Lika’s Log

I’ve been wanting to go play tennis. Been thinking about it all month since I haven’t done it for a year. This morning I went out to da tennis court and played against the wall. I need the serious practice not that I knew what all I was doing in da first place.

I took a tennis class at NSU back in da day, the 80’s. I got an A, I passed. But I don’t remember anything other then I passed and my professor was a college tennis superstar or something or other. I need a lot of work, I need da Tennis 4Lolos book. If I read it then maybe I’ll figure out how kapakahi I am. *L*

So I go out to da tennis court and get the balls outta da can. I learned I can’t hold three balls in one hand. Who has tree(3) balls anyway? I have small hands. LOL That reminds me of an email joke “marry a women with small hands” um’ neva mind, I’m digressing…

Anyway I’m looking at the wall and I’ve never just played against the wall. There has always been a human around you know. So I’m standing there wondering where I should hit the ball from? From where ever I want to, its just me, duh? So I try all the different distances and find a distance I’m comfortable with.

I’m whipping da ball around or more like “ushing” afta all da balls flying here and there. It takes me a while to figure out its about physics and all that mathematical crap I ain’t good at, but basically the harder I hit the harder its going to fly back at me. But I start to get into my groove and I’m thinking I’m all that and every time I get to that point I screw up. It dawns on me that there is no target, I mean usually there’s another person on the other side of the court. Playing against the wall wasn’t as easy as I thought it was going to be. LOL

I was sweating something fierce. Did I tell you guys I’m in Phoenix, at #1’s place. Well I am and if you are ever in Phoenix in the summer; always carry water or you will die. Thats how I feel sometimes. And yes I did have my ice watah. Da bottle of water frozen in da freeza, da one dat COULD cause cancer. What if I all ready have it, do I get more? *L*

It took me a while to get into da swing of it. But I was all proud that I got up, got out and got my exercise. It energized me. It felt even better afta a hot hot shower.

I spent about an hour on the court. I got discouraged with myself cause I know what is right and what is wrong. Ball going ova da wall is way wrong. Being able to volley it moe den a dozen times is way right. Or something to that effect.

I spent time practicing my serve. I got it ova da net and inside da lines. Dats good right? Two outta three serves I was averaging. Two outta tree dat wen ova da net and stayed in da lines. It wasn’t 100 miles per hour but it was ova da net and in da lines, I’m not into speed, just trying to rememba how fo’play yeah.

The sun started to really bear down and that was like a sign to get outta da heat. Hopefully I’ll drag myself back on the court tomorrow morning too.

Then maybe I’ll be able to challenge Anna Kornakova or something. Yeah right. Well she might win on looks but my ass is cuter and moe experienced then hers. LOL

Now who do I sound like? LOL

On da treadmill dis morning I looked down at my “chest”. I no moe chi chi balls, ha’come? I look again, maybe might grow. *L* Duh, need stimulation, hello? Need da T-shirt from da freeza or or maybe one hot/warm hand. hehehe Ok I get it now. I’m sorry I’m a late bloomer.

I don’t use a bra in da gym. Too sweaty itchy az why. Ok I don’t wear a bra a lot of times. I think its a child of da 60’s thing. I don’t think I have huge boobs and I not exactly flat eda. I get just enough, like one mouth full. I’m fine wit my Godgiven mammary glands, they fed 2 outta 3 kids; ain’t dat what its for?

When I was nursing I was like 36C’s or Dolly Parton. Mama cow moe like. It was way out there, and you gotta wear a bra when you get big bossums or going hang out your blouse and sneak down your pants. Might get mistaken for one dingaling or two. NOT. I just being silly. *L* Big boobs are over rated, especially implanted ones. I guess guys don’t think so, but what do they know; they eyes moe big den dey stomachs. *L*

In da gym dis morning a lady was looking at my legs and asked me what kine lotion do I use? I told her I didn’t use lotion, I use oil. She was like ooooohhhhh. To me oil last longa den lotions and oil moisturizes.

