Sick and Fundraiser

Still throwing up. Ear stopped up. Hope that clears up because last time I wound up with ear infections! Julia also sick, but cheerful.

Bright side? Paul helped me tally up and there's $20,000 worth of goods and services up for grabs at our fundraising auction.

I didn't do it alone, of course,

But I kick ass. Weee!

Ugh

Sick. Threw up. Cough. Snot. Watery eyes. Doc tomorrow morning. Ugh.

Sore Throat

• Planned: 4 miles
• Actual: (not yet)

Woke up with a bad sore throat and a cough. At least it seems to be developing fast -- maybe by late next week this cold will be over?

Four miles on the calendar just has me all ugh. I'm going to shoot for two walks around baby care and see how that goes. 2 + 2. Even just doing one walk for 2 miles would be good.

Julia's bright-eyed and bushytailed. She's already fallen once, ripped up one book, eaten some beans, and tried the plunger the toilet. She's only been up for 40 minutes!

11:15 PM

• Planned: 30 min XT
• Actual: 20 min easy intervals (program 4, 1 mile)

Here I am again. Back at 11 PM again. Tired again.

Sick too.

Today I stayed late at preschool and Paul came in after work. We both hung late to help move all the furniture out of the rooms because this weekend there's a person coming to put in new tile floor. Also working on buying new furniture so it is going to be an exciting year in those classrooms.

The trouble was all the dust and dirt we stirred up. My allergies went nuts and I have a scritchy throat now.

Julai was a bit of a grump too because she missed her afternoon nap. Got very fussy and irritable.

Didn't feel like doing 30 min of cross-training. So fell back on my standby -- program 4, easy intervals, turned on TV and zoned out til it was done.

That's all I can say about it -- it got done. Some days that's all there is.

Tired

11:11 PM! Exhausted. No time to fiddle around with Blogger problems so I've switched the whole "Road to Orlando" thing to blogspot and I'll deal with why it suddenly hates to FTP to sirgalahad.org later on.

I still have to do something about dinner for tomorrow because if I don't cook it ahead NOW I'm going to be eating crap in sheer desparation when I get home from work. And MAYBE squeeze in a mini workout before I sack out. Ugh.

I have a playdate, meeting, work, then home at last. Not to mention crazed phone calls to the painter who won't just leave the paint he is supposed to leave.

Don't want to miss playdate though it pooped us out last Friday. It's my only chance to hang with my new mom-firends-in-the-making.

Saw doc this morning for Julia who looks like she is going to keep the tooth she knocked loose two weeks ago jumping off the bed. Went great -- she charmed everyone at the office and was agreeable and good natured. We're relieved the tooth is ok, but she's lost some weight from refusing to eat (tender teeth, I'm guessing) and she's boinking around like crazy. Can't get her to be still and cooperate!

Trying to go up the big kids slide at preschool, trying to climb up and over the fence, climbing out of her crib and straddling the crib rail yelling "Horse! Horse!", sneaking into the bathroom every chance she gets to use the toilet brush to scrub the toilet while yelling "Wash! Wash!" and all manner of toddler hijinks that have me on edge.

I used to be able to treadmill by sticking her in the crib with some toys but now that she can climb out... can't do that. Can't have her loose either or else she tries to get on there with me saying "Help! Help!" She's big on "helping" with whatever it is I'm doing. I don't mind having the sidekick, but it would be better if it were a sidekick I could reason with.

Wish my own doc appointment was as spiffy as Julia's. While I'm down ten lbs since Dr. H. last saw me, I have to have a slew of bloodwork done and we're talking about going back on Glucophage for the PCOS thing.

Well, nothing doing. I'm nursing her til she's 2 at least now, so I'm NOT ready to go back on the Glucophage. Thpppt. He's not unsupportive of this decision, but not supper supportive either. More like... "Well, let's see what your labs are like and see...." So I'm anxious and not at all eager for fasting labs on Monday.

While in the lobby waiting for my appointment I was reading a diabetic trade journal and it was going on about hormones in diet and the advice given was more fiber, more plant food, more whole grain, more organic, yadda yadda.

I never understand why they just don't quit mincing words and just SAY "Go vegan! It will be much better for your insulin resistance!"

Give a patient the bottom line and quit fannying about. If the patient doesn't feel like doing it, then it's the patient's problem. But don't hem and haw around with it. You aren't giving patients the big picture then and that's just plain wrong.

Gah.

Put kid down to bed around 8 PM and I zonked out til 1 AM! Argh! No walk!

