April 15, 2008 8:54 A.M. Weight: 157.0 lbs.
That's it. I've lost my very last brain cell. Last night the phone rang and the caller ID said it was my friend Jeanette. I was so excited... Jeanette is calling me on a Monday evening just to chat. How cool is that? LOL! So she asks where I am and I'm starting to think something is up and it turns out I TOTALLY spaced on a girls night out that I had planned. AHHHH! I was so bummed out! That and I felt really guilty standing up my friends. Well - also I wanted to get away from WWIII that had become my home. I swear, I love my kids to death individually, but put them together and it is sibling rivalry times a zillion. Gavin and Jessie spent the ride home argueing about if it was summer or spring. We get home and Gavin goes outside so the little ones follow and Jessie and Asher take turns whacking each other on the head with their shovels and then crying to me about it. Then once dinner is ready there is the customary "I get to sit next to Mommy!" fight that has been so bad for the last 3 months that I've refused to sit down at the table at all. Instead I hold my plate and stand near the table. The two big ones fight so bad about who is sitting next to me that the loser is hyperventilating and drooling on the table about having to sit one chair away from me and Asher decides he must sit IN MY LAP for every meal. Then the meal is done and the fighting is about who gets to turn on the bath water and who gets the 'blue' sippy cup and who gets to have the 'first' freezie. Yes, even the 8 year old seems to think there is something intrinsically different about the freezie that I open first as opposed to the next freezie that I open. So you see, going out to eat with grown ups that all sit down at the table and eat food without throwing any of it at anyone or shoving it across the table if something offensive shows up on their plate and no one wants to get down off their seat to crawl under the table of the other people in the restaurant and eat the food that has fallen to the floor there... that is divine.
Don't get me wrong, my kids are amazing and I absolutely adore them and know how lucky I am to have them. That doesn't prevent me from sometimes wanting to duct tape them into their closets for just a few moments when they are not trying to 1-up each other. So I am very very sorry to my friends that I spaced out our datenight. Very embarrassing.
This morning after hitting the snooze button twice and cursing my exercising ambition from last night when I set the damn thing, I dragged my butt out of bed and headed out to the gym. I was resolved on running more than 3 miles today. I hit my 6.2 MPH at about 2 minutes in and by 10 minutes in I was very tired. DANG! I kept it going to 3 miles and even went one more 'lap' for 3.25 miles at 6.2 MPH and I stopped. I was much more tired today but that is still just an excuse. Oh well, if I keep going up even a little each time eventually I'll be going 4+ miles. (Yes, because I'm an uber-runner.) BTW - my knees have been doing MUCH better since I'm incorporated significant stretches into my routine. The only down side is that I realize I'm about as limber as a 2-by-4. I was doing a hamstring stretch in the gym today and this guy was sitting next to me doing it MUCH better. I would've pushed him over if I didn't think I'd pull something by putting in the effort.
After that is my pre-weigh-in ritual. Remove shoes, shirt, shorts, socks, watch, hair clip and ponytail holder. Walk to scale in sports bra and spandex shorts. Stand like I'm REALLY interested in the pattern on the floor while the person stands at the scale drying off her swimming suit. Why? Because I can't handle getting on the scale with someone else close enough to the scale to read the numbers. And for some reason I'm compelled to not actually LOOK like I'm waiting for her to leave. I don't really get why I care. I mean, I am PROUD of my weight. Heck, I'd even post it on the internet if... oh... wait. See, proud. I'm also such an attention hound that I'm surprised I don't start yelling to gather a crowd, frankly. Everyone, step right up, who wants to make a prediction on today's results? Will it be the 158 I've been coveting or will I hang my head with a 160? Will I finally break out of the 160s to a point where I can be confident it wasn't a fluke? Everyone! What do you think? You, ya you in the orange sports bra with the towel around your waist, what's your guess? How about toothpaste lady that forgot to shave your legs? Naked girl by the sauna door? OK, here we go.. and it is...(dramatic pause)... 156!! OMG!! Where did that number come from??? (Doing a little boogy on the scale.) Oh, well... maybe too much dancing. Everyone's a critique. OK fine, stupid scale, give me a 157. I do a little bow and head back to my locker. But no - I totally bypass all the opportunity for attention. Still - 157 - how cool is that? Besides, I get the feeling you'd have thought I was lying if I tried to pull off the 156 in my blog.
This DOES mean that now I get to move to the next wall in lockers!! That is totally wicked cool. I say, dance on, Ms Robyn! You hit 157!