I started using Avon’s Dry Mist Oil anden they changed their product or I didn’t know anybody selling Avon. So then I just put Neutrogena oil in a spray bottle. I like Neutrogen products. Da oil kinda pricey doe. Anden my niece sent me some oil her friend made; pikake and roses or something la dat. I also use J&J Baby Oil, thats da cheapest I tink and works just as well. Anyway I just trow woteva kine oil I get in one spray bottle and it works for me.

Its just a concocktion of oils in a bottle. Eh, dats not how to spell dat word, is it? *L*

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FYI: Us neva go Oklahoma. Had to cancel & reschedule for a later date cause something came up for Monday & Tuesday. No sense rush back so we just didn’t go. As ok, bumby.

In da gym, I was staring at somebody’s T-shirt. Da one dat says: HangLoose Hawaii & get da \\OOO// Shaka sign. Yeah, dat one……anyway I was tinking wen I trow da shaka sign, I not tinking “hangloose”. You know wot I saying………

To me Shaka is a sign of approval. hehehe Its means: cool, all righty then, yeah so wot?, k-den bumbye, lay-tahs, just kicking back, all right awreddy take da pic-cha my hand stay cramping, nah nah nah. But you know wot I mean.

Hang Loose? I wouldn’t tell people fo’hang loose. Hang tight maybe, I stay driving; fasten your seat belts, hala! LOL

Shaka to me is positve reinforcement. An affirmation if you will. An affirmation of “its cool dude!” How come dey neva make one T-shirt dat says “Positive Reinforcement - Hawaii - den put da shaka sign. Wot, da words too big hah? K-den wot about “Sign of Approval” with da shaka sign & Hawaii. Or maybe da Poi Pounda - OH brilliant brain storm, I gotta go tell Henry. LOL

So who da bugga wen translate “Shaka” into meaning hangloose? I’m thinking something got lost in da translation, yeah. Hanging loosely? How many of us do dat. I suppose it could be interpeted as “hanging around chillin”. So den dey shoulda put: Chillin’ Hawaii anden da Shaka sign. Dat I would agree with; like I had any say in it. hehehe Even “kicking back Hawaii” works for me. Den again “kicking back” some lolo like me going translate into “kicking butt” or okole or elimu. Neva mind, lets just trow out da kicking and get back to Chillin’.

The above thoughts was what was going thru my mind while working out on da Leg Press machine. Dang I need to focus on the muscles I’m working on and not somebody’s T-shirt. \\OOO//

*L* I said IT went down, not I went down. *L* I’m sorry I crack myself up somtimes. Wot wen down now? *L*

It, da scale went down. Two lbs. I’m so encouraged. Its prolly too early to celebrate because knowing me I’ll go to one buffet or bakery; but hey it actually moved. I did something right this week. Yeah, its called dragging my ass outta bed. LOL Now if only I can be consistant and disciplined.

Thats the trick huh, consistantcy. The disciplined is coming along. Its all about the quality of life, ain’t it? Its taken a while for the ‘you gotta exercise’ everyday mentality to sink in. I mean I was working out before I was sick too. Now I look at it in a different light. Yeah, like survival. *L*

I don’t wanna be skinny. When was the last time I was skinny, 4th grade? My family is not known for its skinny-ness. We come from strong “child bearing hips” stock. I’m really working towards a particualar size. I wanna be a certain size. I use to be that size in 1996 or so. I don’t care about da weight although its all relative. To be a certain size you gotta be down a certain weight.

Anyway I just got all excited over the scale going down. (I was gonna write anada ‘down’ joke here, but nuff awreddy LOL) Getting to excited ova 2 lbs is prolly premature. It could go up faster. Den wen dat happens I get all down on myself (shuddup!*L*)

Its kind of a manic depressive issue ain’t it.

I woke up in bitch mode. Don’t know why; hormonal surge perhaps. Actually I couldn’t get my rear in gear early enough so I was just pissed at myself, maybe. When I left to go to the gym it was daybreak. I felt late. I must be growing up, since when day break is late. Usually its dark when I leave. So I go do my workout. I’m sitting on the bench doing curls and whatever. I’m pissed I have to look at myself in the wall of mirrors. Obviously not a morning person this morning. I was taking my sweet time sitting there when I noticed my T-shirt. Bodybypoi. I was wearing a BodyByPoi tank top.

