Welcome to this week’s Flashback Friday. This week I’m trotting out one of my late-’90s favorites, “Your Woman” by White Town*. On first listen, I loved the quirkiness not only of the unique music (setting it apart from all the grunge that was prevalent then), but its gender-bending lyrics. Was he singing from the woman’s point of view? The man’s? Either way, it was incredibly catchy and fun to listen to. I think the video is perfect for the song — it’s an equally quirky, black and white mini-movie about a woman’s single-minded pursuit of the man she thinks is for her. Like the song, the video ends on just the right note.
Since buying Little Mo, I’ve been enjoying the free three-month Sirius XM subscription that came with it. What do I primarily listen to on my nice, fancy, commercial-free, cutting-edge satellite radio? Why, ’80s and ’90s music, of course. Oh, and some BPM. What I’m enjoying most listening to the ’80s and ’90s stations is hearing songs I haven’t heard in years. Sometimes it’s even been songs I forgot existed. (I’m looking at you, “A Nightmare on My Street” by DJ Jazzy Jeff & the Fresh Prince.) Which is why I’m starting Flashback Friday, where I’ll feature some long-forgotten — or just not heard often enough — song. At least songs that are long-forgotten — or not heard often enough — for me. First up, Luscious Jackson‘s “Naked Eye.” I still remember the first time I saw the video. All I could think was “Brodie!” Now, watching it again, I can’t help but think of all those ABC Pan Am promos. I have no plans to watch Pan Am. And I think Luscious Jackson’s trip through the airport is much cooler.
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Oh, oh, evacuate the dancefloor / Oh, oh, I’m infected by the sound / Oh, oh, stop, this beat is killing me / Hey Mr. DJ let the music take me underground
Rich and I have fallen off the fitness wagon. Hard. Why? The holidays plus laziness are a heady, hard-to-resist cocktail. Add in having a baby with whom we’d rather spend time than not, and there you have it. So now we’re both acting as our mutual support systems and working to get back into exercising regularly and starting to slowly eat better again. (This is where not eating deep-fried food during Lent is helping me. Although it really sucks.)
Honestly, it all really boils down to laziness and a lack of motivation. Why is that? Because we have a home gym. As in right inside our very own house. As in right downstairs from the living room and kitchen. Complete with a treadmill perfectly situated with a view of our big TV. We can’t use bad weather or the late hour as an excuse to not drive to the gym since it’s IN OUR HOUSE. See? Lazzzzzzzzzzzy. We’re now trying to make it somewhat of a family affair: Coraline has her own Exersaucer down there in which she can jump around while Mommy and Poppa exercise. And laugh at our efforts.
It’s essentially a full gym, complete with a Sole treadmill and Powertec tower, a rack full of dumbbells, and a variety of weight plates for the barbells (and a half-deflated balance ball). Every item in our home gym is courtesy of Rich’s research and, more often than not, his personal funds.
Where the magic happens
My beloved five-pound dumbbells are AWOL. I blame the move from the A-frame.
Our free weights
I’m not a fan of the barbell weightlifting, but I will start doing that again soon with Rich’s supervision. So far I’ve started doing cardio, crunches (my abs are pissed at me), leg lifts, arm curls, tricep overhead extensions, calf raises, lateral pulldowns, leg curls, and leg extensions. Surprisingly, I’m not as sore as I expected. My abs are the worst, which is sad since I used to be able to do crunches without batting an eye. Gotta work back up to that again. My arms aren’t sweating the weights since I’ve been lugging around my almost-17-pound daughter on a regular basis. I’ve got the Mommy biceps going on.
Our barbell weights
Another motivator for me to work out? New music. Or at least new to me. I finally got around to buying “Stronger” by Kanye West since I think that’ll be a great addition to my new workout playlist.
And after a wee bit of detective work, I found out who sings that song I love so much in the XBox Kinect commercial: Cascada. The song’s called “Evacuate the Dancefloor,” and I’ve already bought it in iTunes. It’s a lot of fun to listen to and I know it’ll be great — and a lot of fun — for when I’m booking it on the treadmill.
Anyone have any other recommendations for my new workout playlist? You can check out some of the songs on my old playlist to get an idea of what I like. Basically fun and fast. You know, good ol’ workout music.
