In honour of totally kicking azz in the house-cleaning department today, I thought I would reward myself some imaginary gifts. _uacct = “UA-4888259-1″;urchinTracker();
After all, I did clean both bathrooms, totally demolish my laundry (I only have one blanket and a slipcover left to dry!), vacuum the main floor, guilt Leith into cleaning the kitchen, do a 180 on the bugz’ room AND get Leith to not only hang closet doors in the bugz room so that in remains clean, but to also hang curtain rods in their room AND the office!! And when I hung the curtains, it didn’t turn out like this.
Oh, and I tidied up the basement and raised children too.
I mostly need this because I am a Mac junkie. My collection would be complete!!
2. A new iPhone 4, or better yet, an iPhone 5 (when they come out…):
I need this because a) mine has a big crack in the screen (sadness), and b) Liesa keeps tormenting me with hers.
3. A cleaning service. A weekly one. One that not only includes cleaning, but also includes laundry and my bi-monthly cooking for the freezer. Basically, a weekly housekeeper.
4. Mad Men, Season 4:
I’ve decided that, since my 30th birthday falls on not only a Friday, but also the happiest day of 2001, I shall have to throw a Mad Men-themed soiree in my own honour, complete with flat-bottomed champagne glasses. Obviously, I’ll need this DVD set for research purposes…
5. On that note, I also deserve a set of flat-bottomed champagne glasses. Flutes are snooty.
Does anyone know where I can buy these?? I don’t recall seeing them at a home store anytime in the recent past… Let me know, mmmkay?
That’s about it for now … unless you think of something else you’d like to gift me as reward for either my house-cleaning productivity, or just my general awesomeness
Oh, who am I kidding? It’s totally a milk break – that’s the only thing that seems to be soothing my throat and lungs as I hack my way back to health… _uacct = “UA-4888259-1″;urchinTracker();
My non-coffee break is a breather from the ridiculous amount of house-cleaning we have been doing today. It’s funny how much can build up over 2 weeks of neglect! I’ll probably start a firestorm by saying it, but after 4 weeks as a full-time working mom, I will totally admit that working moms have a way harder time! This mom does, at least…
At least when I was a stay-at-home mom who worked occasionally, I had the flexibility to do what I needed when it was needed. Now, all the housework and household management has to happen before 7:30am or after 6:30pm. Sigh… I didn’t know how good I had it
Honestly, though? I love working.
I think it helps to be working in such a great environment, doing something that has been special to me for nearly half my life. And while financially-speaking, it’s obvious that I should have gone back to work full-time a year and a half ago, I’m glad I was able to wait until the opportunity to do something profound presented itself
With the first month under my belt, I feel confident and secure both in my role and our new routine as a family. I feel productive and satisfied, even when I am tired and sick! I feel happy and fulfilled, not anxious. As a mom, I feel better too – I really am not the type of person who can be totally satisfied in a domestic role. I love being domestic, but I don’t like being defined by it. I am much happier when I can be an awesome cook and decorator on the side, rather than every day.
I am enjoying my time with the bugz much more. I have slightly more patience; I am willing to talk instead of yell more often. I won’t lie – I still have a short temper, but I am more willing to try and see things from their point of view when I can. I also enjoy taking them for special trips: play dates, “coffee” treats, shopping, etc. It’s fun, girly time for the three of us, instead of mundane daily chores. It seems like it was so easy to overlook quality time because we had so much of it. Now that our time is more limited, it is easier to keep things in perspective.
I definitely have organizational anxiety in this new role, though, if my house is any indication! It takes SO much more planning to keep on top of things when I am not at home! Housework is just the tip of the iceberg. There is the cleaning and laundry, but there are also groceries to be bought. There are backpacks to fill with clean clothes and pull-ups and cold weather gear. There is fuel to remember to put in the vehicle on the way home so that the morning isn’t rushed. There are lunches to remember, coffee mugs to bring inside, mail to pick up, dinner to thaw out in the mornings … all of these things that didn’t seem like a big deal before are suddenly many little to-dos that must be remembered every day! It’s exhausting sometimes to think of all the things I have to remember to do so that our routine runs smoothly!
