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Training SEALs on Coronado Island.

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If this is the view from your window, you are not allowed to complain about anything, ever.

For those of you who haven’t heard, we recently stayed on Coronado Island for vacation. A fun fact about Coronado is that it is home to a Naval Base which hosts Navy SEAL training. This is certainly more interesting than the fact that Orville Redenbacher died on the island, which is equally true.

After a little research, I found SEAL is an acronym for “Sea Air and Land” teams which confused me, because the correct acronym should be the SALs.  This is possibly not be the vibe they want to put out, hence the Navy’s liberal interpretation of acronym rules.  Regardless, Navy SEAL training is notoriously brutal, with something like a 90% “wash out” rate.  Sounds pleasant.

During our stay we rented bikes, because we pride ourselves on being an active family, and pedaled around the island.  As an aside, the bike rental company had an incredibly clever name, our hotel is known as “The Del,” and the bike rental was called “peDels.” Brilliant, right?  OK, so they took a little liberty with the spelling of pedal, but its cute.

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If only all parks could be so scenic, the world would be a better place.

So, as we bike around the island we come to this beautiful park. What makes this particular place extra scenic were the gorgeous physical specimens jogging around the park, shirtless and sweaty in all their 3% total body fat glory.  My goodness, even my 10-year-old daughter immediately realized these are not the normal humans we are accustomed to seeing in our world.  Even the fittest amongst us do not come close to the degree of physical perfection these guys have attained.  For this, I salute them and thank them for their contribution to my vacation.

Later that evening we were sitting at a restaurant when we noticed some people stringing yellow scene tape, cordoning off a section of beach around some big rocks.  We asked our waitress what was going on, she told us there was an injured seal washed up on the beach.  Turns out she was totally making this up.

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Don’t drop the boat, wouldn’t want it to get wet.

In reality, they were setting up for nocturnal SEAL training.  As darkness settled in, rubber boat loads of cadets paddled onto shore.  Once they landed, they did a variety of pointless, but really difficult, exercises like lunges with the boat held over their heads, push ups with their feet up on said boat, the kind of stuff I rebel against, which is why this whole boot camp exercise trend will have to carry on without me.

After they finished, they came to our side of the rocks where some guy on a bull horn yelled instructions at them.  At one point he made them run into the water, (have I mentioned how cold the ocean is), roll around and then run back, it was kind of weird.  He warned them that if they did not complete these tasks perfectly, they would be “recycled back to Instructor Wilkowski” who must be a real tool, because nobody seemed to want that to happen.

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Mount Wilkowski

We found out why Instructor Wilkowski was to be avoided.  He was the guy that made them climb over the huge, slippery rocks, in the dark, with their boat held over their head.  Gads!

The whole thing was exhausting to watch, which is why we left and went for ice cream.  We did have the decency not to eat it in front of the SEAL trainees.  Frankly, I was afraid Instructor Wilkowski might  see us and take our cones.

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This is what a night landing looks like.

Cheers,

Dazey

Oh how I miss college and pro football

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I admittedly have a small addiction problem when it comes to football. I live for the weekends from September to January. And now, with the addition of Thursday night games, I am at a def-con 4 level of excitement pretty much all week. Good game, bad game, doesn’t matter, I watch them all.  But after the Super Bowl, sadly, there is no more football to watch and we are left to our own devices to fill the time, that is when something like this happens:

spa day

This would be a photo of the “spa day” in my daughter’s bedroom this Sunday.  Now, I generally do not go in for the fancy pantsery of facials, mani/pedis and the like, I am more of a wash-n-go kind of girl (I do put on sunscreen everyday, I am not a total heathen), however, I am never going to be accused of fussing over my looks.  But this weekend, such was my level of boredom, I fully participated in the Lil’ Mayhem Spa Experience.

Now I must say, for an event put on solely by a 9-year old, the snacks were outstanding, fruit salad, turkey cheese roll-ups and lingonberry spritzers.  I could have done without the oatmeal- yogurt facial, it was cold and clammy and I had to leave it on my face for 15 mins, but I did get to lie quietly on the floor and listen to lullaby music. That was nice.

The NFL draft is 55 days away and the Ohio State spring game is on my birthday (April 13th) this year.  So, I have these to look forward to, but in the meantime, God only knows what other adventures I will agree to in order to pass the time.

Cheers,

Dazey

Too close for missles. I’m switching to guns….

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Week 3 with no progress on the weight loss front. The needle on the scale is definitely to the left of the one in 140 but not enough to actually declare it to be 139.  At this point in the process every pound is coming off agonizingly slow, therefore, in the immortal words of Maverick in Top Gun,  I’m switching to guns.