It made me smile. Yeah, I’m built like a poi pounder. It all about da okole, ain’t it! *L*

Try go look see: www.bodybypoi.com Tell Bruh Henry, Lika sent you. He going laugh I tink. Lika who, email jokes, Lika? LOL I’ve never met Henry in person. Where did I meet him? Oh yeah he went to where I hang out online, ohanalanai.com ~ I met him on dat message board. Anden we had some interesting emails about ‘pulling tubes out of our bodies’. Survivor talk. *L* I love da name Bodybypoi. Ask him his awesome story.

So I guess my hormones or mood swing, swung the other way. I’m in less of a bitchful mood now. Must be the workout. Or maybe the drugs. OMG did I take my medicine. I think so. Not suppose think so, ‘pose to know so; hello. For the rest of my life I have to take Synthroid. But do I remember….. most times. *L* I’m so bad like that.

I was thinking of how ones state of mind can so alter ones mood. Cause like I was mad at I don’t know wot, ok maybe I do but I ain’t saying cause if I start going off about it then I’m back to square 1 bitching mode, right. So like I was ugly but now I stay nice. LOL Someting la dat.

Its all about da perseption, yeah.

I couldn’t get to sleep. I lied there but my arm was throbbing. I kept debating if I should take a pill. I have prescribe drugs but nah thats not necessary. I toss and turn. I’m not getting any sleep or don’t think I am, my bodies dead when not tossing & turning and my mind focus on the pain. Pain reminds me I’m not dead, it also reminds me I did something wrong and if I know what that wrong thing is then I should avoid doing that so that I am not in pain.

Anyway I must have fell asleep only to wake up at 3am to have to go shishi. *L* So I’m thinking since I’m up I may as well take a pill. So I do and go back to bed. I was expecting instant gratification, no more pain and instant sleep. I lied there thinking ok where’s my sleep and why hasn’t the throbbing stopped. Sleep and less pain must have happened because I was way too comfortable when the alarm went off for I don’t know how long but the noise made my arm throb again. Fine, I need to drag myself to the gym anyway and work out the kinks.

Working out felt good. Use it or loose it. I may ache again tonight but its not like I didn’t try to do something about it. I’m good with it, I think. *L* Its just that the throbbing pain zaps my energy and I hate that feeling. Its the mucsle under the the shoulder blade. What is that. Trese Major or Latissimus Dorsi, not - its not my lats its higher. Having aches & pains keeps me in touch with my kineseology, like do I need to be. I think so. Doing tricep exercises really felt healing, it took away some of the stiffnes. So I had to look it up….

Coracobrachialis ~ yeah dat ~ it lies between the biceps and the triceps on the inner side of the upper arm. Yeah thats where all the throbbing is. Maybe.

Anyway its there somewhere and I’ll get over it. This too shall pass. But when you’re going thru it, it doesn’t happen quite soon enough.

I’m not a runner. I run because I have to, you know fight or flight. I run because somebody is chasing me. Chasing me with something icky like a frog, mice or a snake!. But in general I don’t run.

So I’m at the track doing my two mile walk and I have this urge to run. So I run. Not very far maybe a 100 yards or so. Then I walk, then I run. Wow. I ran?

I think my body went into semi-shock. ‘She’s running?’ It made me laugh. I was sucking air. *L* It was a good thing, something better then nothing.

I was thinking maybe running will drop off the fat. Yeah right. Don’t know what I was thinking. Just need to run for the hell of it. Reminded me if need be I could run.

Running reminded me of tennis. I haven’t played tennis is a long while. I should run more so that if and when I do play tennis I’ll be up for it. hmmmm and when would that be? There are no tennis courts around here, I think the closest one is 30 miles away. Considering I use to live right next to a tennis court, like 12 steps away. I counted. LOL

Hopefully I’ll run more. Couldn’t hurt.*L*

I went to the track this morning. Walked my two miles. Ran the bleachers a few times. Too few. I meant to go to the track at daybreak, like early early. That was my mind, my body didn’t get to the track till 7ish. Their were about a dozen people doing their morning routine.

