Recommitment.

Had it out with my hubby this past Sunday.  We both vented and felt better (love him).  So I did my exercises yesterday.  And I did them today.  And I'm going to do them til it's done.  I've lost muscles in my arms (not surprising as they are always the weakest aspect), but my abs and legs are still doing well.  Took pics last night.  Going to go take a shower and enjoy my fruit.

Flailing.

I had it in my mind that it would be easier once Ian got home.  It is in a way.  I missed him SOOO much.  I love being able to talk to him face-to-face (hugs and smooches are pretty nice, too).  That has been fantastic.

Except I'm stalled in PCP.  I lack motivation in the exercises and am pretty much uninterested in eating at all.  Head cold isn't helping, but it's deeper than that.

I started this project to re-align my eating habits and get back into a regular exercise routine.  My goal was to lose 20 pounds.  I've done that.  And now I'm stalled.  It's so hard to rev myself up.  I'm working on it, but man, it's tough.

I'm not dead yet.

I'm here.  I'm alive.  I'm trying to thrive.  My oven broke (actually, brand new but didn't work).  The first handyman dispatched was in Chattanooga (we live in Nashville).  The second handyman found faulty wiring (my brother came up and fixed it).  My last set of contacts ripped (got an eye appt and some new glasses, too).  My headlight burned out (fixed it while I was at the eye appt).  My mom came up to help out.  She set off the burglar alarm by accident.

But the biggie is my nephew.  My nephew is sick.  He's only 18 months old.  He has hydrocephalus.  They referred him to a specialist here in Nashville.  None of the rest of it matters in comparison to that.

I miss my husband.  I miss "talking" to you guys.  I'm trying to keep it PCP around here, but it hasn't been easy.  My workouts have been suffering.  The diet was tough with the oven out, but I expect to be back on track now.  Breathe, breathe, breathe.

Commence with the stressing.

Ian left for Japan this morning.  I'm a single mom for somewhere between 2-3 weeks.  I did today's exercises, but I'm pooped.  Looking forward to an indulgence, but my tummy is already unsettled so I'm not sure if it's a good idea.  My blogging is likely to be short, but I'm here and hanging on as tight as I can.

Go Team Cookie Monster!

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...