This is a familiar theme in my weight loss career, get down to my regular weight and then all south bound progress ceases.  Now I know what you are going to say, I have heard it a million times, this is the right body weight for you.  And to that, I ask, who is in charge here?  Well, that answer is painfully obvious.

I am aware complaining that I cannot lose 5 pounds may sound, to those who have much greater challenges, like complaining that my diamond shoes are too tight, but this is my personal white whale.  I would like my weight to vary between 135-140 instead of 140-150.  Therefore, I want to get down to 135 and then let the swinging begin.  It is not as if I am asking to be a size 2, I am perfectly happy in an 8 that doesn’t leave lines on my belly.

Which, by the way, have you ever read a weight loss story and seen someone say they lost 30 pounds and now they are a size 0 (which frankly is not a size if you ask me), then you look at the picture and say no way.  I am sorry lady, but you are a size 8, maybe a 6, but no way in Hades are you wearing a 0, who are you trying to kid.  Be happy you lost those 30 pounds, rejoice in the fact you feel better and can chase your kids without losing your breath, but don’t try to over sell it by telling me you are a size 0, I have eyes, I’m gonna know.

After taking a brutally honest look at the situation, I know I am not cheating the diet, so it has to be the exercise element.  Since my Iphone has become to be the center of my universe I turned to it for answers. A while back, my daughter and I decided we wanted to overcome our hatred of running (well, I decided and convinced her it would be “fun” she’s 9 she still falls for that).  I downloaded the Couch to 5K app (C25K), I read about in an article about Jamie Curtis overcoming the same aversion to running.

We did it for about 3 weeks, but because we started in November, the weather and early darkness of day light savings time made us cut it off short of finishing the program.  I am not going to say it was fun, but I didn’t hate it as much as I thought I would and we both felt a sense of accomplishment.

So yesterday I starting the program over again, this time on the treadmill in my garage. The bad news is the garage smells weird because the rabbit has her winter condo in there (sorry Butterscotch, but rabbits can be kind of smelly).  The good news is I am working my way through my Gilmore Girls complete series DVD kit, so even if I don’t break the 5 pound barrier, I will have some sharp-witted quips with which to express my frustrations.

Cheers,

Dazey

Applebees, you’re killing me here

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Applebees, may I ask you what’s up? What is it that I have done to you to make you hate me so. Let me fill you in, I am meeting my M.O.M. (which of course stands for Mother of all Mayhem) tonight for dinner to hand off about a pallet of Girl Scout cookies which she sold on my daughter’s behalf. Since she lives over two hours away, we generally meet at a midway point for dinner and Applebees fits the bill.

Now I have always been of the opinion that Applebees is a fine establishment, serving tasty American fare at fairly reasonable prices. All of that may still be true but, has anyone taken the time to read the nutritional information on their food?

I fancy myself a bit of an amateur chef so I am hip to fact that restaurants make their food taste great by adding copious amounts of salt, butter or both. That does not shock me, but the effect it has on the caloric output of the food has given me a case of the vapors.

As chronicled here, I am alloted 1300ish calories in a day. That total day allotment is eclipsed by one serving of Pecan-Crusted Chicken Salad (1320), Hand-Battered Fish & Chips (1570) or Three Cheese Penne (1300). Even the Oriental Chicken Salad, an Applebees best seller weighs in at 1390, if you get it will grilled chicken it only brings it down to 1290. Outrageous.

I see that they have a Weight Watchers section that has 7 options.  Since I don’t eat shrimp or mushrooms (it’s a texture thing) that takes it down to 3 for me and even those are in the 500 range.  Of those 3 options the sodium count averages 1926. Yikes, can’t use the butter, so I guess you double up on the salt it’s low cal!

No wonder we all need to lose weight in this country, we don’t have a chance. Unless you win the genetic lottery or are an in-training, professional athlete, there is no way you can eat out and not blimp up.

What’s a girl to do? I know I am being a total Debbie Downer here, but this is depressing.  Applebees, I like you but c’mon man you gotta work with me here this is simply not cool.

Cheers,

Dazey

Well that’s just mean…

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Ok so I am putting Lose It! on notice, they are just being mean. Now I know, it is not their fault and I should not “hate the player” but c’mon man!

Here is what happened. As you probably know, I have started a weight loss odyssey. I am fortunate that I don’t have to lose a lot of weight, but losing 15 pounds presents its own unique set of challenges.

