Cough, Cough

Indy has pneumonia. Meds have taken care of the worst of it and she has returned to school, slowed down just a tiny bit. Bear is sick as well. Not horribly so, but enough to warrant a visit for him to the doctor, which is something. Meds are on board for him as well. Little Bear seems to be unphased and occasionally will sneeze but mostly just goes about playing like a wild man and vaguely concerning me by not wanting to wear a jacket (it is still only 50 degrees out - and there are piles of snow everywhere). I am just inconveniently sick. The worst of it really is my throat/voice from the mild coughing. Who needed to be able to yell anyway ;)

I went to meet with my physical trainer yesterday for the first time. He does not just do workouts but also nutrition, which immediately put my guard up, since so many of these people are all or nothing hard asses. Which is why during the course of our conversation, when he mentioned eating things like Oreos and hot dogs, I really started to listen. This is a guy that understands eating for real - sure not having that at every meal, or every day, but there is no expectation of life long deprivation! A lot of what he talked about is all about blood sugar regulation, and just generally medically backed up ideas. *blink blink*

We will be meeting on Thursday to go over what he wants me to do in the Gym. Would I like to work with him over the next few months? Hell Yes. But I don't know that it is in the budget. These first few meetings came with my gym membership. Beyond that, I do not see how it will happen.

But I went. Despite feeling not great. I got up and put my darn workout bra on, which does not help with deep breathing on the best of days ;) and showed up. For some people that may not be a big deal. Maybe for them that is easy. To just keep going. Not for me. So I feel good today for having that much willpower. Now, if you will excuse me, I have a piece of birthday cake that needs eating.

Parenting is no fair.

Sometimes it is hard being a mom. Wait, no strike that. It is always hard being a mom. Sometimes it is just a lot less enjoyable than others. Little Bear was being brat-tastic this morning. Only willing to play games HE chose, refusing to even listen to what Indy wanted to do, not listening to me, throwing all manners out the window, and just generally being a grumpy miserable person to be around.

Which sucked. A lot. Not just because I had to deal with it, but because I had intended to surprise him and go to a movie he wanted to see this afternoon. Just the two of us. But there is no way I was rewarding that behavior. Nuh uh. No matter how bad I wanted to go. He seems to have pulled himself together, so I am going to take a wait and see approach.

This just all makes me think of so many other parenting decisions, that I am sure some people just do not get. I am told I am mean, or strict. Perhaps I am. But I don't think those are bad things necessarily. Sure it is often no fun at all. Would it be easier to let my kids stay up all night than be firm about bedtime? Let them leave their room a mess and their beds unmade all day? If course it is easier in the short term. But they are worth the energy investment. Equally, the world would not be well served by me turning out children who grow into adults like that.

So there may not be a movie today, but there will be ones in the future. Ones where I know my kids are not the ones being disruptive or rude during.

Even if it would be easier to just say to hell with it and go anyway, cause damn it I wanted to go to the movies with him and it is just no fair!

How do I say goodbye?

Mabel's Labels is hosting a contest: "Write a post on your blog in response to the following hypothetical situation: Electrical storms are going to wipe out the Internet (perhaps forever). You have one day left to write about your passions: what do you want to say to the blogosphere in 300 words or less?" This is my entry:

In no time flat the internet will be gone forever. This thing, that has introduced so many into my life. Wonderful people that I value, casual friends, business I use the products from every day. Do I really want to go back to heading to the store for every book and movie, when the internet oh so magically delivers them to me? I seem to be going through the stages of grief. Denial has passed, where I just went about posting, emailing and tweeting like nothing would happen. Anger was not so good on my laptop. I had to borrow one for this post. How will I buy a new one without the internet to do research on! I tried bargaining, but no amount of offering to give up ice cream, or to go to the gym every day would help. I laid in bed wondering how this could happen to so many good people. We love the internet, we NEED it. It has connected us in so many ways. And now here I am trying to accept it. That this amazing thing, that I met one of my best friends through, that I chronicled the birth and growth of my children on, will be gone soon.

But everything will be ok - I already grabbed the phone number and mailing address for Mabel's Labels.

Losing It: Not just our Sanity - Week 2

This week was so darn typical of how I get off track. Indy got sick on Sunday with what turned out to be Pneumonia, which rapidly derailed my gym streak. Kinda hard to work out with a feverish five year old clinging to you like a nursing newborn. I tried to stick with just getting more movement in the house - sit down less, don't be afraid of the stairs, and try not to GORGE when I eat.

Totally convinced that I was going to gain back some of last week's weight loss, which I was pretty sure was a total fluke anyway, I got on the scale this morning and discovered a small loss. Which is totally better than NO loss, or a gain, but kinda disappointing compared to last week. Percentage lost to date: 4.7% Percent this week: 0.7%

Next week back in the gym!

#LosingIt10

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