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The Butt Book

Long ago, I was in the market for a book that would outline various lower body strengthening exercises. So I visited Borders (aw…*takes moment of silence*) and found this gem in the exercise section:

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I can’t imagine what caught my eye. It’s a mystery.

What I affectionately term “The Butt Book” has turned out to be one of the most useful tools in my exercise regimen. I can’t think of a lower body exercise – in or out of the gym – that this book does not describe.  It will tell you how to do it and how to make sure your technique is correct so that you do it safely. It also outlines different workouts and the rate at which you should increase the intensity of your strength training. For a person such as myself who tends toward the all-or-nothing frame of mind, this has been helpful.

Today’s movement involved the five exercises I describe briefly below. I completed two reps of ten each, since that seems to be my starting point this month. Starting slow also helps me slow down and pay attention to form.

Again, as with all strength training – engage your core so you don’t hurt yourself. It’s also important in these exercises to isolate the movement. Try to keep the rest of your body still while only the muscles required to execute the rep are used.

1.Post squat (…ish.  I totally keep both feet on the floor) – Holding on to something sturdy (I used my largest bookshelf), bend from a standing position to a sitting one.  Don’t let your knees cross over in front of your toes, because that’s bad for you knees, and they will tell you about it – loudly – if you do it. Stand back up to complete the exercise.

2. Good mornings – This is like a crunch but for your back. Actually, the idea of crunching your back gives me the willies.  Pretend I didn’t say that. What I meant to say was that it strengthens your back. Stand with your feet just over shoulder width apart, feet turned out (second position, modern dancers). Contracting your abs and keeping your head and spine aligned, bend forward until your body is parallel to the floor.  Stand back up.

3. Kick backs (not the name in the book – I forget what the book calls them) – Holding on to the same sturdy thing from before and contracting your abs, lift your right leg behind you.  Lower and repeat with left leg.

4. Kneeling side leg raises (or what I like to call Fire Hydrants) – Get down on your hands and knees. Keeping the leg bent, lift your right leg up until it is parallel to the floor (watch. your. alignment.  It’s easy to piss your back off with this one). Lower leg and repeat with the left leg.

5. Seated inside raises – Sit on the floor, one leg bent and the foot on the floor in front of you and the other leg turned out and stretched out at an angle in front of you. Keeping everything else still, lift the straight leg up and in (so that it ends up in front of you at the same angle as your other leg, only extended). Lower down. Repeat with other leg.

Because the last three are one-leg-at-a-time activities, this sequence will feel more like eight exercises instead of five.

Strength training, if done correctly, can make everything else easier. Strength training, if done incorrectly, can injure you and make everything else – even sleeping – harder. My advice is that if you are serious about adding strength training to your plate, go to a gym and take their weight room orientation, or talk to a personal trainer.

Or at least buy The Complete Book of Butt and Legs and do what it says.*

Be safe!

I’m committing to 31 Days of Movement.

* Full disclosure – this is an affiliate link, which means if you follow the link and buy it, I get a cut.

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Stretch!

Last night, we had Supper Club. We made homemade bread and pasta.  After intense carb-loading (and more than one generous glass of wine), the very last thing I wanted to do when I go home was exercise.  I was going to use this as my movement for the day:

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(Action shot of Adriana and Josh)

Cranking the pasta maker is movement.  Technically. So is kneading bread. Technically.

But even though my arms are a little sore from the kneading (seriously – I have to get my arms stronger – this is ridiculous), counting cooking as movement seems a little cheaty, particularly when said cooking was interrupted by large amounts of wine and chocolate.

So when I got home, I did the only movement that my full, happy belly could take.  I stretched.

It was glorious. First of all, I did all of it sitting on the floor. I’m all about any activity that I can do sitting down. Second, it only took about a half hour (and about four refills of my 20 oz. water bottle…because wine) to fully stretch every major muscle group and a few of the minor ones.

Best of all, it relaxed me and was a nice transition to bed. I slept so well.

By the end of the month, I would like to have a morning and night ritual, because winding down and waking up are both hard for me. This might be a good one for the night-time. Noted.

Calories burned – 113.  That’s approximately three quarters of a six-minute mile. Not bad for being full of carbs and wine.

I’m committing to 31 Days of Movement.

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Clean Up

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Today’s activity?  Housekeeping.

Don’t scoff.

