Girl Talk, Sweet Sleep, and My Maybe Broken Hand

Not even noon and still so much to report!  Got in a 70 minute workout yesterday.  I was actually sad that I had to leave, but I had big plans to go see the nieces.  Had a great time last night visiting with the girls, but it was just too short!  They loved their presents and I even scored some artwork for my fridge!  I left there and went to meet Lauren for some wedding talk.  (I haven't mentioned how much I love wedding planning, right?)  The best news is that I finally got a good night's sleep!  I simply couldn't have made it one more night on the amount of sleep I had!

Today I went back to the dr. for my hand and they still don't really know what the heck is going on.  They want me to go back again next week and have another set of x-rays and see where we are.  The good news is that it doesn't really bother me, it's just sore.  I'm going to get in one more workout today (hoping to last for 90 minutes), then go home and veg out.  We have a women's conference in the morning (WAY too early for a Saturday) so tonight, I am going to enjoy doing nothing,.  I don't get to enjoy that enough this time of year!

Go Ahead, Grandma, Make My Day...

So, yesterday, I was huffing and puffing away at the gym, really proud of myself for putting in a nice long work out, even without my trainer, and I looked around the room.  Two wonderful, 80-plus year-old women from the community were circuit training and visiting.  While I was sweating and sad-looking, these women were having a great time and barely even breaking a sweat, which would have been fine if they also weren't lifting twice as much as I had lifted and doing twice the number of reps!  I felt like a total exercise failure, and I couldn't help but laugh.  As if the actual college girls in there working out weren't enough to make me self-conscious...

Anyway, not too much going on today except I didn't sleep well again last night.  Must be something in the air because Mom said she didn't either.  I had a terrible time getting ready for work this morning too.  Just couldn't get motivated and didn't even get in the shower until 6:35...and I try to leave for work by 7:20 or so.  Luckily, I did eventually get it in gear so I wasn't late.  After work, I am going to work out (Experiment Day 3), then getting changed and heading to Vienna.  I'm going to hang out with Chell's girls for a bit and take them their Christmas/birthday presents (I'm a little behind).  I can't believe I haven't seen them since November!  I love them all, but I have a special place in my heart for my Maia-moo.  We may have to plan a sleepover at Aunt Katie's soon!

After hanging out with my girls, I am supposed to meet up with Lauren (the future Mrs. Webb) and talk wedding stuff.  Then hopefully, I will be able to get some acutal sleep tonight without waking up a hundred times.  I don't think a good night's sleep is too much to ask.  Especially when I have octogenarians to keep up with...

A Healthy Addiction?

Yesterday, I had my first workout with my very own personal trainer (my little sister, LuLu) and it was punishing.  We worked out for an hour and that is an hour more than I have worked out in a really long time.  And while I had my moments of weakness (while on the eliptical for a blistering five minutes, I may or may not have told a co-worker that if I died tell them that I died bravely), I did finish the thing.  Sidebar:  How do those skinny little girls that were on the eliptical before me make it look so blasted easy? (Yeah, yeah.  I know.  They are in shape.  Because while round is a shape, it's not the one we're talking about here...)

I was so sure that this morning I would feel like complete crap.  I figured I would be sore from working some areas of my body that I'm fairly sure have never been worked.  But I feel like a million bucks, and that's really amazing because I didn't sleep worth a darn last night because my sinuses can't understand how we went from 70 degrees to 20 yet again.  And the best part, the real kicker, is that I can't wait to go back again today.  I actually find myself wondering if I can actually get in a longer workout today.  Crazy, right? 

My mom told me once that if you do something for 21 days in a row it will become a habit.  I don't know if that's true, but I think I am going to test the theory.  (21 days from yesterday means working out every day to March 15.  Yes, I did the math.)  I'm going on a little vacation in April and I would love to be down a few pounds by then.  More importantly, I have two very big weddings coming up in June, and I would like to look good for them.  (You never know when a cute, single boy might come along, right?)  Kidding aside, I mostly just want to feel good again.  And if today is any indictation, then I may have found my answer in a new healthy addiction.

