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Inaugural World Showcase Post-Race Taste

I don’t know about you, but after each of my RunDisney races, I like to treat myself to a stroll around Epcot, a pearl from Mitsukoshi, and multiple samples of fine food and drink from around the World Showcase. This year, we’re upping the ante.

Here's a look at the bling. I use the term "bling" veeeeery loosely.

Here’s a look at the bling. I use the term “bling” veeeeery loosely. (That plastic guy is the one you get. No, you cannot have my Enchanted 10K Medal.)

In response to a “medal” that I really didn’t care for, I created a “medal,” and a challenge, that I thoroughly enjoy.

So, here’s what’s going on:
We are drinking and/or eating around the world. (I mainly say that because Tom’s really not able to do the 11 drink challenge, but dude can still taste his way around the World Showcase.) You want to make this an adult beverage challenge? G’on wit’ yo’ bad self! But the beauty is that you don’t have to. You do, however, have to stop at every country and put something in your mouth. (THAT’S WHAT SHE SAID!) On the back of the medal, you’ll see each country represented. Get a native Cast Member’s initials on each country. Mark it with an X. Check it off. Do whatever you need to remind you after 11 drinks that you did in fact stop at Mexico at 11 am and get that margarita. It’s all honor-based, and you get your medal before you even begin. So, congrats! Get out there and enjoy yourself.

Back of "Medal"

Back of “Medal”

I’m not just giving away medals. This is real. This is legit. The challenge is $15.


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i uhn…

Bruce is saying so much. “I un caul” (I want call) is a popular one. Specifically, “I un caul Hay-lay.” I need to shoot more video of this guy. The other night, he was playing with an app on Tom’s phone and speaking Chinese. I kid you not.

Other things he says:

I uhn eat. : I want to eat.
I uhn ah. (Motioning to his mouth) : I want a vitamin.
I uhn eeeeee. (Moving his finger in front of his mouth like he’s brushing his teeth) : I want to brush my teeth.
I wuh see. : I want to see. (Usually wants to see what’s cooking on the stove.)
I uhn ig. : I want an egg.
Cook! : Cook!

He likes to illustrate the difference between hot and cold by having me lift him up to the stove where he pretends to touch a hot pot then jerks his hand back, “AHT!” And he’ll pretend to shiver while saying, “cole, cole!” He’s a boy who knows what he “uhns” and has no problem telling you. “I uhn up! I uhn dow! I uhn out! I uhn play! I uhn toyeee! (Toy Story, not actual toys.) I uhn can-y! I uhn bat! (Bath.) I uhn P’Paw! (Grandpa, my dad. I feel bad because I called my dad Pa-Pa in front of the Armstrong clan while we were picking apples. If I were within earshot on the receiving end, I’d have been mad. The sting of losing Paw Paw is still very fresh and raw. But for the record, we didn’t direct Bruce to call my Dad that, he just does.)”
I love him more and more every day. That’s a BFD for me. I stress, and struggle, and lose faith. It’s hard. I don’t know if i was built for motherhood. I worry about what I’m doing that will “inevitable screw him up,” as they say in “Now and Then.” So, yeah. Big deal. I’m thinking about keeping him.

I’m down to 212.8.  My lowest weight since college. Half a pound from now, I’ll be able to say I’ve lost 20 lbs in 3 months. Not bad. Not record-breaking or anything, but not bad. It’s not even the running, it’s just kind of amazing what happens when you decide animal products cause cancer and man-made products cause diabetes. I did cheat last night. I’ve had candy since Halloween and for dinner last night I had Wendy’s fries, a couple of nuggets and some soda. It was nothing to write home about. I mean, I didn’t even enjoy it that much. Interesting, because my diet used to be fast food twice a day. That shit’ll kill ya’.

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them’s fightin’ words

I’ve been doing a lot of work on myself, but I’m afraid that I’ll re-read this in 5 years and be like, “Who cares that you lost .8 lbs?! BRUUUUCE!” On that note, Bruce is growing in leaps and bounds and everything he does surprises me.