But it is SO very worth it I love this new life. I love that we are breaking even each month (or very nearly!), instead of constantly falling behind. We were falling behind by nearly $2,000 a month for over 6 months! Isn’t that frightening?? So while we are breaking even, I say “nearly” because we have a lot of catching up to do from those 6 months… But things are on the upswing, and it feels good. It feels safe, and it feels stable.
I need those feelings in my life. It’s been so long since I’ve felt them!
And with, that, the laundry has chimed and my coffee milk break is over
I am so happy that I have never really had a formal interview for a job. I hate fluffing up my accomplishments in what always seems like a pageant-style showcase of talents.
“Hi, my name is Meaghan. I’m, like, totally awesome cuz I colour-code my paper clips and always reply to inter-office memos within 5.7 seconds of receiving them! I read at a rate of 3,400 wpm and type over 600 wpm. I always smile and smell good and I have really white teeth!”
Okay, so maybe it isn’t that bad. But that’s what it sounds like in my head when someone asks me what my strengths are. All of a sudden, the voice in my head sounds flighty and self-centred, bubblegum and rainbow kittens.
I know that I have an exhausting list of strengths and competencies that people would fall over themselves to get at. When faced with the task of listing them myself, however, I clam up like a frightened little, well, clam.
LOL – see?? Even my writing takes a hit…
I am trying to write a one-page letter stating why I should be considered for the next round of AFLCA Trainers. Basically, I want to apply to be a trainer of trainers. But I cannot get my wonderful, professional accomplishments out onto the page without sounding like either the airhead or the sappy, overly passionate world-changer.
Sigh…
I wish I could write about myself as easily as I write about my life. Without a doubt, this is one of the hardest tasks I’ve ever been charged with!! There is such a vast difference between self-love and self-promotion!!
Last night, I made a big mistake. _uacct = “UA-4888259-1″;urchinTracker();
I used the dreaded “W” word in my adult dance class when I modified my own stretching to protect my knee injury.
I told the class that they could “wimp out” like me, or go deeper into the stretch.
Instantly, I was overcome with shame, because I do not want to be that instructor that encourages participants to push beyond their physical capabilities to showcase strength over weakness. I was that person who pushed too far, too hard, too soon and now have the broken body to show for it.
So I told them that. I told them that it was okay, that “wimping out” was a good thing because it meant that they were listening to their bodies. I told them how I wished that I had “wimped out” a few more times because I would be much healthier and stronger today, rather than in constant pain. I told them that “wimping out” takes a lot more strength than pushing too hard, because it requires self-control.
I did everything that I could to take back the self-deprecating comment I made, but even still, I noticed that when I modified the stretch (the “wimpy” way), they did too, and that when I sank deeper into it on my good side, they followed suit.
I have more influence than I thought, and that hurt my heart. I didn’t use my position to the best of my abilities last night, even though I tried to fix it. I will forgive myself, but I feel the need to tell you about “wimping out”, and the good that it does:
Wimping out is listening to my body the first time it cries out. When I hurt, it is my very smart and instinctual body telling me, “HEY STOP! THAT ISN’T GOOD FOR YOU!!” I can outsmart my body for a short time, ignoring the signals, but eventually my body will catch up with me. Much like bottling your emotions up until they burst like a dam, ignoring your body will implode on you. You can only fight off pain and injury for so long, which is why your body begs you from the beginning to stop when it hurts.
Pain is your first warning. Injury is the punishment for ignoring your body’s warnings.
A lot of it comes back to my post about letting go of competition and perfection. We are afraid to be seen as weak, or less able than our peers so we fight harder than we should to match or beat them. But if my body isn’t ready for that, I will skip important stages and create cracks in my foundation that I can only support for so long. Eventually, the foundation will crumble and I will be worse off than when I started.
