F.O.S. is a medical abbreviation.
Today, it stands for Feeling Over Stuffed
It’s all the same.
Food in — Food out (or NOT).
Well, I don’t quite feel like running.
I don’t quite feel like doing anything.
and so…
perhaps I won’t.
by Juls
F.O.S. is a medical abbreviation.
Today, it stands for Feeling Over Stuffed
It’s all the same.
Food in — Food out (or NOT).
Well, I don’t quite feel like running.
I don’t quite feel like doing anything.
and so…
perhaps I won’t.
by Juls
Coach Jeff adjusted my training schedule to allow me to attend the weekly circuit training class at my work. Strength training, including abdominal work, has been lacking from my training. My waistline has been growing in my awareness. I want to be sure that it doesn’t grow in the literal sense as well. It seemed that I was all set.
As is my usual morning routine, I clicked over to my Outlook Calendar to view my work schedule for the day. It was a sad sight. I had a continuous set of meetings from 10 am until 4 pm. The lunchtime circuit training class was doomed. *groan*
An hour later, one meeting was being cancelled while another was being added. My day moved along and I traveled from conference room to conference room. Luckily, the 11 am meeting was short. I zipped out of there and straight to the locker room hoping not to miss too much of the class. Through the locker room wall I could hear the music starting. The warm up had just finished. I changed quickly and made a b-line to the potty.
Having had two children, I have a true appreciation of the value of having an empty bladder where running, jumping jacks, and skipping rope is involved. I had other, ill-educated, considerations where the class was involved.
Where running is concerned, I know what equipment and preparation I need. I hate exposing my uppermost portion of my legs and the built in undies of the shorts. I do have my modesty. In preparation, I had packed my tri-shorts instead of my running shorts.
Thinking of the sweat component, I had an extra bra in my bag for after class. I did not, however, pack a jogbra. The need for one became apparent at the first cardio station. Nestled between each strength station was some sort of activity that drew attention to my lack of support. These were the same movements that I had considered when taking the time to empty my bladder despite being tardy. In a room full of mirrors, it is beyond me as to why I let this consideration escape me. *sigh*
So there I was struggling, getting sweaty, bouncing around the room, and exposing my stomach roll – just like the best of them. It goes to show you that we all have our weaknesses. Yours just might be a little different than mine.
by Juls
I can feel him staring hard at my back. He’s waiting with anticipation – of what, I cannot be sure. I know he is there, but I refuse to turn around and return the stare, let alone a glance. He lets on his frustration with a whine now and again. I actually find that cute in a strange way.
Almost as soon as I wrote that last thought, he changed his tune. It’s funny how the males are like that; it must be the testosterone. Now he is deadly quiet. I am sure that he is still there, but I think he must be looking the other way. I still refuse to look.
by Juls
Runner Susan at Sumy Designs has sent me the proof and it looks great. I am so excited.
A few of my friends noted how much they loved the masthead that I have of Catalina Island. It is, after all, from the trip that Tom treated me to for my 40th Birthday. The trip will not be forgotten. I don’t need the masthead to remind me.
If you were even considering making a change to your blog, I would urge you to check out Sumy Designs. Working with Runner Susan was easy; she makes the process of parting you’re your old masthead a painless one.
We started the process with Susan asking me a few questions. Next, I sent some pictures, and told her my favorite colors. I also told her that I wanted my masthead to convey the message that it is about The Journey.
I think that you will be pleased with the change, as I am.
by Juls
I was thinking about this on today’s run:
In the past couple of days I have been at a loss for words. As much as I may inspire you, you also inspire me – to write. I write my posts and then wait for the comments to roll in.
But lately, even though my site is being visited, I haven’t been receiving many comments. My stat counter shows 112 visits yesterday, and 55 readers already today. So either, my visitors got to my site by accident OR it is possible that what I have had to say wasn’t worth a comment.
Lurkers, or rather those of you who read but *never* comment, I am taking a census. I am giving you permission to write on my bathroom wall (so to speak). Basically, I am saying that it is okay to just say, “I was here” and give your name. If you’d like, you can even tell me what sort of posts you like best, what you don’t like, or how you found me.
Step out of the shadows and be counted. After all, you’re being counted by my stat counter (somewhat) anyways.