The nicest thing.

As I was walking through the main OR corridor the other day, one of the anesthesiologists stopped me and said, "Are you a dancer, by any chance?"  I giggled (couldn't help it) and replied, "No, I'm one of the clumsiest people you will ever meet.  Why do you ask?"  She then told me I had excellent posture and tone.

Blush. ^o^

On the road again.

And this time we are prepared.  A cooler full of PCP goodness to tide us over and a trip to a grocer for fresh fruit.  Huzzah!  Much, much better.  A workout in cool weather under the stars = icing on the cake.

Wait.  There is no cake, much less icing.  But there was a honeycrisp apple and it was fan-freaking-tastic.

Blink and you might miss it.

I haven't had a whole lot of spare time.  Traveled over the weekend to see a friend who accepted a year-long construction contract in Afghanistan.  Needless to say we had to see him before he leaves.  Traveling and visiting is hard while on PCP.  We both tried, but next time we will be taking a cooler stocked with supplies to make it easier.  Aaah, my child is naked and running around with a flashlight.  Why?  WHY??  Must go...

Doctor, my eyes...

... Are just fine.  Hurrah!  Lots of drops later, the redness, itching, and swelling are all gone.  I love it.  Thanks for all the kind words here.  It was nice to have the support while I wasn't feeling so hot.

I don't have much to add except I kind of like the restrictions for dinner.  I don't have to come up with a dinner plan.  I don't really have to cook/prepare much beyond the egg and then the veggies for later.  Is nice.  Especially in comparison to the mountain of food my hubby has to munch through.  Poor guy.

How is everyone?

Pinkeye and a head cold.

Short and sweet for today.  My eyes are shot and my head is a mucus factory.  Bleh.  Couldn't work yesterday.  Can't work today.  Did my jumps yesterday.  Going to do my workout today.  Waiting for the antibiotic and steroid drops to help my peepers.  Going to take some cold medicine and knock myself out.  Hope everyone else is well.

Go Cookie Monsters!

(Will try to take pictures tonight, but don't get too close a peek at the mug, 'kay?)

Indulgence = happy!

Or at least a happy meal.  That's right.  My indulgence was McDonald's.  It was salty, crunchy, lusciousness.  French fries and a cheeseburger.  I did not have a soft drink, opting for water instead (completely broken of my soda addiction).  The best part?  The toy.  Strawberry Shortcake doll.  Score!

By the way, don't mind the squatting jumps.  Kind of nice, actually.  No balance problems at all.  The creeping?  Oh, not so much.  Keep falling over.  The result of them both?  Screaming thighs.  The first time I have been really and truly sore after working out.  I mean, I'm wasted by the time I'm done, but I woke up sore this morning.   ^-^

Well now, quite a mistake.

So I did the last day of the week's workout first.  Yup, 1300 jumps yesterday.  Came in sat on my couch, quite proud of myself.  My husband looks at me and says, "Why are you sitting down?".  I explained myself and he gives me a blank look.  "You got the wrong day, sweetheart."

So I did the 1300 and the rest of the right days workout.  Way to get back on track...

On the plus side, I was able to do one real pull up.  I have never done one in my life.  Yay for results!  Plus, I can take off my pants without unbuttoning them.  Do NOT ask how I found this out.

The last two days = complete drag.

Sunday and Monday kind of, sort of stunk.  Not on a grand scale, but I lacked any motivation and energy.  Now that I think about it, my energy levels have been swinging wildly.  Somedays I wake up full of vim and vigor, somedays I barely wake up.  What's up with that??

Part of it is problems sleeping (specifically staying asleep), but I can't trace any other sources for this problem.  And it is a problem.  So much so that I haven't been able to do my exercises for the last two days.  I got them in today because it was just jumps.  I feel terribly guilty about it, but it's been all I can do to get the energy to make it til my kid's bedtime.

I thought for a bit it might be related to the eating, but I've been keeping track of the caloric intake of things and I should have plenty on that end to tide me over, but not enough to bog me down either.  (whew, run-on sentence).  Any thoughts?  I'm taking a multi-vitamin daily to be on the safe side.

Drum roll please....

I passed.  I passed at 94% (highest in my group).  I passed and I did the Snoopy dance in the director's office and there may or may not have been an Arsenio Hall-esque "whoop, whoop".  I passed and I came home and took a nap.

And then I did my workout.  There was no "whoop, whoop".  But I feel pretty good.