So I say this: Wimp out. Be a wimp. Because as Liesa and I drove home last night, recounting my shameful words, we realized that WIMP was so much better than weakness:
When
I
Mute
Perfection
It’s when you turn off that voice in your head that expects perfection every time, and appreciating the moment instead. Giving honour and respect to your body’s abilities today, right now, rather than comparing with past performance or peers.
Mute your quest for perfection.
Appreciate your uniqueness instead, whether in action or appearance. Appreciate your wholeness, not the things you cannot do 100%. If you were the best the first time you did everything, life would be boring. There would be no thrill of success or achievement.
More that that is the strength it takes to love yourself enough to say, “Okay. This is too hard for me right now, and I love myself too much to hurt myself for the sake of being better.” We all come from different lives and backgrounds and experiences, down to every minute of every day, so it is silly to think that we should all be capable of the same things at all times. Uniqueness is special to every single moment that we experience, not just the whole of ourselves.
Cut yourself some slack. Focus on healthy and happy, satisfied and complete, rather than being #1 in all pursuits. Nurture your strengths and respect your weaknesses.
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I’ve been on a fitness industry tear today. It started harmlessly, looking for a solid upper body exercise that new moms could fit into their daily routine rather than setting special time aside for. My brain was on vacation, so I decided to hit up my local Google for inspiration.
Oh, Google. The entertainment you provided my co-workers today was immeasurable ) I’m not sure what I googled to get the fabulous results I did, but they were mind-blowing to say the least.
I meant that to sound fairly facetious…
So, what I found led me to collapse in a hysterical puddle of exhausted laughter, shaking my head at the state of the health and wellness industry.
Besides the usual inappropriate advice for postpartum moms, my favourite was a site that recommended hula-hooping for 25 minutes a day to burn 200 calories! Because every new mom with a trashed core needs to swing her hips vigorously in wide circles!! Continuously!! For 200 calories!!
So much for the (safe) simplicity of a nice brisk walk…
That set me off on a tear. I ventured out from the world of postpartum fitness to the general population, and was overjoyed to find 2 special fitness tricks from another lady. I won’t post a link or video, because I don’t want to cause any negative energy towards her, but I do take serious issue with the workout and product she promotes:
The 4-minute workout that is equal to 45 minutes on the treadmill. It’s 20 seconds of low/squat jumping jacks coupled with 20 seconds of pushup + jump towards the hands and back, repeated for 4 minutes (so about 6 sets of each). She claims that this 4 minute workout is the equivalent to 45 minutes on the treadmill. I felt skeptical. With some basic calculations, a gentle walk for 45 minutes at 3.0mph burns 160 calories on my 150lb frame. So that’s about 40 cal/min. That means that the intensity of said 4-minute workout is approximately 2,400 cal/hour. Someone correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m not too sure how that one works… Enlighten me please?
The second bombshell was her “fitness shoe”. I’m sure many of my readers are somewhat familiar with the Sketchers Shape-ups – a shoe with a thick, curved sole that is supposed to improve balance and posture. Um, no comment on that one…but it’s what I was expecting from this product. HOWEVER! They are seemingly normal running shoes, except that they are WEIGHTED in the midsole by 1.5-2 pounds. Sigh. I am going to try and limit the number of blarghatefalkducjblkfhs that come out of my mouth, but from a biomechanical viewpoint, I just cannot comprehend how this would be good for the body, especially wearing them ALL day long, or worse, running in them. The sheering forces on the knee, the stress on the tibialis and peroneals, the hip…oh my gosh!
Forgive my dramatics, but please…please…please? Please don’t buy weird stuff like this. Please? For my sanity’s sake?
