I stood on the scale this morning and it appears I am down 11.4 pounds from the 5th of January. So, I apologize for yesterday’s bitch session. I guess I want to lose weight faster, so I can run faster, so I can lose weight faster, blah, blah, blah.
Last night at track practice was a lot of fun. It was hard as hell, but it felt good. I am getting back to it. It just sucks to be so slow. At least I am doing it and for that, I will give myself credit.
My knee stopped hurting and now this stupid left ankle is complaining. Ugh. So frustrating. My joints are always complaining. I would like to start taking Glucosamine again, but I just do not know if it would affect the baby and I get conflicting information. I guess I just suffer through it.
Eric has decided to run the 10K on Saturday. So much fun!! He is going to try to keep up with me for as long as he can and then run the rest. This is going to be so much fun! It really should not be that hard for him to keep up with me.
I have not run 6 miles in a long time, so I have a bit of the jitters. I know I can do it. I guess I am having a hard time accepting that I am unlikely to finish in an hour like I did last year. You never know though. I have vowed to leave my GPS at home and run on effort, not on what the GPS says. Who knows, maybe I will smoke last year’s time.
I am wearing a pair of non-maternity jeans today, with a lovely non-maternity shirt. I cannot freaking believe it. Saturday’s race attire will include two work-out items that are also not maternity. WHOOO HOOO! Only 53 pounds until I reach my personal goal. LOL. 🙂 I am getting there.
Eric is leaving Sunday morning for Florida for 5 days. I am really sad. I have had offers of help from friends (thank you Aubrey and Tracey) and family (Angie, thank you, you are awesome) to help out with our canine children and Allison. He is going to be staying at the 3rd most beautiful beach in Florida, on the beach itself, in a resort. He has a conference for work (yeah, right, likely story ;-)) I am secretly (or not so secretly) jealous that he does not have boobs and can get away from the baby for FIVE.WHOLE.DAYS. Jerk.
Oh, by the way, we still have dogs and a cat. Yeah, sometimes we forget about them too. It is truly sad how neglected they are these days. They have been going out with me when I run a couple nights a week. Since I am unable to run until after Eric gets home and after dinner, we have all (the dogs, the husband, the kid, and I) been going out after dark. That way Eric can keep an eye on me and I feel safer with a pit bull running with me. They are so grateful for their time with us.
Friday Cat has been losing his hair, because he is still a nervous cat. What a neurotic freak. He licks himself until all the hair comes off. Weird. AND the frog? I am sad to say that Friday’s stuffed animal froggy friend is getting an awful lot of attention. (He loves his frog and it is the sickest thing you could ever see in your life. He is fixed, but he still likes to give his frog love. It is not right. I am too guilt-ridden from ignoring the poor cat to take his frog away. It is “kitty porn,” and it is gross.)
Progress all the way around is being made in the Lohr household overall. We are starting to normalize again.