Today while I lazily played on my iphone, he was in his high chair eating an entire bowl of cereal, with milk, all by himself.  I’ve been giving him dry cereal, but today he coaxed me into pouring in milk (vanilla soy milk). The floor wasn’t pretty, but you’d be surprised how much made it into his mouth. I was surprised. I was impressed. I looked up from my phone when he said, “MORE?” His bowl was empty.

He’s saying all kinds of things these days. The most recent are, “juice,” and “cookie,” and “ice.” All food is “more.” (Except juice, cookies, and ice, of course. And pizza…) Pizza is “pee pee,” which I can already tell is going to create a super-awkward moment in my not-so-distant future.

I was looking at his feet today while he laid in my lap, which he NEVER does, eating “corn-corn” and watching “Robin Hood.” I just marveled at those little miracles. I hate feet. I do. They’re ugly and gross. But Bruce’s feet are so cute and sweet and perfect.

Bruce also says, “guh gur!” aka “good girl!” to Jasmine when she comes in from outside. He pats his thigh to get her to come to him.

There’s so much, and I feel like it’s all happening so fast! I hope I remember to take time out and just enjoy my nearly-2 year old!

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joan rivers


My run got rained out last night. It’s a shame too, because my mile time was outstanding, about 12:45. My one mile that I ran was a fast one. (Relatively speaking.) I’m wondering if it was because I was adequately hydrated. I drank so much water yesterday. I caught on to something, if I drink and drink and drink and drink it flushes my body of bad stuff (waste, but toxins, too, I think) a lot quicker and easier than me just trying to run it off.  I used to put off drinking water because I wanted to see how low I could get the scale to go before I ingested anything on any given day. Now, it seems, the more water I drink, the less I weigh the next morning. So, the lowest I was yesterday was 228.2, and I woke up this morning at 226.8.  I’m moderately excited, still anxious for 224.

Bruce doesn’t eat much and it makes me nervous. I know he’s capable of eating a lot because he has in the past, he just doesn’t. I can’t make him. Today for lunch he had half a banana, a handful of cashews, a few bites of my vegan lasagna, some popcorn and an oatmeal cookie. No dark leafy green veggies. I feel like a bad mom. I am, however, very proud of the popcorn. We made it using half a cup of popcorn kernels and 1 tsp of canola oil, most of which seems to be on the paper bag and plate in the microwave. When I divided the canola oil by the serving sizeI believe I consumed, it was a minimal amount of calories. I’m excited. Supposedly, you can air-pop in the microwave with 0 oil. I guess that’s on the horizon for us. 

Joan Rivers just passed away. That makes me sad. (It’s like the news had to do a special report to beat the news breaking on facebook.) I liked her. I enjoyed her on “The Apprentice,” and marveled at how sharp she was despite being 81 years old. I didn’t really take them seriously when they talked about her being in an induced coma after some difficulty during a procedure. I just figured that she was tough and would pull through. She didn’t. Life is fragile. You are precious. Take care of you. 


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happy birthday

I wish that I could remember what was going on during that last post.

So, I meant to write on my birthday, and I should have. My birthday was great. My weekend was alright. Actually, my weekend was good, but I made poor choices. Poor food choices.

Let’s see, my birthday: I ran 8 miles the night before my birthday so that I wouldn’t have to do it Friday while I was in Virginia. I lost a ton of weight, got down to 225 and was so thrilled. I lost like 7 lbs. in 10 days or so. I wish I could remember what all I was going to write about. It was all good things, and I think I could have benefitted from having it available to read today. I felt new. I felt refreshed. I dreamed that I could get down to 215 for Matt and Zhiwen’s wedding (9/13) and that I’d be close to 200 by the race (10/3). It all seemed very attainable and today it all seems so beyond my reach.

Charlottesville really is detrimental to my health. I didn’t track calories. I was severely dehydrated. I ate meat. The night we left, I ate pasta primavera which, in hindsight, was probably loaded with salt and who knows what else.

I came home from Charlottesville about 232.  10 days of work down the drain in 3 days. Sucks. It’s just that same ol’ bullshit again: shed considerably, get really excited, lose track, balloon back up like the win never happened. So, then what… was that just water weight? ::sigh:: So, here we go again.