According to the calorie counter at MyFitnessPal, I burned 454 calories cleaning my apartment today. To put that in perspective, for someone my weight, running (or according to the website, jogging) three miles at a rate of 10 mph burns 435 calories. That’s three six-minutes miles.  I burned more calories today cleaning than I would have burned if my chosen activity of the day was running, because I have never in my life completed a mile in six minutes and cannot even remember the last time I ran three in a row.

Eight different times today, I set a timer for fifteen minutes and straightened and cleaned as much as I possibly could before the buzzer went off. When it rang, I was a little out of breath and sweaty.  So I might have burned more calories, but since I am dealing with a website that considers a six-minute mile “jogging,” I’m going to go ahead and measure my activity as light (rather than heavy) housekeeping.

But no matter what you call it, here’s the best part – my home is two hours cleaner now than it was this morning.

Yep. I’m feeling pretty proud of myself.

I think MyFitnessPal just became my favorite app. Don’t be surprised if I start measuring everything I do in how many miles I saved myself from running.

I’m committing to 31 Days of Movement.

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Dance Party – Club Songs

Friday evening is my downtime. I try to get all my errands done some time during the week so that on Friday after work I can just go home, take my shoes off, and refuse to leave until the next day. My sanity depends on it. So any activity I add on Friday has to work with that. Every Friday this month, I am going to have my own private dance party.

This week’s theme  – Club Songs.

Of course, when I say “club,” I’m talking about the goth club.  So my club music sounds different than everyone else’s club music. In choosing a song to share with you, I picked one of the less dark, less morbid ones.  You’re welcome.

[Aside: technically, Portishead is more trip hop than goth.  But it reminds me of the club, so it’s still a good representation of the dance mix to which I will be partying down with my bad self this evening.]

You’ll note the relaxed beat of the song. Perhaps it’s not what you would typically consider to be dance music, but I encourage you to give it a try. Be creative and – for lack of a better term – flow-y with your dance.

If you have no idea where to start, this instruction page is both informative and hilarious. Pick a few moves and experiment.

Or don’t. Just do what you want.  It’s your party.

Have fun, and happy Friday!

Fridays are going to be the best days in my 31 Days of Movement.  I can already tell.

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Push It

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(All I need is a wall.)

There was a time in my life when I was in pretty good shape. I could run up several flights of stairs without getting out of breath, and I was a tiny-but-mighty powerhouse when a friend needed help moving.

This is not that time, but I’ll get to that in a minute.

The definition in my arms was a thing of beauty. This was due in part to my job at the time. I worked at a daycare and thus spent every afternoon, five days a week, lifting and playing with two-year-olds. That will give you a stress headache, an immune system of steel, and very nice arms.

It also didn’t hurt that I had a regular strength training routine. A trainer at the university gym told me that it was a good idea to alternate – upper body one day, lower body the next. I flat out ignored this advice and did all my strength training every other day (public service announcement – you need a day to rest in between when working a muscle group). I needed days in my life that did not include strength training, because I hated it. I hated it so hard. I did it, though, because it made everything else I did – running, dancing, swimming, lifting two-year-olds – so much easier.

This is one of the arm routines I abhorred the least, because I could do it in the privacy of my living room. I performed four sets of fifteen reps each. Some of the names are what the professionals actually call the exercises; some of them are just names I made up, because cute names make strength training less horrible. Think of it as a nice, kitschy om to go with your exhale. It will get you through it.

As with all strength training, make sure you engage your core (i.e., hold in your stomach, like a good Southern lady) while performing these exercises to improve alignment and help avoid injury. Also, remember to stretch before and after, because if you forget to be a stretcher, you might end up needing a stretcher (little nugget of wisdom from my junior high running coach).

1. Push it (complete with Salt and Pepa running through my head) – This is basically a standing push up. Stand facing a wall, and put your hands on the wall in front of your face, forming a triangle. Bending your elbows, lower your body to the wall and then push away, taking you back to your starting position.

2. Superwoman – Balancing on the right leg, extend the left leg behind you. At the same time, lift your arms in front of you, like you’re about to fly away. Lower arms and leg, then repeat with the left leg supporting and the right leg extended.

3. Ski lift – Okay, so you start out sitting in a chair, and that’s where the comparison to riding a ski lift ends. Placing your palms on the chair on each side of you, lift your butt off the edge of the chair, lower yourself toward the ground, and then push back up. Imagine yourself in a snowy wonderland.  Try to ignore the burning in your triceps.