Meanwhile, I will continue to crusade and keep you all safe from the craziness that the internetz has hiding for you
**it has been deemed by many people that Swarovski is very inoffensive and thus, I can use it as in the title for my post about stupid fitness ideas
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I watched a documentary (or most of it) on YouTube this weekend called Killing Us Softly 4. I cannot get it out of my head, and it makes my heart cry out for the women in my world every time I think of it. I don’t know how succinct or coherent this will be, but bare with me as I pour my heart out to you.
I like to think that I am an intelligent, self-preserving woman who doesn’t allow society to dictate my self-worth. Obviously, I have struggled with this concept for many, many years, but I thought that I had finally found myself in a space of acceptance, love and appreciation. I wear what feels good, I do what feels good, I buy what feels good. I try not to conform to any set of expectations other than that which I am. I built HAWT Mama on that platform: that self-love is better than societal expectations and stereotypes.
Then I watched 40+ minutes of Jean Kilbourne’s amazing documentary. I cannot even begin to eloquently express what she says. This is the 4th edition of her amazing study of advertising patterns in North America on women’s self-esteem. I’ve always been aware of the feminization or defeminization of women in advertising and media, but like I said, I am an intelligent woman who knows that my worth is far better measured by my accomplishments than my waist size.
However.
How do I tell you about this breaking my heart? Every word she said, every point she made cut through my facade of impermeability to prove that I have been just as susceptible to the media as anyone. It isn’t rah-rah feminist manifesto or bra-burning rage against men. It’s just real perceptions and misperceptions.
Don’t I spend my time analyzing and worrying about this and that? I am constantly in a state of flux: feeling good about one part of my appearance while simultaneously loathing others. Scrutinizing the mirror, lamenting the youth I didn’t appreciate, joking self-deprecatingly about the twin-skin leftover from my pregnancy. Joking about breast reconstruction while worshipping the stretch marks that brought me my girls.
Years of working through pain, both mental and physical, to achieve an ideal appearance. And it is SO much more than just the aesthetic. It’s the competition to be better and be more than those around you. It’s the cutthroat way in which women compare themselves, always looking to one-up their friends and enemies. You did this, but I did more.
Over and over and over, in this environment of hatred and self-hatred.
Even now, I am SO guilty of this, despite all this personal growth. Feeling guilty about the extra 20lbs on my frame … even though my body is enviable to thousands of women who are so much heavier. Hell, before I watched this film, my goal was to lose 25lbs, and I haven’t weighed 125lbs in years. I was 135lb when I got pregnant.
And dammit, I still look good!
The part of the film that broke me down was the attention received from a photo in a Glamour Magazine article, showing a woman who was not Photoshopped to be slimmed down and recreated:
Yes, the response was hugely, overwhelmingly positive. But that isn’t the point. The point is this: THAT is my body. I cannot even tell you how closely her shape matches my own.
I cried. She is beautiful. And she is real. And honest-to-god, I should take a photo in the same pose because she is my size. THAT is what I have been so damn hard on myself about. That.
What the hell is wrong with us???
Why, oh why are we chasing this insane concept of “perfection”?? There is no such thing! You only need to watch the Dove Evolution commercial to see that:
It’s so true: these images that we are constantly comparing ourselves to aren’t even REAL human beings – they are shadows, pixels of what was real.
And the live media we compare ourselves to? How many times have I watched Vampire Diaries and found myself jealous of the actresses svelte figures? Until I watched this film and realized that they are supposed to be portraying TEENAGERS. It doesn’t matter that the women are in their 20′s – their bodies are supposed to represent teenagers.
Wow. Last time I looked, I wasn’t 17. Nor do I want to be. Sure, I’d love my body’s ability to regenerate and recuperate and bounce back like a 17-year old. But I surely do not want the rest of the territory that comes with 17. None of it, thank you. I much prefer my 29-year old body and mind.
I can’t even look back on this post right now – I’m not getting the right words out onto the page to tell you how much I want you to love your SELF. I am so sick of hearing women complaining about their perfectly good bodies.
PERFECTly good. As created, grown and used as they are.