I guess I need to focus on the good. I ran 8 miles. Me. I did. Crazy. I’m so close to the goal of 10 miles under 15 mins per mile. (Actually, I am a long way from 10 miles at 12 mins. per mile, which is why the new goal is 15.) If you had told me in February that I’d be running 10 miles in October, or 8 miles in August, I would never have believed you.

I think today I need to hydrate, hydrate, hydrate today and prepare for another long run tonight. I’m nervous because there was a really striking difference in my weight when I woke up the morning after my 8 mile run last week, and I can’t help but think I was doing something wrong to accomplish that. The instant gratification felt good, but I want to make sure I’m doing this the right way.


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today is not your day








sky full of lighters

I had this big huge epiphany last night.  I burst into the house after my walk all amped up.  So, let me see if I can put it in some format that you can read. 

I listen to a lot of music while I run jog walk wog, some secular, some worship.  

Last night, I was listening to “Made to Love,” by TobyMac.  

I’m running, and praising God for the strength to run and thanking him for helping Tom put the Ikea couch back together earlier in the afternoon, because that crap was cray… then another song comes on. 

It gets off to a slow start.  It’s not exactly worship music, not great for running, but I freakin’ LOVE it.  I love Eminem.  I love everything he does.  (Okay, that one album wasn’t fantastic.)  He’s so awesome.  Everything he does… oh my God… 

Then, it hit me like a freight train.  Seriously.  I felt it rush over my body furiously. 

God loves me like I love Eminem. 

I’m not famous.  I’m not cool.  I’m not influential.  I don’t do a whole heck of a lot.  But to God, I’m the shiz.  I’m one bad mofo.  I’m awesome!  Everything I do…  I’m his favorite.  (And so are you.)  

And then I felt a nice breeze, looked up, and saw the sky full of stars above me, my sky full of lighters. 


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you are what you eat

This is me and Tom today.

This is my new favorite thing:

We ordered take-out for an entire week.  “Take-out,” premade, heat n’ serve meals, that are vegan.  Vegan.  Yeah, I said it.  We cray.  We love to eat.  I love to eat out.  We don’t like doing dishes.  We don’t know how to make vegetarian stuff that’s not salad.  Tom only has a few precious hours to spend with me in the evening and we don’t want those to be spent in the kitchen, slaving over a hot stove.  (We’d rather be in the bedroom slaving over a hot… each other.)  Enter  On Monday, we got a delivery of almost enough dinners for the week.  Last night I had Mexi-Risotto.  Risotto is one of my favorite foods.  Anyway, I’ve been eating what I get from Nourish and trusting them, without really calculating ingredients or calories.  I feel obligated to eat it even though I may want McDonald’s because we paid a lot for it.  It’s good, which helps.  Tom and I both think it tastes really good.  And, I forget the specifics, but I think it’s 80%+ organic or something.

I don’t want to lean to far into the hippie stuff, but this Vegan lifestyle is workin’ for me.  I’ve lost like 3 or 4 lbs.  Down to 229.8 today.  Yesterday, I woke up at 231.6.  After dinner, a 4 mile walk and drinking water, so full belly right before bed, 230.6.  It meant so much to be 230.  I’ve been so close for so long, bouncing between 231 and 234 for weeks.  This morning I woke up at 229.8.  So, hit the 230 milestone AGAIN and hopefully for the final time.  I know 229.8 is basically 230, but that’s a very important .2 lbs, because it’s .2 under 230.  I didn’t really log my weight at the beginning of the week, because I just kind of don’t want to believe that I’m over 230.  The same thing happened when I was up around 260.  I have no concrete date for that weight, because I’d just see it on the scale and step off. Dejected.

Anyway, the weight loss for me, today, is a side effect.  I feel good!  Small changes are taking place around the house.  Laundry is getting done.  I vacuumed downstairs.  I even painstakingly removed grease that Tom tracked in from the garage about two weeks ago and told me not to worry about, because he’d take care of it.  I’m ready to work today.  Ready to paint.  Ready to draw.  Ready.  This, I guess, is what it feels like to put the right fuel in the tank.  I feel like I feel when I’m taking Niacin, except I’m not taking it.  So, oh my God, maybe I should take it… I would be like a freight train!