4. Pointer – Get down on all fours.  Extend your right arm out in front of you and your left leg behind you. Point your fingers and your toes like you’re a dog on the hunt and you’ve just found a bush full of poor, unsuspecting quail. Lower your arm and leg into the original position, and repeat with your left arm and right leg.

5. Cobra  – Lie face down with your elbows bent and your palms on the floor beside your chest. Push up with your arms, lifting your head, shoulders, and upper body.  Allow your shoulders to drop as you move your shoulder blades toward one another (this is a really amazing exercise for those of us who carry our stress in our shoulders, by the way).  Hold for a few seconds, then lower down.

6. Come to the table – Sit on the floor at your coffee table with your legs straight underneath it. Gripping the underside of the table, lie back as far as your arm length will allow you to go.  Pull yourself back up to a sitting position. This also works at a kitchen table, seated on a stool or bench.

Like I mentioned before, my routine was four sets of fifteen reps apiece. That was my intention today. My reality today, however, ended up being two sets of ten reps apiece, and still my arms are so tired I have had to take breaks while writing this post, because I couldn’t hold them up anymore to type.

Well.  That’s humbling.

It’s also motivating. I’m going to get back up to those four sets. I’m going to have that strength again.

I’m committing to 31 Days of Movement – click to see the series so far!

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Taking the Stairs

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“American women have two modes — sitting or spinning. French women prefer gentler, more regular varieties of all-day movement. They see exertion as an integral part of the day.” Mireille Guiliano, French Women Don’t Get Fat

When I got to that line in the book, it hit me square in the face. That describes my typical activity level perfectly – sitting or spinning.  I am either completely still or I am in a frenzied state, sweaty and out of breath, trying to eke out some burned calories to counteract my slothdom.

Today, I didn’t cut corners.  I made a point to get up at least twice an hour and walk. Instead of IM-ing my boss when a student showed up for an appointment, I stood up and went around the corner to her office.

I took the stairs.

I have walked so many stairs today. This was a grand/terrible idea for the first day. I might actually be sore tomorrow.

I take the stairs every day…to my apartment.  But everywhere else?  The elevator is a friend of mine.

Not today, though. Today, I realized just how many times I go to multiple floors at work and just how many stairs that adds up to, and I’m tired but not exhausted like I thought I would be.  I’m the kind of tired belonging to someone who has had a normal, active day.

I don’t think I’m going to have any trouble getting to sleep tonight. I also drank twice as much water as I usually drink, because more activity makes me thirsty.

I love it when simple things that don’t require any additional scheduling make a difference. I think I’ll take the stairs every day.

This is Day One of 31 Days of Movement.

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31 Days of Movement

31 Days Blog 2014

Every October, the Nester hosts a link-up for 31 Days of ____.

I am participating in October Unprocessed this month (starting….now…because I totally just had goodbye-Debbie-we’ll-miss-you donuts this morning), and I was going to write about that for 31 days. But while there are many awesome things about being almost 40, one thing that is less awesome is that a healthy diet alone is no longer enough to keep extra weight from creeping up on me.  And as you can see in the (*cough*adorable*cough*) picture above, I have never been big-boned.  My hand is not much bigger now than it was then. Extra weight is not a friend to my skeletal system.

So I’m going to write the 31 days that I should have written ten years ago. I can’t go back in time, but I can start incorporating more movement into my everyday life, and it begins today.

My behavioral cycle is to get excited, dive in head first, experience failure, get discouraged, quit, and drown my sorrows in another donut. I recognize that. So I am not going to do 31 days of training for that half-marathon that I really want to run in New Orleans in January, because I’m not really sure I could run one mile right now. And I’m not going to sign up for a gym membership, pledging to go for an hour every day at 6:00 a.m. before work, because I think we all know that’s not going to happen.

I am going to set a couple of ground rules:

  1. I’m going to choose daily movement that is practical. It has to work with my current schedule. I am willing to give up an hour of Internet/TV in the afternoon to make time for exercise. I am not willing to get up an hour earlier every morning, particularly on mornings when I didn’t even get home until 10:00 or 11:00 the night before.  Most days, 6:45 is already pushing it. And on the days that I do wake up earlier, I would be better off having a good breakfast and getting in some greet-the-day yoga than trying to get to the gym and back before getting to work.
  2. I am going to keep my expectations reasonable. Like I said, there will be no sudden intense training. I’m not even going to put a minimum time on it. I might take an hour-long walk one day and fifteen minutes of weight training the next. Both count equally toward my goal, which is simply to add something active to each day.
  3. Bonus points if I try something new. A lot of my fitness goals fail because I find one thing to do, and I get bored with it. Exercise is so, so dull to me. I know I like to dance, so Fridays are going to be dance party days (you know you’re excited), but even dance every day will eventually lead me to thoughts like, “This again? Wouldn’t you rather watch Psych reruns, self?  I think so. Compromise – we can dance to the theme song.” And thus the unraveling begins. So I am open to suggestions, but if your suggestion is something like rock climbing, I reserve the right to give you the side eye.