WHY? WHY? WHY are we waiting for perfection, struggling to survive, drowning in a wash of negative self-image??
This is so much more than disordered eating or low self-esteem! It is commonplace and accepted. We start our girls at SUCH a young age, pouring them into unattainable moulds. Showing them pictures and videos and telling them stories of women they will never live up to.
I spend every day of my life now telling women to love where they are in this minute, to honour and respect the journey that brought them here and the gifts it has afforded them. To look at every inch of saggy skin or stretched tummy or dark-circled eye and LOVE IT. To embrace it for the experience it gave them.
To love themselves in their current shape, size and form. To throw away their tape measures and diet counters and scales.
To stop this messed-up attitude of imperfection.
I’m so upset, I could swear. If I wasn’t such a goody-two-shoes, I’d unleash my real-life trucker mouth LOL!!
But honestly! Don’t you know you’re beautiful?? Don’t you realize how perfect you are?? Don’t you realize that your reality is what makes you so stunning? There is more beauty in self-love and acceptance than in any other shape or size.
It’s not about throwing off the shackles of makeup and fashion and exercise; it’s about realizing that you can do them for yourself, not for the self you want to be. I dance because it makes my heart sing. I run because it makes me feel like I’m part of nature. I do Bikram because it feels holier that any religious experience I’ve ever had – I talk to God in class, to thank him for that body that can feel SO much. I eat what I want because it tastes GOOD. I eat real food because it tastes better. I wear makeup because I LOVE to play with the colours and contours of my beautiful face. Yes, I cover up my zits and redness, but I don’t hate them. I know that my skin is just doing it’s job.
Now, I do it all more. I am SO very aware of every aesthetic decision I made. I have thrown away my weight loss plan. I don’t care what size I am. As long as I am happy, healthy, and energetic, I will honour this body. I will do good things for it, and wherever the measurements and scales stop, so be it.
SO BE IT.
I am so done fighting for perfection. I want you to come with me, to look hard in the mirror and love every inch of life in you. Men and women, together.
We are real.
If you believe in the idea, God created you in His perfect form. If that is true, then what you are IS perfect. Any altered form of that is a deviation from your true nature. It’s one thing to be unhealthy; it’s an entirely other to be unsatisfied.
I vote for healthy and satisfied. Do what feels good and nurtures your body.
Stop aiming for the skinny jeans, or the bigger boobs, or the tighter skin or, or, or… You’ll never win. My goal is to get you focused on the PROCESS, also known as LIFE, rather than the result.
Once you get to the finish line, it’s either over or you start again. But if racing has taught me anything, one finish line is never enough. You’ll always find something else to “fix” or “improve”. It’s a horrible addiction, never being satisfied with yourself.
Why don’t you spend today focusing on your beauty, rather than your perfect imperfections? Why not enjoy being an individual today, instead of a mass of look-a-likes?
Why don’t you just love yourself today??
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For those of you with the time, here are the 4 links to the 4 parts of Killing Me Softly 4. If you can, I highly, highly recommend it. It isn’t pushy or overly liberal. It’s so very real, raw and embarrassing. It’s something we are all guilty of of, and that we all hide behind. It will force you to look at yourself and your preconceived ideas about yourself.
I didn’t get to do my Once A Month cooking today, as I didn’t realize there was some pre-prep work required ahead of time Plus, I had a two-hour nap today because my tired body demanded it!!
So I’m improvising!
I picked 5 recipes that I love and that I can freeze without much fuss for this week:
Lasagna – I made a huuuuuuge pan earlier this week when I had time, so it’s in the freezer waiting!
Catalina cranberry chicken – I’m not a huge fan of websites promoted by food companies, but Kraft always has good, quick meals and this one I can assemble into a bunch of smaller meals and freeze without cooking. Plus, I love cranberries
Sweet potato burritos – yum, yum, yum! I love these, but the prep work was ridiculous when I was starving. This time, I’m cooking and mashing all the potatoes and beans, then freezing them so that I can just thaw out during the day and wrap up at night.
