was the Corn Moon (the full moons around this house each have names), and it slowly rose, huge and glowing amber above the tall treetops as Barry sang a ton of his hits.

                                The music was so much fun that we giant albino lawn ants (aka audience members) were up and dancing half of the evening. I'm counting THAT as my WOM for the day!! Second was absolutely enthralled - hooting and hollering and doing the can-can and singing and bouncing around the stadium blanket when she wasn't dancing. Second got so happy that she actually asked to sit on my lap for a while, just as a kind of a "I love you Mama for bringing me here" moment (and she is almost 14 ). First is a bit more reserved - she just swayed quietly to the music. Mr. Crabbcakes and I have far fewer reservations... perhaps you will see us dancing the partner-freestyle on some YouTube vid somewhere. Aaaaaah - some family evenings make the trouble you take raising kids all worth it!

                                We resisted the lure to buy fancy alcoholic drinks and snacks - having fortified ourselves just before our departure with beef burgers and cauliflower and cukes and homemade pickles and green salad with evoo vinaigrette and ice water. Hubby showed me his weight this morning - 198lb!!! Good show, Mr. Crabbcakes!! He hasn't seen the underside of 200 for quite a while now, and the rest of his family has duly noticed the smaller gut.

                                I also had a first... if you are male, you should probably go and get something Primal from the fridge for a bit, because I am going to talk about... Shark Week. (I picked up this term from the menstrual cup thread and L M A O!) Two days ago the shark bit, and I didn't even know it was coming. I mean - no pain. If you knew how I suffer through the first full 24 hours of Shark Week, you wouldn't laugh - I have been known to faint. The M.O. for this is to take staggered doses of acetaminophen and ibuprofen for a full day, swell like a roadkill groundhog on a summer day, and feel about as good. Day One was the day of... the Manilow concert. I thought I was doomed to writhe in pain, try to pretend I was having a good time, and bleed all over my family. And none of it materialized. I LOVE YOU MARK SISSON FOR PUTTING THE PRIMAL OUT THERE!!

                                So, my Journal, there you have it - one awesome concert with a little WOMing, and a totally successful Shark Week. Tomorrow Mr. Crabbcakes and I are slated to teach in RE (Religious Education - the Unitarian Universalist version of Sunday school) together, so I had better get in touch with the director and see if she has any plans outside of maintaining crowd- and crafts-control. The next thing on the Primal agenda is a YAYOG beginning on Monday, just to tinker with it and try the training positions. As the Terminator has been known to say - "I'll be back..."
                                I have a mantra that I have spouted for years... "If I eat right, I feel right. If I feel right, I exercise right. If I exercise right, I think right. If I think right, I eat right..." Phil-SC

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