Within the first five minutes of being awake, I got clocked in the back of the head with a sippy cup, and smacked in the nose by a board book. I don’t think it’s a stretch to realize I have a pretty bad headache now.
Yesterday brought some good news — our closing has finally been scheduled! We’ll be officially homeowners again next Wednesday. Yay! And only two weeks later than originally planned. Now, planning for what work we want to get done before we move in, and all the actual packing. The good news about that is that we don’t have a ton of stuff here that needs to be packed in boxes.
Yesterday also brought rain. Lots and lots and lots of rain. We definitely needed the rain, it had been very hot and dry for about a week straight. But I ended up out in two different downpours, and that wasn’t much fun. Frank and I were supposed to have golf lessons yesterday but they were canceled. The kids were already at my in-laws’, so I decided to go run at the gym instead. Bailey is generally a pretty level-headed dog, but thunderstorms just make her a little nervous and she acts a bit odd. Well, as I was trying to leave the house, Bailey decides she NEEDS to go with me and she sneaks out the door and darts down to the driveway. In a complete downpour. I’m sure we were a funny sight, out in the drenching rain, while I was trying to get her leash on her to drag her back into the house. Even though I was soaked, I decided I wasn’t going to use it as an excuse to get out of exercising so I still went and did some time on the treadmill.
My second downpour foray was later, when Frank came home with the kids from his parents. They left his parents when no rain was falling, and three minutes later when they got home it was raining buckets. I went out with an umbrella to help get everyone in the house relatively dry. Mission mostly successful, except I got pretty wet from the knees down.
So, today finds me pretty stiff from running and getting cold and wet, and now a headache to top it off. But thinking about actually moving into our house almost makes up for it all.
My in-laws got a coupon thing to give to other people to join their gym – $20 sign-up and $10 a month. Sort of one of those deals that simply are too good to pass up, so they watched the kids for me today (and are, in fact, still watching the kids) and I went and signed up me and Frank, and then I ran a couple errands kid-free (ahhh) and then went back and did 45 minutes on the treadmill.
Now it’s not like I’ve gotten no exercise the last few weeks. I’ve jogged the neighborhood a couple times. We did a lot of walking in Aruba. I did the March of Dimes walk last weekend (in a very very hilly neighborhood — whoever planned that route needs to be beaten with a stick). And I have my uber-awesome (I’m only being slightly sarcastic there) Kathy Smith kickboxing video that I do once or twice a week.
So, getting on the treadmill wasn’t painful today, thank goodness. I planned to do half-lap intervals, where I’d jog a half-lap then walk a half-lap. Repeat, etc. I did work up a good sweat… but no big surprise there, I come from a long line of people who sweat profusely (Hi Carolyn!). But when I was done, I didn’t feel like crying or curling up in the fetal position so I’ll take it as a good sign that I’m not in awful shape, cardiovascularly-speaking.
I’m not quite sure where I am in my quest to drop 37 pounds. Last I’d checked, I was down about 5. I haven’t weighed myself in awhile, much to the chagrin of the Weight Watchers online site. Well, they probably don’t care, I pay them whether I log in or not. I need to start tracking my eating again. I was on a roll, then I got lazy about it.
OK, I need to go pick up the kids, the in-laws have a dinner party they need to get ready for. Ciao!
That’s the number of pounds I want to lose by, well, whenever.
37 pounds will put me back at my fighting weight in college, a weight at which I dared to wear a bikini that was not a tankini in public. I didn’t look like a swimsuit model, but I didn’t look like a stuck pig either.
Granted, having two babies has made my midsection such that I’m not sure I’ll ever wear a bikini-that-is-not-a-tankini in public again. But whatever.
37 pounds will also put me five pounds below the weight my gestational diabetes nutritionist said I should be at to help avoid ending up with Type II Diabetes later in life. Really, this is much more my motivation. My great uncle just had a few toes amputated because of his Type II, I really don’t need to follow in those toe-deficient footsteps. And don’t let the great-uncle thing fool you, this guy’s not old. He’s 55. He was my mom’s uncle, but was two years younger than my mom. I know, my family’s weird. I’m over it.
So, 37 pounds. I’m taking a two-fold approach at this. First I joined Weight Watchers Online today. I had some success with the online program before I had Lane, and I lost like 20 pounds. Thus I know I can work within the program and do well enough without going to the meetings. The other part of it is that I’m trying to get more active. I bought myself a good pedometer, and figured out how much I moved on a normal day where I don’t do anything extra, and now I’m trying to add 2,000 steps to that. Once it’s a bit warmer out, that will mean starting to run again. Well, “run”, a.k.a. jogging/walking, at least at first.
Anyway… here goes.