I started using Lose It! (exclamation point is theirs, not mine) at the beginning of the year to track my caloric intake and exercise. I plugged in my current weight, how much I wanted to lose and how fast I wanted to lose it. In return, I was given a caloric budget to reach my goal. My budget was 1436, seems reasonable, thanks a lot, nice doing business with you.

After week one I gleefully reported to my Lose It! overlord that I lost 2 pounds. It was great to see the little line on the goal graph head south. There were no bells, whistles or other sounds effects signifying my victory, which would have been nice, but not necessary. I carried on, determined to keep up the good work. I am very coachable.

Lo and behold after another week, I was down another 2 pounds, this really is working out marvelously. I reported my good news to my little digital friend and, again no applause, but the graph line movement was going to have to be enough.  My excitement lasted until the first time I went to key in an english muffin and realized, my caloric budget had been slashed to 1390.

WHAT!!! Well, needless to say I Lost it! (exclamation point mine this time). That is just mean. Now the thrill of stepping on the scale and seeing the needle stop, (yes, I use an old school scale, I like that the result can be open to interpretation) is now tempered by the fact I will have to report this success to my phone and I will be forced to either exercise more or eat less the next week, neither option is super appealing because I am a little lazy and like to eat.

In conclusion, I realize it is not the folks at Lose It!’s fault that you are essentially punished for good behavior, I am just saying I am going to blame them.

Cheers,
Dazey

Striiv for less

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As I have affirmatively stated, my Striiv pedometer is one of my best friends, if it could drive, it might be top of the list. Well I received an email from the fine folks at Striiv indicating one can now purchase a Striiv for less and I thought I would pass it on.

If you go to Striiv.com and purchase the pedometer which is regularly $99.99, and use the code VDAYSTRIIV in the coupon box you will get $20.00 off and free shipping. What a deal!
I highly recommend it, check it out.
Cheers!
Dazey

Dieting is not fun…

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I set this blog up about 6 months ago, patted myself on the back for successfully navigating the WordPress site and promptly forgot to add content.  A lot has happened since last May, I won’t bore you with details, but I figured if I was going to have a blog I should actually write something.

My latest project, or as my husband refers to it, obsession, has been trying to take off a few pounds.   Here is what I have learned about myself, I don’t like dieting, not truly fond of exercise either, but sincerely don’t like dieting. Now I know this sounds like a fairly obvious observation, but I am usually a pretty adaptable person and this is a bit of a revelation for me.

Over the holidays I noticed that my pants were a bit tight and my middle was a little squishier than one might enjoy, so I decided to take charge.  Also, I was teaching a yoga class and caught a glimpse of my reflection in chair pose and wondered what those lumps were on the side of my thighs.  So, I read several diet/lifestyle change books, including Dr. Oz et al’s You on a Diet and undertook to drop anywhere from 12- 15 pounds. I tend to have a “can do” attitude so such undertakings are not unusual in my life.

Well, the first thing I learned is that it takes a caloric deficit of 3,500 to lose 1 pound.  Let that sink in a minute, 3,500 calories less than your daily allotment to lose 1 pound, Fair?  I think not.  A little quick math tells me I have to create a deficit of 42,000-52,500 to reach my goal.  Now I am daunted (and inexplicable hungry).

In my reading, I found reference to this app for my iPhone called Lose it! (the exclamation point is actually in the title, love the energy folks) This little dandy does the math for you and will track your food and exercise, well it will if you input all of your activities and whatever you put in your mouth.

In addition to Lose It! I received a Striiv pedometer for Christmas.  This little gem is addictive.  Striiv is more than a pedometer it is your non-judgmental best friend.  It creates little challenges for you, like walk 100 steps in the next 5 minutes.  Which is a nice way of saying, hey leadbottom, we noticed you haven’t moved in the last hour or so, how about a little stroll.  No judgment.

One of the features of Striiv is that you get to build your own little island, complete with flora, fauna and exotic outbuildings like fountains of youth, magician’s fire and warrior poet statue (you know, the regular stuff).  To purchase the plants and buildings you earn coins and then to build or grow them, you get energy points through your challenges and activities.  Sort of like Farmville or Smurf Village, but with exercise.

My family has questioned my sanity numerous times as I circle the couch while watching TV.  They don’t understand, my village needs me, that mermaid topiary is not going to build itself!

So anyways, I am firmly entrenched in my better living through technology project.  I am 10 pounds down, but have not gained any ground on my goal in almost 2 weeks.   Over the course of the next few weeks, I am going use my alloted digital space in the virtual world to chronicle my quest, so please feel free to check in whenever you want to feel good about yourself and see how I am doing.

Cheers!
Dazey