Siiiiigggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh....

I'm an evil pet owner. Tasha's gotten this new habit of waking me up at 6am each morning so I can greet her as she climbs up on the bed and perhaps move from "her" spot if I happen to have the audacity to roll into it in the night. Of course after she screams in my face until I wake up and pet her feebly she settles in to sleep for distance. And this morning looking at her completely sacked out on MY bed sleeping the sleep only the truly satisfied can sleep - I had the OVERWHELMING urge to bounce the bed until she's completely disturbed and agitated.

But I didn't. Instead I gave her her morning kiss and pet and trudged off to the office so I can keep paying the rent for her highness. But I reeaaalllllyyyy considered it.

Oh and I take WAY too much satisfaction in this particular post:
http://open.salon.com/blog/verbal_remedy/2009/06/28/shaving_somebody_elseskitty
Namely because that cat is the exactly copy of my darling Tasha - fur length, density, color and of course the attitude...

They MEAN those warning labels on medicines!

So now that I'm getting back on the workout wagon - I've been modifying my diet to be more 6 small meals throughout the day and including more fresh fruit and veggies. Not hard to do but it does mean I wake up in the AM absolutely starving... And because I'm a lazy git - I usually get up with just enough time to shower/dress/run out the door to do my 5 MINS (7 mins if I catch the lights wrong) commute to work...

Part of my morning routine is to take my meds while getting ready and then have my breakfast at my desk. Prior to now my tummy has always had something in it from the previous nights' dinner. Well the past week that has not been the case and yesterday my stomach revolted! HARD.

I started getting really nauseous on the drive in and tried to eat some oatmeal when I was at my desk. And you know the point where you NEED to get something on your stomach but your stomach is just too upset to allow any food? Yeah that was the point I was at... So I tried to push past it until my stomach quieted down. Well that didn't work either - I was in a meeting with my manager and actually did that whole "I'm gonna vomit" sweat thing - where you get that fine sheen of cold sweat all over. And then I handed him my notepad and pen and ran from the room to go stand in the bathroom until I threw up.

Of course after that I felt great. For about an hour. Then it was back. Still not able to get anything into my belly to help. So to make a long story short - I left work to go home and take a bunch of pepto bismal and lay down. This was at 11am. By 2pm I still could not manage a simple slice of bread and any movement made my stomach burn.

Yesterday consisted of popsicles and pepto bismal and nothing else. But today I'm much better and the stomach is gurgling happily on the subway egg white breakfast sandwich I bought it. My meds are in my pocket and I'll take them after lunch. So seriously - when they say take with food. DO IT!

Ooo my quads...

Back in early June I got really sick - I mean 5 days on the couch "oh please don't make me move" sick. And then it settled in my chest as Bronchitis. And I was literally gone almost every weekend either for work or for friends. While trying to keep up with Crew and everything else. I was pale and weak and tired all of the time. I finally realized that I was going to kill myself if I didn't stop.

So I did - no working out of any kind for 3 weeks and started going to bed at a reasonable time. I couldn't do much about the travel for work and the eating at crappy restaurants and what not - but I could take the best care 'o me in between the trips.

So here it is mid July and I'm jumping back into the working out saddle again. I've been watching the scale slowly creep up every week since I moved to Ohio and I've been maintaining my sanity about that by working out. So forcibly choosing to NOT workout is provoking panic at my core. Last week I was able to organize a buddy row on Friday morning and it was glorious! I was completely drained by the end of it but it felt SOOOO good to be back out on the water. I just focused on feeling the speed of the boat and the wind I was making tickling the back of my neck. Of course I managed to flip the boat at the dock thanks to being a complete dumbass. I did however REALLY learn the lesson to never ever pull your oar in unless the boat is docked and you are getting out... Sigh.

And then last night I went to spin class at the gym I've been paying for every month since February but hardly used... I wonder if I can claim my $59 was a charity donation. (I'm teasing IRS - don't audit me pls...) And in class as I was panting and struggling to work as hard as everyone else in the room I realized that I'm 34 and I don't have to jump in with both feet and a rock tied to me - I can actually ease back into exercise and do it the right way for my body. And suddenly I felt about a zillion years younger and happy. Do not ask me why its taken me this long to realize this - the answer will always be "I'm an idiot".

And with that I backed off a bit - slowed my pace and turned down the resistance a bit. And spin class became fun and I had a great workout. Today my quads are a wee bit stiff but already loosening with movement. AND the best part is that I can go to my Body Combat class tonight as planned and NOT put myself into the hospital... WHEEEEEeeee can you believe it??

Somedays I make myself feel like Issac Newton who just got thumped on the head with an apple...