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I never want to have cancer.

REALLY Kerry?

I know, no one does, but I had a

chance to really think about it on Monday.

I went with my mother to her chemo treatment.

*for those of you who may not know, she

has a malignant brain tumor.

This is a second tumor.

The first was removed 2 years ago.

This one is inoperable*

There were 6 cancer patients sitting in a room,

all hooked up to ivs,

all in various stages of hair loss.

It was very sad, depressing.

However....

What I did notice was the amazing sense of

COMMUNITY

these wonderful people had.

They are all on the same schedule so they

see each other every other week.

They were talking about their

Thanksgivings

grandchildren

hobbies

There was a true sense of

caring

understanding

community

I still don't ever want cancer.

I don't want anyone to ever have cancer.

I want those six people-

The six people I spent 2 hours with

to get better

and to spend time with their grandchildren

to knit closets full of sweaters

to have many more Thanksgivings.

Cancer sucks.

I. Am Awesome.

Yeah, so remember when I

CRIED

AT

THE

GYM

last week because I couldn't do

that crazy sit up throw the ball thing?

Well.......

I went back today.

I tried it again.

AND

I

DID

I.

Am.

Awesome.

Goal for Christmas

....to be down 30.

5 to go.

Target Turkey

I bought my Thanksgiving Turkey at Target.

Now how many of you can say THAT??!!!!

Thanksgiving used to be MY HOLIDAY.

It has moved around a bit in the last

couple of years.

Anyway...

I have never purchased a turkey.

My mother always ordered a fresh turkey for us.

My father would pick it up and bring it to my house.

My father was the turkey fairy.

"Kerry, where do turkeys come from?"

"Daddy."

Last Saturday, I was at Target when my

cell phone rang.

"We're all coming to you for Thanksgiving."

Okaaaay.

I hung up the phone, turned to my right

and there was a freezer full of Butterballs.

Oh look, Target sells turkey.

I'd better buy this big ball of poultry ice because

there probably aren't any left at the grocery store.

Dummy.

So, if I don't make any more entries

on this blog, it's because I let the frozen

turkey sit on my deck for a day to defrost

and I then ate it and died from salmonella.

(I'll be back, it was still frozen after a day

so I stuck it in the fridge)

There's No Crying at the Gym!

So, started out GREAT at the gym today.

Lots of weights.

Did 4 sets of these:

And seeing as my ab workouts are my

LEAST FAVORITE

and need the most work, I really

tried to kick butt, and succeeded!

I was having a great time, working really hard.

And then we walked over to the decline bench.

Ok. I can do this.

A few sit ups.

Paul, my trainer, not my husband says

we're (love that) going to do 10 sets of 10.

Now, I'm no math wiz but I quickly come up with

100 sit ups.

WTF?

Then he says

"When you come up, I'll throw the weighted

ball to you, you go down, come back up and

throw it to me."

Um.

Ok.

What?

Do you want me to spin around and whistle Dixie too?

But, hey, I'm game.

This is what it was like, but instead of the

wall, I'm throwing the ball to Paul, my trainer,

not my husband:

So, I do 10.

After 10 we rest.

The we go again.

I did two more and

I

STARTED

CRYING.

It was so hard and I was having

so much trouble doing it and

I STARTED CRYING.

I think I scared the shit out of

Paul, my trainer, not my husband.

He said, "Ok, ok, let's stop."

We walked away from the

terrible, horrible, no good, very bad decline bench.

Then he told me over and over again

that he was proud of me for always

trying new things.

I was so spent and frustrated and

I WAS CRYING AT THE GYM!

He asked me if I wanted take a walk

outside but I said no, let's keep going.

I stopped crying and we finished

up with some arms.

When I got home I told

Paul, my husband, not my trainer that

I

Cried

at

the

gym.

He LAUGHED AT ME.

I'm like,

Look dude. I am strong now.

I can kick the shit out of you!

He said he was laughing because he can't

believe that I am so into this fitness thing

that it could make me

CRY AT THE GYM.

Oh, ok.

So, I will go back to that exercise that made me

CRY AT THE GYM.

I will get better at it.

Maybe not this week, but I will try again.

Whiner

So, I'm at the gym on Tuesday,

1 hr session with Paul, my trainer not my husband

and all of a sudden he says,

"You know what, maybe we should just call it a day. I don't

think you have it in you."

*sound effects* car skidding to a halt.

WHAT?!!!