Sweet potato and turkey shepherd’s pie - I’m not a huge beef-eater, so I like the idea of ground turkey! I also loooove sweet potatoes. This will be a bit of work tonight, but worth it, I’m sure!
Potato corn chowder – I love this recipe. Love, love, love it. It’s such good comfort food, but so easy to make. I am going to make a triple batch tonight and freeze it in freezer bags.
This week’s menu looks so tasty that I’m kinda feeling hungry Off to the grocery store I go…
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UPDATE:
After a Safeway spree with my Kit-kat bug, we came out at under $200 for 2+ weeks of dinners and left-over lunches!! There were some recipe items that we already had (like potatoes), but I also had to buy some toiletries and treat us to pizza and sushi for dinner tonight I also forgot to buy milk, and I need 3-4L jugs between our milk-drinking and the potato chowder. But still! Even if it all balances out, $200 for 2 weeks is pretty stinkin’ good! And I might add that included boneless/skinless chicken breasts and ground turkey which are never cheap!
…the cold is dead!! _uacct = “UA-4888259-1″;urchinTracker();
Both my cold and THE cold! My health is steadily returning after my massive offensive yesterday, and it was above zero all day today!! Yippee!!
However, my body does not seem to be listening. When I get sick, I crave all manner of comfort foods: baking powder biscuits, cereal, pasta with cheese, creamy soups… well, you get the picture! Right now, I have my heart dead-set on chocolate cake. It’s my Gramma’s fault, really. She was talking about my Grampa’s birthday and her chocolate cake recipe.
Now, all I want in this world is chocolate cake with that gooey, molten fudge icing.
Or is it frosting??
Either way, I want it. I want it SO badly that I am tempted to resurrect the long-dead microwave cake-in-a-cup.
I’m sure this will be the beginning of the end of me. I swore off it because it got to the point where I would make it several times a week. Cake is supposed to be a treat!
But I want it so bad…
And the best part about this recipe?? Pouring heavy cream over it while it’s still hot in the cup.
Kill me now.
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UPDATE:
After posting this, there was wide-spread cake-craving and cake-making on Facebook!! LOL!! As much as y’all love me for giving you this 700 calorie treat, all credit goes to my good friend Ariana for introducing it to me a couple years back I don’t know who the original creator was, but I don’t want the credit of inventing something so wonderful…
If you want it NOW, here’s the recipe without having to click the link:
4 T flour 2 T cocoa (or more…!) 4 T sugar 1 egg 3 T milk 3 T oil
~Mix the flour, cocoa and sugar in a microwave safe mug ~Add the egg, milk and oil. Stir until it looks like cake batter (duh…) ~Nuke it for 3 minutes in the mug ~Let stand until it stops rising…or just eat it straight out of the mug
Tips: things that go good include coconut, chocolate chips and walnuts. Toppings include heavy cream, ice cream, Bailey’s, whipped cream, sprinkles….
Ah, sweet Friday My day off between workdays, my weekday hiatus. Such sweet simplicity… _uacct = “UA-4888259-1″;urchinTracker();
Except for the cold that blasted into my body around 10pm last night Never fear, dear readers: I have been attacking it steadily with oranges, ColdFX, water and Rice Krispies.
Okay, the Rice Krispies have nothing to do with it, but I find myself craving them when I get sick. Weird, huh?
Anyway, it’s totally my fault because I got a god-complex this week and jinxed myself by saying that I never get sick when I have to work. And it’s true for the most part. I usually don’t fall ill until my holidays. Unfortunately, my body seems to think that “day off” equals “holidays”. Not so much, dear body, as we still have to slug through 5 more classes tomorrow
But I feel okay. It’s all up in my head, and I’m going to choke down a clove of garlic at lunch as well. And more oranges. I’m about to bite into #4 for the day – I’ve done it before, and I don’t know what it is, but eating a bag of oranges always kicks the nasty bugs from my body. And, you know, they’re tasty.
