It's Tuesday, but we're coming off a 4 day weekend for the boys, so my timeline is all messed up. It should feel like it's a Monday, but all day long I've been thinking it's Thursday. Friday night Laura came over and we got Chinese and watched "Uganda Be Kidding Me," the Netflix Chelsea Handler special. Pretty damn funny. I had a couple of glasses of wine, and between the eating of the day and the wine, I had some serious heartburn that night. I've kept that feeling with me. I could've had the same kind of fun, only eating half of my Chinese. I could say the same about the wine, but I don't know what having one drink means. To be honest, I'm proud of myself for just having 2 :) Of course, two glasses for me=half a bottle. The other half of the bottle is still there, though. I hated that heartburn feeling, and I've been thinking of them as wasted calories. I'll throw the remaining wine out tonight. I'd cheated and weighed myself Friday morning, and I'd dropped down to the next number like I wanted. I've worked hard to take back my sins of Friday night, but by no means, have I been perfect. I'm really hoping for good things on the scale tomorrow. I fear I'll breakdown if I'm not below that number. Ugh. I have to be....
Caleb had a swim meet on Saturday, and we made Ryne come along. Spending the day out of town, at a 10 year old's swim meet was not what Ryne was wanting to do, but I'm so glad we made him come. It ended up being a really wonderful family day. The best we've had in a while. Cal had never broken a minute in a race before, and this time, he broke it twice (including a 46 second freestyle). Caleb was out of his mind, happy. It was priceless. Brian and I reflected on the day, that we could've never imagined where he is now, a few years ago. Seriously, we could've never imagined...We are so happy that he has such a passion and dedication for swimming. After the meet, we went to dinner and bought Ryne some new basketball shoes. Tryouts started today and end tomorrow. Ryne wasn't able to play last year, due to his IBS, and he'd only played the year before. So, in terms of experience, he's way behind his classmates. We are really hoping they have a "B" team, though. He really enjoys playing, and we're all for any sports he wants to do. He's such a natural athlete, too. I hope he can really find a true desire for sports. For Brian and I, athletics were such a positive in our childhood. I'm sure he'll find more joy in playing team sports, than playing an X-Box. The relationships formed while playing sports, truly are lifelong.
That 10k is quickly approaching. Today (and I wanted to yesterday, but the thunder came in hard after 3 miles) I walked 4 miles. This was really big for me. My plan is to do 4 miles a day this week, and 5 next week. I also added some jogging yesterday and today. It's not a lot, but it's something. Boy oh boy, does it really step up the intensity of the workout for me. It's a gimpy, and often painful jog (my knee is just so fucked...plus I'm way heavy), but it's a jog, and I'll take it. I have to say, that I feel good about where I am right now. I really do.
Tomorrow is a relatively big day, for someone who rarely has something to do out here. I'll walk in the morning (just me and the dog-walking partner has to work), then is my first day volunteering, and then I have an appointment with the special ed department for Cal. It's our first year without an IEP for him, so I'm really focused on getting this 504 plan right. I'm looking forward to a nice, full, productive day. I'm so hoping I get a job soon....I really am....I guess someone needs to actually contact me for an interview first, though :(
My fingers are crossed for a good weigh in tomorrow. The numbers haven't been as important to me this time around. I just feel so much better, but I do have anxiety going into tomorrow. I want to see good numbers. I wish the number didn't mean so much to me, though.
Here's hoping you all have a fantastic night!