You can watch it all unfold here. Wish me luck!

Day 1 – Taking the Stairs

Day 2 – Push It

Day 3 – Dance Party – Club Songs

Day 4 –  Clean Up

Day 5 – Stretch!

Day 6 – The Butt Book

Day 7 – Pilates

Day 8 – On Not Moving

Day 9 – Serious Arms

Day 10 – Dance Party – Club Trad

Day 11 – Not-Racing

Day 12 – Chasing the Dogs

Day 13 – Boot Legs

Day 14 – Zumba

Day 15 – Tuesday’s Child

Days 16-20 – A Tale of Two Cities

Day 21 – The Wrong Milk

Day 22 – Goodnight, Yoga

Day 23 – Supermarket Shuffle

Day 24 – Dance Party – Girl Child of the 80s

Day 25 – Just a Little Walk in Hell

Day 26 – Bookworm

Day 27 – Why Girls Are Fierce

Day 28 – Ten-Minute Ballet

Days 29-31 – Last Dance

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Beauty is Hard

I find it easy to see beauty in the natural world.  For example, the weather today, while not beautiful by some people’s standards, is gorgeous to me. It’s overcast, a little rainy, and best of all – the predicted high is 70 degrees. HAPPY.

I find it easy to see beauty in others. We had a division-wide breakfast this morning, and as is my custom, I enjoyed people-watching. In the sea of green (Friday is pride day!), I noticed the special touches people added to make themselves stand out from the crowd.

Crowds, however, are not my friend when it comes to feeling beautiful myself. Being in a crowd makes me feel awkward and unattractive. It’s not so much a comparison thing as it is a matter of logistics.

Crowded rooms are not a friend to the hot-natured. I live in the wrong state. I have never in my life walked anywhere without sweating at least a little, no matter how cold it is outside, but as long as the weather hovers near 65 and isn’t too humid, I can usually still arrive at my destination generally presentable (i.e., not completely soaked through). Unfortunately, the temperature doesn’t dip that low in Texas for the majority of the year. I dress in layers, not because less clothing actually does anything to make me more comfortable and less sweaty, but because that way, I can add a sweater or a dark jacket once I get to my location to camouflage the fact that underneath it all, I just look like I’ve run a marathon. Of course, the sweater or jacket then makes me sweat more for the few minutes that I spend acclimating to the cooler climate of the building, making my face red and the people around me nervous that they’re about to have a medical situation on their hands. I haven’t figured out how to make the transition in a less awkward way, because there usually isn’t time (or a place) to spend ten minutes cooling off. I’m just herded into the crowd (some of which I noticed were experiencing the same problems, so it’s not just me. I feel your pain, friends!).

Also, crowded rooms are not staged for the rotund. I seriously contemplated not going back for a second cup of coffee this morning in order to avoid weaving through the tight spaces between the tables. In the end, of course, I went back (because please – what in the world is EVER going to keep me from more coffee?), but the thought of navigating the room layout gave me pause. And my hesitation was not without merit.  I did indeed bump some elbows and have to squish a little too close to people WHOM I DO NOT KNOW (*deep breaths*) in order to simply make it across the room. And I can’t help but remember that I never gave this any thought when I sported a healthier weight. I mean, I’m sure I worried about other beauty-adjacent topics, but the immense amount of space I require just to get through the room was not one of them.

Sometimes, beauty is hard.

I’m going to continue my 31 Days of Personal Beauty, but it’s going to be more of a cumulative endeavor than a consecutive one. Apparently.

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Badass Boots

My style ebbs and flows. I go through phases where everything is loose and flowing (usually a winter phase). I go through phases where I want to dress like Cam on Bones (in fact, I found a fantastic dress a couple of weeks ago, so I feel that phase coming on again soon). Once, a friend said to me, “You dress like a cartoon character,” so apparently, there’s that phase, too.