Truth be told, I’m impressed that we all survived this week intact ) Taking on 4 extra classes doesn’t seem like much in numbers, but it was a whole lot more in reality! Even though two were preschool classes, all of them were a lot of cardio, and those little preschoolers demand a LOT of energy and high impact movement on an aching body.
All I focused on was getting to Thursday. If I survived until Thursday, I could see my sweet angel of a physiotherapist and all would be healed.
She delivered
Of course, she delivered in the most excruciating round of IMS I’ve had to date, but I felt like a million bucks when it was all finished. Okay, several hours after it was finished. I had to take my wedding and engagement rings off because I was clasping my hands together so hard that I was actually cutting myself. YAY FUN!
I’m wandering around my messy house this morning while the bugz play like cute little monkey-butts, trying to decide if I have the energy to do anything. I have been slowly ploughing through the laundry, and I’ve been reading up on the Once A Month cooking that I want to do on Sunday. I didn’t realize it, but the menus include breakfast, lunch AND dinner. That is fabulous!! Everything frozen, everything waiting. It’s about time we used our massive deep freezer to its full potential
It’s 11:10am … I want to go for a nap. I think I’ll leave all of you to wallow in my awesomeness while I sleep on the couch. The bugz are watching Nemo (remember those good ol’ days??), so I’ll just pull the quilt up over my head until they’re ready to crash with me.
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It’s a busy, busy week, and my brain is trying desperately to distract me with sparkly objects instead of working. Thus, blogging for my sanity and focus!
I’m picking up some extra classes at the studio this week while Jess recovers from a wicked cold. I totally shanghai’d her schedule so that she could get better – I’m one of those people who doesn’t ever get sick (knock wood!) while I’m working. My body knows how to behave itself and wait til holidays – ha!! So, I’m pulling in 3 extra classes from yesterday and today, and perhaps 3 more on Thursday. My body is tired, but feels good at the same time
What else is new and exciting? Well, the bugz are doing much better in the mornings as we pack up for day-home-drop-off, but they are still kind of grumpy when we get home at night. They’re good for the car ride, but they get cranky when supper isn’t ready. The meltdowns are pure exhaustion, and they are heart-breaking, but I’m glad everyone is adjusting well.
Our meal planning is going well. I was lazy this week in planning, and hope to be even lazier next week! My friend Erin told me about a fabulous idea: monthly freezer cooking! You do cooking for the month one weekend and then only need to defrost and cook each weekday. It’s like being pregnant all over again, ha ha.
No, I’m not. Don’t even jump to that conclusion, you vultures!
What else, what else?? I’ve been super bad and had Starbucks breakfast 3 of the past 4 days! They have a really tasty turkey-bacon/egg white sandwich that has gotten me through my 5 (or more) dance classes these few days. Nom nom nom I only teach 2 classes tomorrow, so I’ll have to break that habit!
My fabulous physiotherapist, Heidi, is going to have a heyday on my knee and IT-band when I see her on Thursday… I was supposed to see her late last week, but I felt great, so I decided to just wait. I had an IMS appointment for Monday that I had to cancel because I needed to teach a 9:15 class, so I am now booked for Thursday morning! My knee is not happy right now – not sore, but just weak and unstable. I haven’t been stretching (BAD!!!) and I have taught 27 classes between sessions.
Yikes.
Um, pray for me perhaps?? She’s going to beat and kill me, I’m sure. And it will be slow and painful in the way that beautiful physiotherapists tend to be.
That’s about all I can spew out onto the page for you right now. I need to drink more water and less coffee for the rest of the day and maybe steal a nap somewhere.
) I’m not sure what I googled to get the fabulous results I did, but they were mind-blowing to say the least.
Plus, I had a two-hour nap today because my tired body demanded it!!
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