On the mend

I still am coughing up green gak but I'm on the mend. Fever is down and it's at least high 98's rather that 100's. A few more tenths of a degree and that phase of it ought to be done.

I'm here.

I'm here. But low on sleep. It's 11:30 AM and I just woke up!

Last night Julia woke up crying "I want my Daddy!" and the only other thing she would say was "My leg hurt!" I don't know if that was our first attack of growing pains or what. We stayed up til 2 or 3 AM fussing. The night before? 4 AM fussing.

That alone would have me beat but this lingering cold thing is annoying. And I'm due for a period... my first non-BCP one in over 2 years. So the cramps are a doozy.

The bright side? The house has a few messy places but nothing I can't whip up into shape as soon as I feel more awake and have eaten. I don't have work again until Sunday, so I can spend some time on the house and myself and get things into better order.

My turn

Paul's on the mend, now Julia and I are sick. Ugh.

So I'm going to be scarce for a bit longer.

Sick

Paul's sick. Argh.

I'm ok, but when I don't have his help Julia overwhelms me.

What a week!

On travel... When I travel, I make sure there's a kitchenette. Other than Disney hotels for marathon weekend (since other were making the arrangements for me or similar) I've always booked a room where I could at least do some basic cooking. I also map the hell out of the location so I can pinpoint the nearest grocery. If we drive instead of fly, I take along a cooler of prepared food so all we do for a little while is heat up.

Things here have been mostly good other than exercise. I'm working on the food logging, I'm down a pound, and in a minute, since I seem to be back on our normal sleep schedule, I'm going to pop in a movie and hit the dreadmill.

I don't really want to get into the parts that aren't so great. They'll blow over and we'll move on, so I don't want to dwell.

Uggggh

Paul's enduring a crazy week at work full of stress and working late. Friday he got home at 10 PM or so. Which leaves me doing the single parent thing and I'm EXHAUSTED!

Julia was invited to two birthday parties today, but we missed the friend's party and hit the cousin's party. I stayed up late last night packing bento so there'd be some damage control re: party food. I wish Julia had eaten a little more but I managed to keep my own eating mostly sane and on track. The drive to and fro in the same day though wiped ups all out.

Now I'm up again doing some work for preschool and then sunday school tomorrow.

Thank god we're going out with friends for lunch so I don'thave to deal with that but I do have to plan dinner for tomorrow and the oncoming week.

Ugggh. Ugggggh.

Book?

WTG on the donuts! :)

Yes, I do like Brad Schoenfeld's "28 Day Shapeover." (I also liked his other book, "Sculpting Her Body Perfect" and the weight training advice in that.)

I'm ignoring the non-vegetarian menu suggestions but I really like the workouts/layout of the book. I've been wanting to pay more attention to lifting and it makes it easy for me to follow along. It's 3 days weights alternating with 3 days cardio and 1 rest day. Very similar to the Body for Life approach only 4 weeks at a time and I think more variety in ways you can lift instead of BFL's pryamid style.

Time to nurse...

Shoulder's, Bi's, Tri's

Weights out of the way and the baby sleeps on so I'm off to make lunch.

Hrm... goals?

Fitness goals? Off the cuff my goal is to get through the "28 Day Body Shapeover" workout. You'd think a solid 4 weeks of workouts wouldn't be so hard, but it is!

I tend to get grouchy looking at the trees and don't stop to think about the forest.

I also am having trouble reconciling fitness life with a toddler to my fitness life before the baby.

Logically, I KNOW it is apples and oranges. Emotionally I don't think I'm there yet so there are days where I get pissed off at not hitting 3 weight workouts and 3 cardio workouts like I want to be doing and have done in the past. Then there are days where I congratulate myself on 3 workouts in a week, of any type, because I realized how little I could get done in her first year of life.

I'm in a bit of a panic though because I'm starting to weight creep, my docs are starting to ask when I'm going to wean her so I can go back on Glucophage, and we're still going around the TTC thing. Sept? Jan? Another year?