One Hundred Pushup Challenge Check In

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How we doin'? All my strong-armed readers who are pumping those push-ups out on a weekly basis - let's hear from you. Dad, Nicole, Melody, Kay, Nathan, Amy, Lisa... are you still with me?

This past week was my 3rd go round with week 3. There are three days of push-ups. Day 1 was... okay. Kind of getting back in the saddle. Day 2 was horrid. I did the required amount but arms were shaking and I'm not quite sure my last few pushups on each set were more than just a token bend of the arms. 

Day 3, however, was redeeming. Good form, didn't feel winded and tired until near the end of each set, and managed decent form the whole way through. I think it depends on what kind of day you catch yourself on. Kay mentioned she does her pushups AFTER her track and tempo workouts. I can't begin to imagine having the willpower to do that. I do mine on track and tempo run days but I do the pushups early in the morning and give myself a good 5-8 hours before I have to run. 

I'm not going to lie to you: Week 4 looks scary. Plus, there's a stress test at the end of the week where you do as many push-ups as you can to failure. I might do them with my trainer to keep me honest. 

I've talked with a few of you about your progress, but still chime in and let the group (oh okay, and the world) know how it's going for you.

100 is getting closer....

Welcome to All You Can Eat Sunday

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Hello and welcome to All You Can Eat Sunday.

Blair and I - after having successfully cut back our TV viewing to less than 3 hours a week - plopped ourselves on the sofa early this afternoon to watch "The Next Food Network Star" marathon and haven't moved in more than 6 hours. Well, that's not entirely true. We have left the sofa to forage for food. After spending a small fortune at Earth Fare this weekend on hemp protein, dulse flakes, coconut oil, unhulled seasame seeds, and gourmet greens, I spent the afternoon eating chocolate soy yogurt, peanut butter sandwiches, cereal, and leftover pasta.

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The Leather Chairs Aren't Going Anywhere

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After reading yesterday's post at work about my wanting to go vegan, Blair came home and had a little talk with me over dinner.

"You. Do. Not. Touch. My. Leather. Chairs." he said. "Are we clear on this? Do I need to write it down for you? Nooooooo touchy." 

Blair's favorite spot in the house is reading the WSJ in his overstuffed leather chair. And for what it's worth, I have no intention of ditching the chairs. Would I go out today and buy leather chairs? Probably not. But I look at past purchases as water under the bridge and I'll try to do better going forward. 

Blair, however, is not convinced.

"It's okay," I think I heard him whispering to the chair as he caressed it. "I won't let her get you." 

On the bright side, he loved the gluten free vegan meal I prepared last night - Aloo Palak. It's an Indian spinach and potato dish. Yum!

Saying Good-bye to Cheese

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I was all set to write about my re-energized committment to going vegan and was going to start the post off with a definition of veganism which--because the Universe has a sense of humor-- when I found it, knocked me off my moral high horse and back down to earth. The definition for Veganism in Wikipedia reads thus:


Veganism is a diet and lifestyle that seeks to exclude the use of animals for food, clothing, or any other purpose.

 

Without doing too much research, I'm thinking the leather chair in our front room, the honey in my kitchen cabinet, and the rockin' winter suede boots in my closet aren't going to earn me any "Vegan of the Year" awards.

 

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