The kids (Allison, Stu and Cari) arrived on Tuesday evening on time, well actually early, which is a very rare event. Steph and I had prepared (well Steph prepared, I cleaned) a smorgasbord of Chinese dishes for dinner, which were consumed immediately with great gusto. The family retired to the den, to sit, relax, and plan for Wednesday which was our Thanksgiving. Those decisions made, Allison invited (challenged) me to a game of Triple Yahtzee, a tradition of sorts when we celebrate any holiday. Being the wonder father I am I said sure (knowing full well I would kick her butt). As we sat down at the kitchen table, Cari my 8 year old daughter asked if she could play. Allison asked her if she knew how to play, and she replied, “yes, we play it in school.” That being said, we said sure, knowing that the game just got longer, and we would spend a considerable amount of time explaining to Cari what was going on, and how to keep score, and even strategy. Lord could I have been more mistaken. Clearly Cari had played, clearly she understood the game, and clearly she had some sense of strategy. I was so wonderfully amazed. Then DAMN IT!!! she kicked my butt. She had her own little rendition of the Happy Yahtzee Dance, and a little song to go with it. Not only did I hear the song once during the game, I got to hear it a second time. True to my thinking I did kick Allison’s butt, but Cari KICKED mine. It was wonderful. But it did get tiring, over the 2 and half days the kids spent with us, Cari beat me 6 out of 8 Go Fish Games, I had one win and 1 tie. She also spanked me at Sega Racing on my MY Xbox. Cari was so joyful, having the kids here for thanks giving was wonderful, and I hope that we continue to find a way to have Thanksgiving together as long as I am available. The meal did take over 5 hours to prepare, and also like predicted it took 30 minutes to consume. Dishes were complete washed and put away an hour later. It was a wonderful feast.
One of the many wonderful comments I got about the Feast came from a very dear and very special blogger Chatter Blog. If you want insightful, meaningful, fun, and honesty put together in a short wonderful message, please check her out. Anyway, Chatter asked (kinda demanded) that because I made her gain “13.2 pounds just reading this” that I had to create a workout to help her lose that which I freely gave her. So with that in mind, and out of total respect for Chatter, I have developed the following as a sure way to shed some of the weight I caused, but you have to help by not having 2nds and 3rds and the some extra like I did.
Folks this was my workout which I did 3 times a week while in Pulmonary Rehab.
treadmill – 40 minutes at 2 mph
Arm Crank – 30 pct resistance for 15 minutes
Airdna Bike – 300 rpm for 15 minutes
Recumbent Bike – set at level 3 for 15 minutes
Airdyne Arms – set at level 4 for 15 minutes
Stair Stepper – set at level 3 for 15 minutes
Weight training – 10 stations, 3 sets of 20 at each station, weights varied from 30 to 150 pounds. Leg work was done at 150 pounds. Arms and shoulders work anywhere from 30 to 50 lbs.
Sit ups – 3 sets of 20
I would be sweating like a pig at the end, but quite proud of myself. Being honest this was quite easy (not really) but because I had my IPod and was listening to my tunes all was right with the world and I could get thru it.
The very 1st time I when to pulmonary rehab, the lab had a source of music that was not tailored to my needs at all. I remember distinctly the tunes were from an era and grouping that left me wanting for something anything to help motivate me. Listening to the provided music was more difficult than the actual workout. From the 2nd workout on, I brought my IPod with my 1700 potential songs. Setting the IPod to random made for some unique song grouping, and as a result I created the playlist called “Walking Music.” I would dawn my headphones and work my way around the gym, the music made the workout a pleasure.
When I walk on the treadmill, I always hold the hand rails. But I close my eyes blanking out the world to me and my music. Folks I am here to tell you I can’t carry a note in a basket. Cats having their tails under rocking chairs sound much much better than I do singing. And here in lies the problem. With the headset on, and in my own little world I sometimes don’t lip sing, I actually sing, and sometimes quite loud I am told. Anyway, one morning while walking on the treadmill, I was gentle touched by one of the nurses. She said, something along the lines, of that while I liked how I sung, and while for laugh factor it was great to hear me sing, the other patrons were not as into my music as I was. I was asked to make a very real effort to not SING, especially the lyrics to some of the songs, on my playlist. That Playlist is below. My workout generally lasted 20 songs. Because I had it set up to be random I never knew which song was going to be next. But by looking at the list you can get a feel for the type music I enjoy.