I cleaned out the fridge really fast and got this week's produce order arranged and settled in my new Tupperware "FridgeSmart" containers. Hopefully produce really will stay fresher in them.

Doc. tomorrow.

• What: treadmill walk
• Distance: 1 mile
• Time: 20 min.

Porgram 4 on my treadmill. Easy intervals ranging from 2.5 mph to 3.5 mph for twenty minutes. Now I'm going to get some laundry done and sack out for the night.

Wore a new Lunaire bra. Don't like it as much as the Champion one but it's ok. Underwire -- wouldn't want to try nursing in it.

Still no decent shoes or shorts in sight.

But I picked up 6 dresses, 2 skirts, and 3 tops today in cheerful colors/prints so that much is taken care of. If I can jsut manage shorts and shoes, my post partum wardrobe will be in decent shape at long last!

Woke up this morning and checked the scale. I have mixed feelings of "Yay!" and "Argh!"

-57.5 lbs done. Another 2.5 to go to make it to -60. There's the "yay!" I had a slight rise and now I'm back down and very close to an even number lost.

And then another -27.5 past that to make it to what my dietitian thought is a reasonable weight for me with PCOS/hypothyroid. There's the "argh!" That there's still a ways to go and with every pound lost, it gets harder to get it down further.

I don't want to think about trying to "better" than that goal til I actually get there and I'm trying to feel good that I'm 2/3 of the way there.

But my thoughts run more to the "Grrr... bloody hell... I've done 30 ish pounds not once, but TWICE, and I have to do ANOTHER 30 ish pounds AGAIN? When can I bloody well maintain?!"

Quickie updates...

Today was my last day working mornings at preschool so I don't have to get up that early to open it up and receive children any more. But late tonight I got called in to come in early tomorrow at 2 PM instead of 4 PM because another staff person had some kind of problem arise. And I have a meeting tomorrow night too for preschool's arts and crafts fair thing.

Then another the night after for fundraiser auction junk.

Yargh.

Bright side? I brought in another $1000 worth of stuff for my fundraiser auction. Go me! Booyah! :)

So change in plans for those keeping track at home. I'm NOT doing Hal Higdon Novice twice. I'm doing Hal Higdon Walking and THEN I'm doing novice. I dislike it, but I have no time for long stuff nor strength training this go around. And when peopel ask me to do other things, I say NO, not til after Disney.

Probably won't have time to update daily walks til the auction is over in late September... so I'll shoot for weekly.

Here's this week's plan:

• Su: rest
• M: 30 min easy
• T: 20 min stroll
• W: 30 min easy
• R: rest
• F: 30 min stroll
• S: 3 miles

Formal exercise may be around the corner.

Every day that I drive to preschool I check out the construction progress on the gym down the street. It's a branch of my gym, so I eagerly await the opening. Because then I can leave the kid at preschool and not be stressing about her being in gym daycare. I really don't like leaving her there.

Weight? I'm maintaining -- which is good given all the job stress lately. Opening preschool, going home to nap Julia, then closing preschool -- very weird hours and weird eating as a result. Living on cereal and toast sometimes because I was too damn tired to cook.

I was going to do it all month to help out, but happily it didn't take that long to find someone to do it and it happens to be an aquaintance of mine from playgroup that I wanted to try to get to know better.

Julia recovering well from her fall earier this week. She took a tumble and knocked a tooth loose. Lots of crying and scary bleeding but the doc said she is fine and now we wait to see if the tooth is going to reattach or fall out or what. The very next day she was at her monkey antics and was trying to climb the big kids' slide in the playground! I flipped out and got her off of there.

Last night we went to an open mic for a little while en famille -- it was very relaxing. It made me laugh because with all the candles on the tables and stuff it reminded me of our coffee house days. Paul and I and our friends used to go quite a lot when we were younger. Only then the problem was volume -- somehow college kids never seem to get their volume on open mic nights decent. Always way loud. Our problem last night was trying to convince Julia that while pretty, candles on tables are hot.

Until she got tired, she was busy flirting with all the other people and dancing.

First day of the new school year at preschool and I had to watch a a small baby, two large babies, and then 5 toddlers before help arrived. The two toddlers with separation anxiety were the hardest of the bunch to deal with.

On the flip side -- my hosue is cleaner, I had my bags at the door, lunches packed, everything organized. AND the new branch of my gym is getting clsoer to being done and it's 5 min from preschool.

So... things are looking up for me and my schedule.