Bye-Bye, Fat!**

Despite how much I don't really want to, today I am going to sign up for access to the gym at SCC.  They have a new awesome facility and I can join for $25 because I'm a teacher.  My sister has promised to come work out with me, so I have no excuse.  I'm tired of being fat.  And that's what I am. 

I have never been skinny, not in my whole life.  I wasn't always this size, but even in high school I was one of the heavier girls.  The thing is I know that I don't have to stay this size.  When I had lost weight before, I loved it.  I loved trying on clothes knowing they would fit.  I loved not dreading going shopping for a new pair of pants.  And it wasn't like this was that long ago.  It was only about two years ago now when I was at the smallest I can remember being in my adult life. 

I want that back.  I want to go somewhere and know that I won't be the biggest girl in the room.  I want to wear clothes and not be embarrassed about what I look like in them.  I don't want to look in the mirror or at a picture and wonder, "How did this happen?"  I just want to be comfortable again.  Please don't get me wrong.  Rarely in my life do I really ever consider my size.  It does not affect my self-worth or my self-esteem.  And it hasn't in a really long time.  What it amounts to is that I know when I really felt good, and that was when I was eating right and working out.  So, those are two things that I can totally do again.  I just have to put forth some effort.  I have to want it.  And despite talk about the subject before, I think this time I'm ready.

**Bonus points to anyone who knew that the title of today's post came from an episode of Full House.

Taking Care Of Business

It wasn't all that long ago that Crys wrote a post about doing your job.  I was all "Amen!" and "Hallelujah!" because it's a subject that totally gets under my skin.  I do my job.  Sometimes I do my job and several other peoples'.  Some may say it's my mentality, that I like it when things are done well and I expect everyone to follow suit.  (Which is hilarious because I am not like this in other areas of my life, like housekeeping, for instance.)  Some may even say that I am a control freak.  But, 9 times out of 10, they will say that I did a good job.

Something I have never really stood for is the double standard.  I expect you to do your job to the best of your ability and I will do mine.  I expect that if you don't, you will hear about, because I know I certainly will.  I know that sometimes, even when you are doing your best, things go awry.  I accept that.  But, for Pete's sake, try.  Do everything in your power to be prepared and organized.  Because, if you are, things will go right more often than they go wrong.  And it keeps me from having to double up on my stuff just because you didn't.

Do your job.  I promise to appreciate it.

 

We Went Out Last Night...

There was singing...

There were really cute couples...

There were awesome friends...

There was dancing...

and there were gangstas?

Yeah, we went out last night. 

Kid-Free Friday and Other Updates

I'm having a very abnormal day.  Most of my kids are gone on a field trip and I am just kind of hanging around.  The good news is that it's giving me time to do a million different things that I haven't had the chance to, like go through the intricate filing systems (read: piles of junk) that seem to have accumulated in my room over the course of the first semester.  There's only so much I can do without the assistance of some Rubbermaid tubs, but I can see some progress and I will take some progress over none any day of the week. 

Of course I am doing without trying to do too much with my right hand.  In a showing of my usual style and grace, I hit my hand on Wednesday on a seat belt plug-in thingy and it was swollen yesterday morning.  I ended up going to get x-rays, and thankfully they don't think anything is broken, but I have a splint that I am supposed to be wearing.  I'm not doing a very good job with that though because I took it off in my sleep and I haven't worn it much today.  (Oh, c'mon, it gets in my way.)  Besides, my hand doesn't hurt all that much and I'm being careful with it! 

Anyway, tonight's karaoke!  I'm sure I will pop in to show a few fun pictures sometime tomorrow in between watching the Olympics (GO USA!) and working on my homework for my gifted seminar that's due on Monday.  Later!