Ok, let me back up and set the scene.

We were working on

ABS.

First on the mat doing double crunches.

Truly the worst thing I have

EVER DONE at the gym.

EVER.

4 sets of 20.

I was stopping after 10.

Sometimes doing one then resting.

Oh and I may have been complaining a little.

Paul, my trainer not my husband actually

SAT DOWN while I was trying to finish.

THEN

we went right over to the torture chair

Also known as the abdominal crunch machine.

I was like

"ARE YOU EFFING KIDDING ME??"

Please note that I did not say that

but I'm pretty sure my thoughts were

singing out loud and clear.

THAT

was when he said, "Maybe we're done."

I said, "No, I just can't do this anymore. How

about arms?

PLEASE LET'S TORTURE MY ARMS FOR AWHILE!!!"

I sounded like a crack head.

So we finished up with arms but the whole time

Paul, my trainer not my husband was very quiet.

So, yesterday I had another training session.

I said...

"About yesterday.....I did some thinking and maaaaybe

I complained a little, I'm sorry."

He said, everyone whines now and then.

OMG

I was whining at the gym???!!!!

I AM PAYING THIS GUY TO LISTEN TO ME WHINE??

Then he said, no, you weren't whining, maybe complaining

a little.

Ok.

So I said, the next time I complain just tell me to

SHUT IT.

He agreed.

For the rest of my session I was all smiles.

Everything was 'AWESOME!'

NO COMPLAINING AT ALL.

This is not going to last.

My Guys

Had a bit of "a day" yesterday.

Made a few stupid mistakes.

Stayed at work to finish a project.

Headache.

Left work 2 hours later than I usually do.

Got home.

THESE GUYS

had the table set and dinner waiting.

I'm a lucky girl.

Latest Favorite Thing.

Christmas Shopping

Started my Christmas shopping.

I am determined to be finished

by December 1st so I can enjoy

the holiday season!

Crossfit

Here is today's Crossfit workout:

For time:
1 mile Run
100 Pull-ups
200 Push-ups
300 Squats
1 mile Run

Partition the pull-ups, push-ups, and squats as needed. Start and finish with a mile run. If you've got a twenty pound vest or body armor, wear it.

Lol.

(no, I don't do Crossfit, but I am a little obsessed with it. I watch the Crossfit games over and over. It's amazing what the human body can do....not mine, but some human bodies.)

The Bionic Woman

So, about a month ago I was doing

squats with a medicine ball

And the next day I had very bad knee pain.

It goes back to the arthroscopic surgery I had in college

because I fell while doing this

-another story for another time......

Well, my knee has bothered me every day for a month.

I finally went to a doctor and he told me I have

"A LOAD OF ARTHRITIS IN MY KNEE."

-a load.

I guess that's a technical term.

So he gave me a choice:

a) anti-inflamatory pills

b) cortisone shot

I chose

I got the shot on Friday, took it easy at the gym.

Saturday, I gave my new bionic knee a try.

YEAH BABY!!!

I felt like a new woman!

I ran, and ran and ran.

Well, no, actually I walked, ran, walked some more,

ran, walked, ran...you get the idea.

(I walk till I'm bored, then run till I can't)

NO PAIN!!!!!!!

Yeah, yeah, I know steroids are not the best,

but I'm hoping that as I get in better shape

my knee won't bother me as much.

Damn surfing accident.

New Favorite Thing

Allow me to introduce you to my new favorite toy;

My Polar FT7 Heart Rate Monitor!

Paul, my trainer, not my husband, suggested I invest in

one of these and since I do everything he tells me,

I picked one up.

It comes with a chest strap which holds the transmitter;

and since this woman has NO boobs(seriously, is she a boy??!)

and I have LOTS of boobs, I was

concerned it would be very uncomfortable.

WRONG.It sits right under my SPORTS BRA

and I forget I have it on.

Never even think about it.

You set you height, age and weight, push START

and it records your heart rate and calories burned during your workout.

It even transmits my heart rate to the cardio machine I'm working on.

BUT THE BEST PART - the BEST PART

is that it tracks my heart rate and

CALORIES BURNED during my personal training sessions.

No more guessing.

The first time I wore it I was sure I burned 5000 calories.

Imagine my surprise when my heart rate monitor read 258.

WHAT??!! Ok. I just have to work harder next time.

And I did.

451 next session.

Excellent.

451 more calories to play with.

Love, love LOVE my heart rate monitor.