Tuesday, August 31, 2010

The Fridger Raider

I'm a SAHM for the moment. I worked at home for the last 7 years and was a SAHM before that, and will probably be a WAHM again soon. I love being home with my babies and being here when Runner Girl gets home from school. BUT there is one thing that makes this very B.A.D.

The Fridger Raider.

I AM The Fridger Raider.

I walk by the fridge every time I throw something in the trash. So I open it. Almost every time. I open it every time Little Mister wants a drink. I open it every time he wants a snack. I open it when preparing everyone's meals. And every time I open it, I look for something to eat or drink. And I eat it. Usually a lot of it. The Rock is the same way.

Okay. How to banish The Fridger Raider forever!!! or at least until I have to get someone's juice.

In our new apartment, the fridge is much smaller than the fridge we had in our condo. Which is great! That means there is less space for produce to get lost, and less room to store more food.

On the top shelf of our fridge, right in the front, I keep an open bag of baby carrots. On the bottom, I keep a closed bowl of grapes that have been plucked from the vine. And in the cheese drawer, I keep string cheese. If I find myself opening the fridge and rummaging for a "snack" I grab a couple carrots or a few grapes or a cheese stick. Since there is something on every shelf, I don't keep looking beyond the little things I've stashed there. And that's my whole snack! Usually it is enough to make me not eat anything else. Even if that something isn't bad for me, I don't need to eat 12 peanut butter sandwiches a day (not that I've done that or anything).

Seriously?? It took me this long to figure this out. There are reasons I've been so fat!

Maybe baby carrots aren't your thing, but you like cherry tomatoes or broccoli crowns or celery! with laughing cow light cheese! or hummus! if you find yourself becoming The Fridger Raider in the afternoon, instead of pulling out the makings for a grilled cheese sammy, grab a few veggies from the crisper and see if that sends The Fridger Raider away!

Sunday, August 29, 2010

The Weekend

Runner Girl went to DisGrace's after school on Friday. When I picked her up, DisGrace said that Runner Girl was supposed to run 3 miles over the weekend. Apparently it was in a note from the coach that Runner Girl still hasn't given to me, which was handed out on Wednesday. We hadn't purchased her new running shoes (which the coach told me on Thursday were a must) and I planned to do that on Saturday, so Friday was a wash for running.

Saturday afternoon, we found some running shoes at Famous, and I picked up some Sketchers Shape Ups. I don't run and my cross trainers give me shin splints when I walk on asphalt or pavement. So I asked the gals at Famous what would work for the elliptical and treadmill AND the street, and they showed me these. They were more money than I wanted to spend, but they were doing a BOGO half off sale, so I went with it.

Between Bitty and Little Mister vying for my attention, we didn't manage to get out after we got home Saturday, so Runner Girl had to do her weekend's 3 miles on Sunday. I took her out a few hours before church and we went about 1.5 miles. I was wearing Bitty in a wrap and Little Mister was in the stroller, so I was walking and Runner Girl was running and jogging. I had her turn back at the end of every block and run back to me, then turn around and keep going. After we finished, she stretched well and then we all got ready for church. Except The Rock. He was having a bit of a bipolar crash combined with a cold. Awesome.

After church, The Rock took Runner Girl back out and they finished her 3 miles.

The good news is she finished and said the new shoes helped a lot. So did the personal instruction from her coach about running on the balls of her feet. She wasn't in pain and she wasn't as tired. Bonus! And my butt and legs are feeling the Shape Ups a bit tonight!

Food-wise, we haven't been doing very well of late. But now when Runner Girl asks for something like soda or I think, "Man, I want ice cream," I have a reason to say no. Saying, "You're in training," usually stops the craving in its tracks. Weird how that works!