Just wanted to share where we are and what’s happening.  Mom is sick.  So sick.  She’s in the middle of her fight with breast cancer.  Her stomach is a disaster.  I worry for her, and I’m scared, and it makes me want to do some preventative maintenance.

I love what Charlotte Gerson says in this interview about prevention:

It’s so stupidly easy.  It’s like your grandma told you, you are what you eat.

It’s funny.  It started so simple.  “Let’s just cut down on soda while I train for this 10K at Disney World…”  Now, it’s morphed into trying to eat mostly vegan. Vegan!  WHO AM I?!

I should mention some stuff that Brucey is doing, too.  We are forever playing Marco Polo, but using each others’ names. “MA!”








He also says a lot of, “deet,” which roughly translated to “that,” or “this.”  He’ll point to something and shake his head, “no,” when we try to give him the wrong thing and finally nod, “yes,” when we give him whatever it is that he wants.  He loves any “ball,” and will identify it as such.  Yesterday, I kept trying to get him to say, “Mickey,” pointing to The Mouse on a pillow that we have in the family room.  He pointed to Minnie and called her by name instead!   We buy a lot of bananas; he eats about 3 bananas a day.  Dude loves cashews.  I worry that he’s not getting enough to eat, but I always sit there with him until he just won’t eat anymore.  I worry that I need to give him a more standard Western diet so that he fattens up a little bit, but saying that makes me feel crazy.

He’s got 2 big flat molars on the bottom, I haven’t caught a glimpse of what’s on top yet, but I’m excited because this means we can eat more of the green stuff that you chew in the back of your mouth!

Today, Bruce hid a ball under his shirt, showed me his empty palms and said, “where is?”

He points to his nose and says, “bow.” He might be confused because nose in Chinese sounds like “bay.” Today he was really close to pointing at my eyes and saying eye.

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just for you

Not a lot of folks read this, but since YOU do, here’s a sneak peak of Bruce’s portrait session tonight.  I know he’s probably THE most photographed baby on facebook and you’re sick of him, but every 6 months or so I like to see a professional.

Bruce Lee, 18 months

Bruce Lee, 18 months



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lots of quotation marks

Lindsay taught Bruce to say, “Mama” on our way to Charlottesville on 3/20. He said it before we even made it to I-485. It was awesome.

I just didn’t want to forget that.

Prior to that, he was saying, “wow,” and, when Tom walked into the room after work, “DAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” But not full-blown Da-Da yet. He also says some variation of “Yo-Ho-Ho!” from “Jake and the Neverland Pirates.” It comes out like “ohw-oh.”

Now we’re working on “jiāyóu” and “Nai Nai” which are “add gas” and “grandmother” (Tom’s mom, because in Chinese there are different words for your father’s mother and your mother’s mother) respectively in Chinese.

Bruce mimics almost everything that we do.

Tom made the mistake of playing with his swords and weapons in front of my precious baby. So now when we come home from grocery stopping, are unloading the car, and I’m all, “you’re a big boy now, you can walk into the house by yourself,” Bruce does not pass Go, does not collect $200, he just goes directly to SWORDS.

This past weekend I realized that he can take my phone, turn on music and start dancing before I know it’s not on me. He also likes to walk around the house and pretend he’s talking on it.

He still loves the Wake Up with Donald app. And when he’s getting cranky in the car, playing the 2012 “Les Miserables” soundtrack heals the world. It has for pretty much his entire life. Nowadays “Let It Go” is his jam (had nothing to do with that, I promise), and he loves a Little Caesar’s commercial with a bunch of Hispanic (?) guys singing, “Bite, bite. Sip, sip. That’s what makes a combo!” It came on the tv in a restaurant this afternoon with no sound and he was STILL dancing and giggling.

He roars like a monster, and gives kisses on demand with a “MUAH!”

The funniest new trick is, “Bruce, show me your mean face.”



This kid is outstanding.

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