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May 19, 2005

  • What: treadmill interval program 4
  • Speed: 3 mph average
  • Duration: 20 min
  • Distance: 1 mile

Got up early this morning, took my levoxyl, ate breakfast, banged out a quick walk, got Paul off to work, baby snores on.

There.

My day starting how I LIKE for it to start for once.

My arm is no longer red and puffed up like before. Just a mild bump around the shot site. It was freakydeaky there for a bit when it got swollen Tues. night, angy red, and went to the size of the palm of my hand. Very alarming -- never had that happen before. But all is well. Ear still a bit fuzzy sounding -- but hopepfully antibitoic will get that resolved so I can hear out of my ears properly. Very hard having conversations with people. I sound funny to myself too.

No chest congestion stuff and now that the feverish feeling has been explained and dealt with I felt it was time to get back to walking.

Kept it brief -- no point in getting ahead of myself when I'm coming of so many weeks ill. Pretty much just chucked in a movie and picked a 20 min. preprogrammed workoutoff my treadmill at random and then just zoned out for a while. Sucky part was discovering one of my fav Moving Comfort shorts has a rip in it and I don't think it is mendable. At least not at my experience level of sewing. I'll have to take it to my mom and see if she can do anything with it. Certainly can't wear it to the gym -- even mended I'd feel weird about that rip on my butt! But at least mend it for home workouts. Don't much care if Paul or Julia look at my butt in mended shorts then.

I went out to dinner with Holly this week and she hasn't seen me in months. Told me I look great -- always nice to hear. But I told her over dinner I'm REALLY feeling the pressure lately to hurry up and get fit. Julia's closing in on 16 mos of age.

Originally we talked about TTC at 18 mos and while we decided to go with 24 mos instead, her 18 mos. being right around the corner only serves as a reminder that time is tick tick ticking away.

I refuse to TTC until I'm at a fitter point because I'm NOT revisiting GD and I want a VBAC.

At the same time I don't want my children spaced too far apart and I have the PCOS infertility hurdles to take into account and allow time for.

So... pressure.