Archive for June, 2008

Fitness (but not weight loss) Together

This morning I had a fitness evaluation as part of my training at Fitness Together. I’ve been going twice a week, and more recently, three times a week, for strength training and cardio work with a personal trainer. Since you all helped me make this decision, I thought I owed you an update.

This morning’s assessment brought good news and bad. First, the bad–I haven’t lost much weight, at least not as much as I thought I would in three months. I’m down 20 pounds from my pre-pregnancy weight, but I am now struggling to get much lower. I gained 20 the year I nursed Ava, so I guess I should count my blessings that hasn’t happened this time, too. Still, the computer generated report at FT sets my target weight at 114, a number that at this rate, I should see sometime around my 97th birthday.

On the bright side, though, my body-fat percentage has dropped 3.2 percentage points, and I’ve lost a couple of inches from my waist, hips and thighs. My arms, on the other hand, are up a full half inch. Considering my arms were the area I wanted to see results in the most, I’m slightly irritated. I understand that the increase is due to muscle, but I DO NOT CARE. I want SMALLER arms, not larger arms. My trainer assures me this will happen, and it will probably only take another $400,000 in sessions.

Back to the good, though. At my baseline assessment in March, I completed 16 push-ups. This morning, I managed 35, putting me into the “well above average” category. My sub-max bench press test shows that my maximum bench press would be about 100 pounds, up from 60 a few months ago. This puts me in the “well below average” category, despite the progress. I can’t understand why one is so much easier than the other.

Remember the “V-Sit and Reach” test from the Presidential Fitness Assessment? We do that here, too. I started by reaching 12.5 inches past my feet; now I can reach 16 inches, which I guess is freakishly good, or more techically, “well above average.” Pregnancy causes your ligaments to become more pliable, maybe I have that to thank.

I’m so focused on the appearance or strength indicators of this whole effort that I rarely think about how this is helping my overall heath. But, a three-minute step test shows that my heart is working a lot less harder under aerobic conditions. This means, I suppose, that cardio should be easier (and more beneficial) for me. I’m thrilled to note that I can run a mile without stopping, and while that won’t impress those of you that call a one-mile jog a warm-up, it’s meaningful to me.

Also, I no longer dread waking up at 4:45 three mornings a week, and I don’t fall back into bed once I get home anymore, either. I find my energy level has dramatically increased. So, while I often find myself thinking, “I can’t believe I am actually paying for this” during those workouts, overall I couldn’t be happier about the whole situation.

In fact, I’d love to go five days a week. We’d have to sell the house and live out of the Accord, but for smaller arms, it might be worth it.

I know a lot of you are working on your own and with trainers, too. How do you measure success? What keeps you going?

Overheard

Olivia: “Mama, mama, mama.”

Olivia fix

Every once in a while, I’ll decide that I’m going to rock Olivia asleep, like I did Ava for the first year (okay, the first two years) of her life.

Olivia will have none of it. She wants to be put down awake, with only her pacifier and tiny blanket. She rolls over, snuggles up and goes to sleep almost immediately.

Gramma, though, has the touch.

A new place to play

Doug and Karyl recently had a “little” playhouse built for their grandkids. It’s roughly the size of our first home, but with nicer furniture.

Here’s an early photo, taken while it was still under construction:

Last weekend, it was complete and set up beautifully.

We didn’t see the children for the rest of the weekend.

First bites

Olivia tried Grampa Great’s rotisserie chicken this weekend. This will be a poultry highlight for her, as all future bird will pale in comparison.



Father’s Day

Happy Father’s Day to the wonderful dads in our lives. We love you!


Shared parenting

There’s an interesting article in the New York Times about shared, or equal, parenting. It opens by detailing the pact that one couple made before they had children:

…They would create their own model, one in which they were parenting partners. Equals and peers. They would work equal hours, spend equal time with their children, take equal responsibility for their home. Neither would be the keeper of the mental to-do lists; neither of their careers would take precedence. Both would be equally likely to plan a birthday party or know that the car needs oil or miss work for a sick child or remember (without prompting) to stop at the store for diapers and milk. They understood that this would mean recalibrating their career ambitions, and probably their income, but what they gained, they believed, would be more valuable than what they lost.

I read this aloud to Bryan, who responded, “That’s what we do!”

Um, okay…

When I read it outloud, I thought, “Wow, what would life be like if we were both on the same page all the time and Bryan knew where the grocery store was?” As I continued to read, though, I was reminded that I have a far different situation that the article illustrates as commonplace:

Social scientists know in remarkable detail what goes on in the average American home. And they have calculated with great precision how little has changed in the roles of men and women. Any way you measure it, they say, women do about twice as much around the house as men.

The most recent figures from the University of Wisconsin’s National Survey of Families and Households show that the average wife does 31 hours of housework a week while the average husband does 14 — a ratio of slightly more than two to one…Break out the couples in which both husband and wife have full-time paying jobs. There, the wife does 28 hours of housework and the husband, 16. Just shy of two to one, which makes no sense at all.

Ask Bryan, and he will tell you he does at least–if not more than–50 percent of the household chores and childrearing. For the most part, I wouldn’t argue. But, there’s a clear division of labor, unlike the couple at the beginning of the story. I handle the mental to-do lists, the errands, the cooking, and theoretically, general household and family organization. (The three-year-old at our house, with whom I forgot to send a show-and-tell item to preschool on Friday, would probably prefer I did a better job there.)

Bryan handles traditionally “male” chores like yard work and garbage, but he also does the dishes and is the preferred parent come bath time. And, after trading off bills and finances for the last nine years, those responsibilities have thankfully landed with him permanently.

We have specific duties based on our areas of interest and expertise. This means that when I travel for work, I prepare food, make packing lists for daycare and preschool and record Olivia’s schedule. When Bryan travels, he takes out the trash, reminds me where the cat litter is and asks me to check the locks.

The division of labor isn’t always fair. On any given day, one of us may do far more than the other. And, as the NYT article asserts, we certainly find this to the case:

When couples argue, it is most likely to be about children, money or the division of labor. “Those are always the Top 3,” Blair says. “The order changes around, but the topics don’t.”

Still, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I want to plan the parties. I want to make the baby food. I do not want to know how to change the oil in the mower, and I have absolutely no working knowlege of our sump pumps. While job sharing might be a logical approach for some parents, we’ve found it much more efficient to approach our home like a business. Each “employee” has their own area of responsibility. For us, it’s efficient and effective.

And while Bryan may not come anywhere close to touching the hours I spend on worrying–which falls squarely into my realm of responsibility–I could not ask for a more engaged father for my children. I know very few men who take such an active role with energy and enthusiasm.

That’s what works for us.

What works for you?

A new trick

I’m not ready for this.

Another night…

Another storm.

A wall cloud was spotted west of town at about 7 pm on Thursday; I snapped these photos around 9 pm.

Rhubarb crisp

I hesitate to fully endorse this recipe for strawberry rhubarb crisp with cardamom and nutmeg. While I thought it was fantastic, I brought home half of what I took to work, and Bryan passed it off as “too sour.”

Still, though, cardamom is such an interesting spice, and I really loved the tartness. If you make it, let me know what you think!