Supposeably the first hour after sunrise is really good for your pineal gland (the endocrine gland in the center of your brain), it suppose to have positive affect on the thyroid as well as all other endocrine glands. You’re suppose to look toward the sun (never directly at it) for at least 10 minutes. The light has to directly enter you eyes, so it doesn’t work lookin through a window or through your glasses.

Don’t know if this works. I don’t think it hurts either. Anytime I can get up early and do some sort of exercise is a good thing. Being up the first hour of daylight and exercising helping out my endocrine glands is a win win situation.

It was nice to see families at the track. Dad, Mom and the three or four kiddies. Cool that the kids were doing a few laps and all. I think kids will naturally run, so may as well lettem’ loose on the track. Its better for them then watching TV or playing computer games.

I feel bad when I see overweight little kids. Especially since diabetes is so rampant. There are way too many overweight kids that end up with health issues that are preventable.

The gym I go to is the Community Wellness Center. It usually opens at 5am. Well Kathy the lady that works that shift is on vacation and also taking a class, so she’s off to Tennessee & Missouri for the next 3 weeks. The gym opens at 11:00 am until she gets back.

Eleven in the morning is a bit late for me. I’ve been trying real hard to keep my schedule and drag my behind up at 5am. But I’ve been dilly dallying. I do get up and I do work out but it ain’t at 5am. Oh well. I do work out so thats a good thing, right.

I’ve been doing the TaeBo thing. Me & BillyBlanks. Something is better then nothing. It does get my heart rate up. I keep myself motivated by thinking “who do I want to punch out.” *L* I do the advance TaeBo video and I figure that covers my 1 hour workout.

I don’t know if it helps physically. Ok - yes it helps because its a cardio thing. One hour of PT is better then no hour. I guess when I do these video workouts I’m thinking I’m suppose to look like the people in the videos. And I am no where close and know its not about me looking like somebody else. I’m me, not them.

I have this idea I need to be a certain size. I was that size in 96-97 so why not now. Now may take a while but I’ll eventually get there. Slowly but surely. In one sense I’m discouraged because I went to the gym 5-6 days a week for two years and did not loose weight. Who knew I had thyroid issues. I had sleepovers in the hospital at least three times in one year and never lost weight. I went on a 6 week low-iodine diet before radioactive treatment; two of those weeks I went cold turkey vegetarian. Which I might add I was very proud of myself, being a happy meal snacker and all. Thru all those trials and tribulations I’m still the same size, plus ten lbs I think. But thats what it is and how it is with what I have.

With me the scale will easily go up and struggle to go down. That’s the scary part. I can gain in minute. I need to stay away from those Chinese Buffets. LOL

I was late getting to da gym dis morning. I neva like wake up. I let da second alarm juss buzz until I wuz tinking one truck stay reversing into my bed. So I did drag my body outta bed and did get to da gym. My schedule was only off by 30 minutes. Lucky I no had to go work.

So I get to da gym somebody stay on MY treadmill. Am I territorial o’wot. Like no moe ada machines. Az wot I get for being late la dat. Anywayz I do wot I gotta do and pau. Done.

The hardest thing about going to da gym is going to da gym. *L* Once I get there its fine. I do wot I gotta do. I am still trying to learn discipline. I’m kinda halfass about it.

Now more den eva I am motivated because of “health issues”. In order for me to enjoy a quality of life, I gotta work out. I keep telling myself dat. Do or die. Not. Its more like do or suffa. LOL I like to think I’m getting it, you know. I have da motivation. I’m doing wot I gotta do and I understand the necessity of it. BUT there are times like dis morning where my lazy mind body and soul are like, “Do I have to?” Yes. I have to. I don’t even know why I ask.

I’m tinking maybe dis writing about it will keep me ‘on task’. Hopefully I will write about all da positive stuff. Like yes I have lost weight (but not yet). Knowing me doe, I’m good at ranting about da junk stuff. LOL Like somebody was on MY machine. nah nah nah Hellisdat about? *L*