Sunday, March 9, 2008

March 9th, 2008

Drat, I've gone and done it again. I really did have every intention of doing this right when I started out. Why is it so gosh darned easy to get sidetracked and lose my motivation?! Needless to say, I have not done a terrific job of meeting my goals lately. I did manage to finally get my bathroom cleaned...and now I need to do it again. Ugh, I truly do not like to clean.

Ok, so here's what has been going on in my world lately...

In the last 2 weeks the flu virus from hell has come to make the lives of almost all the people in my life completely miserable. Last Saturday morning my beautiful daughter woke up crying hysterically at about 6:45 am (an unreasonable time even for her). She has only been in her "big girl bed" for a few weeks and has still not figured out that she can just get out of bed and come to our room when she wakes up (SO not complaining about this btw) so she does often call out for us. This was different, she was obviously quite upset. I groaned, tried to wipe the sleep from my eyes and got up to see what could possibly be so traumatic. I gathered my weeping child into my arms and quickly decided my best option was to just bring her back to my bed where we could hopefully catch a few more winks together. Once settled back into bed I decided that I should really find out what had the poor girl so upset so I began questioning her. I can't remember exactly how the conversation went, but the end result was her confessing that her pillow was hurting her head. The Pillow? Not a good sign. We never did get back to sleep and after watching a few episodes of Dragon Tales we went about our day. I was planning to attend a bridal shower for my boss that afternoon and needed to run a few errands first, so I left Ciara downstairs watching her shows while I went to shower. Looking back now I realize that things seemed a bit quiet, but I didn't take notice of it at the time. At any rate, when I went back downstairs to get my coat on and say goodbye to Ciara I found her sound asleep in the chair where I'd left her. Even though she woke up early it is completely unheard of that she would willingly take a nap that early in the day- it wasn't even 10:30 yet (Another bad sign). I continued on with my errands leaving her sleeping in the chair while I went shopping and returning an hour and a half later to find her exactly as I left her. She was just starting to stir as I was rushing out the door to head for the shower at 12:30. I phoned my husband on my way home at around 7pm and confirmed that she had indeed remained lethargic for the remainder of the day and seemed to be feverish to boot. When we began a similar routine on Sunday morning I knew that I needed to start looking for options to get out of work for Monday. I began calling our subs around 10am, and by 6pm that evening I knew that I was in for a rough start to the week. Not only were the subs already busy, but I had another teacher calling me looking for phone numbers to find a sub for her because she was sick as well. Ugh! Long story shorter, I ended up being the only teacher in the preschool unit who did not get sick last week and just about every child in Ciara's class was home sick for at least one day. FUN stuff! By some miracle staffing worked out in the end every single day even with half of our teachers gone...though it did take some major tweeking to make it happen.
Even though I have so far avoided the dreaded bug, I definitely have had a touch of something going on. I've had what I can only assume to be a sinus infection for about 2 months, but since I don't actually feel sick I can't justify paying the $15 copay to see a doctor about it. For the last 2 weeks I have been having a strange fluttering feeling in my chest. It's quite unsettling, but doesn't seem to be doing any harm. The most unusual thing about it is that my husband has been having a similar experience, and I recently discovered that one of the teachers at work has been feeling the same thing as well. So random. I keep feeling like I must be getting sick and by the end of the day I'm convinced that I'll wake up feeling like the walking dead the next morning, yet every day I wake up feeling fine. Last night a new symptom presented itself. I was at a friend's house babysitting her twin boys so that she could go scrapbooking. Ciara and the boys were all sound asleep and I was chilling out on the couch with a book when I noticed that I had the sensation that my right ear was full of water. It was making popping noises, and felt exactly the way it would if I had gone swimming earlier in the day and was not able to get all the water out of my ears. Funny thing, I can't even remember the last time I was in a pool. When I woke up this morning the feeling was gone but now it seems to have returned, albeit slightly less severely. I hate all of this in between garbage. I wish that I could either be sick, or completely fine. I hate feeling like I could be getting sick and not feeling 100% for days on end. With my luck though I'll get sick this week while I'm home alone and my husband is an airplane flight away working in Texas.
The other major thing going on in my life that is keeping my mind well away from healthy eating and exercise is a visit from good ol' Aunt Flo. As all you ladies well know, Aunt Flo is never really a welcome house guest. She's mean and messy and just makes life difficult in general. She has really brought being a pain in the arse to a new level since having my daughter though. Before I became pregnant I at least knew when the old hag would be dropping in and had ample time to prepare myself for the havoc she would create. Now it's a whole new ballgame. I get to play a guessing game each month to try to figure out what exactly my hormones have in store for me. I'll have a month with a nice, "normal" cycle and get all excited thinking that my body is finally getting back on track and things will be predictable again...and then the next month I'll start getting irritable and feeling like the visit is imminent only to be put on hold for a week or two. Then I get to spend the two weeks wondering if I should have some form of protection just in case she decides to drop in unannounced so that I don't have to face the utter humiliation of a stain. Fun! This month I had the added treat of experiencing extra tenderness in my breasts. Something that I haven't dealt with since before conceiving Ciara. It's absolutely, totally annoying, but at the same time I can't help but wonder if it means good things regarding my hormones. Only time will tell I suppose.
At any rate, my diet and exercise routine has completely gone to pot. Yesterday before I went to babysit I decided to head to the grocery store to buy something to snack on...huge mistake! I should have known for certain what I had coming just by paying attention to my purchases! I think I had every type of craving known to man. It's embarrassing to admit my what I bought- but I'll do it anyway because it's actually quite amusing. I bought Pizza for us to have for dinner, cheese curls, salt & vinegar chips, orange soda, coke, Hershey's kisses, sour patch kids, and jolly ranchers (those were Ciara's idea). I admit it- that's truly pitiful.

New goal- Kick Aunt Flo the hell out of my house so I can feel motivated again! (as if...we all know she won't leave until she's good and ready, and since she just arrived today I think I'm out of luck for at least a few more days)

Realistic new goal- Since Kevin will be out of town for the week I need to try extra hard to make healthier meals for Ciara and myself. The goal is to avoid fast food for the entire week! I'll go grocery shopping after I drop Kevin at the airport and I'm making it my goal for the week to make the healthiest choices I can manage under my present circumstances (in other words- RESIST the temptations!)
Goal number 2- if the weather is warm enough go for at least one walk with Ciara and Ginger after work. I'll try to make it to the gym at least once as well, but it's more difficult to do with a 3 year old in tow, even with the on-site care. Especially when said 3 year old is still not feeling so hot.
Goal 3- Remember to blog!

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