But the one constant in my closet – the item that goes with every phase – black knee-high boots.

Boots Crossed

I am fond of the knee-high boot. I have had white ones (these will probably be the shoes I wear in my wedding), red ones, brown ones, and even green vinyl ones (I needed them for a Poison Ivy costume.  NEEDED.). But for the last twenty years, I have always had at least one pair of black boots.

Boots and Lace

They are practical. They go with everything. They give an edge to lace and velvet. They dress up a casual outfit while still providing some arch support. They make a dressy ensemble a little funkier.

And let’s just say it – these boots make me look like a badass.

I didn’t fully understand the power of the boot until I was old enough to go clubbing. I tried at first to go the sexy, strappy sandal route.  They looked great….at the beginning of the night. By the end of the night, my feet were angry. Now, I love me a strappy sandal, but unless they are specifically built for dancing (e.g., tango shoes, which is another post altogether), they are best suited for sitting still and looking pretty. As I’ve never had much interest in being an ornament, I needed a new footwear choice.

Enter the knee-high boot.

It is difficult to be a wallflower when you’re standing in fourteen inches of leather. It kinda makes me stand out. And I like it.

These boots are empowering.  Unlike the majority of shoes made for women, they’re functional.  I can dance in them easily without my feet getting tired. If necessary, I could run in them. And they’re sturdy enough that they could do some damage if I were in a situation where I needed to take out the knee of an attacker. I hope I never have to do so, but if such a situation presents itself, my boots and I are ready.

Boot Reflected

I’m writing 31 Days of Personal Beauty, even if it takes me until October to finish it.

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At The Club

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On Sunday night, the club I used to frequent had its 20th anniversary party.

I missed going because my car decided to quit and I had to bring my mother’s car back with me, and Mama’s car doesn’t go to the club. 

But car issues can’t stop my nostalgia. 

Margat and I used to be regulars at the Lizard Lounge’s goth night.  It’s called The Church.  When we first started going, I experienced Good Baptist Girl Guilt from attending a place that clearly was subverting the term “church” in less-than-holy ways. But that didn’t stop me.  

Also, I got over that guilt pretty quickly because:

  1. Um…they kind of have a point. And I appreciate that they’re upfront about it.
  2. Good bartenders.  Goooood bartenders.  
  3. The Church creates an atmosphere that recognizes and respects beauty.

I feel beautiful there.

I wear the lipstick that I like, which is darker than beauty professionals have decreed that I *should* wear. I wear black eyeliner, even though I have been told that I really *should* wear brown. I wear dresses that are more sheer than they *should* be, as well as skirts and corsets that are more revealing than they *should* be. I often wear things that don’t compliment (read: cover up…because as it turns out, they compliment it just fine) my body type. Sometimes I wear bright colors; most of the time I go in all black, even though I’ve been told my skin is too pale to wear all black. When I go to the club, I actually dress the way I feel most beautiful, not the way I’ve been informed that beauty is supposed to look. And unlike every other place in my life, The Church recognizes it and celebrates it as beauty, too.

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At The Church, I dance.  I love to dance. I love the way my body moves. And it doesn’t really matter how you dance there.  You can dance gothic. You can swing dance to Concrete Blonde with your roommate. You can tango. You can simply bounce in time to the music (or not…whatever). All (well, most…see below) expression is welcome.

My club experience outside The Church has not been a positive one. I can’t think of a single such outing that did not involve someone coming up to me on the dance floor and grinding on me without my permission, or groping me while we’re waiting at the bar (also without my permission), or if he did bother to ask my permission, yelling at me or belittling me when I had the audacity to say no. As if a total stranger has any business being up in my business. As if I owed them something just by daring to exist within their field of vision.

The unspoken rule at most clubs is that you have to make a choice – be seen or be safe.

That doesn’t fly at The Church. 

The sign by the front door says, “Enter without prejudice,” and they mean it. I’ve seen bouncers escort people out because they were being disrespectful of someone’s apparel or lifestyle. I’ve had a bouncer hover near me when a guy wasn’t hearing the no as quickly as he could have, just in case I needed him to intervene.  That same bouncer asked me after the guy finally did go away if everything was okay, making sure I still felt safe being there. As a result, there is an atmosphere of acceptance and comfort there that I just don’t get other places. When respect is the expectation of an establishment, it is often the outcome.

And it’s beautiful.

I’m woefully behind on writing about personal beauty for 31 Days.

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