Looking for Some Spark

On Wednesday night I have piano class. It makes for a very long day. So on Thursday, I feel like I didn't get much rest. And I got up and went to the gym.

I'm working hard to get back into a routine. I made it to the gym four times this week. I haven't gotten sick—knock on wood. But I am totally worn out today.

I have tow more personal training sessions coming up. One this coming Monday, and one the Monday after that. I'm hoping this sparks some new motivation.

I still don't have a lot to say. So. . . .

Typhoid Mary Strikes Again

It appears that the bacteria Streptococcus had other plans for me last week. I was down with one of the worst cases of strep throat I ever had in my life, including the time I was in third grade. Ugh. I hate being sick all of the time. Once again, I'd like to thank my niece Typhoid Mary for another bout of illness.

I went to my personal training session today, and I bought two more. I really want to get back into the swing of things. So knock on wood, I hope can this week.

Nauseating Workout

Even after yesterday's nauseating workout, I made it to the gym again today. I did 30 minutes of cardio and some stretching. Tomorrow will be cardio and weights. I'm beginning to feel better. I may try to figure out my own workout. Who knows?

Wow. I can't think of anything to say.

Stop. I'm Gonna Puke

You know on the Biggest Loser when people are working out so hard they puke? Well, that's what my personal training session was like this morning. I thought I was going to puke. I still feel shaky. And I scheduled another one for next Monday. What was i thinking? Oh, it's all good. I'll be glad I did it—sooner or later.

I had the girls this weekend. That was fun. We went to the mall and walked 'til out legs were stubs. They were playing with baby dolls on the way home, and Liberty—the four-year-old—was telling hers, "I love you baby. I can't hit you baby." I thought I was going to die laughing. Soon after, they fell asleep. Where do they come up with this stuff?

One time when we were in a restaurant, Liberty—the same one—was standing up on the chair. I told her to sit down, and she looks at me and announces at the top of her lungs, "You can't hit me." I was mortified. I want you to know that I have never hit her in my life. It's funny now, but at the moment, I was like, "Oh dear God, I cannot believe you just said that."

So I'm working on getting back into exercising. My goal for this week is to go the gym five mornings. After today, anything I do on my own will pale in comparison.

Happy Valentine's Day—It's Really Tomorrow, But Who Cares, Really?

I made it to the gym four out of five days this week. Monday I have a personal training session at 5:30 a.m. That should prove interesting. But I can do that for one day. Right? This morning I did 45 minutes of cardio. I feel so much better—like I have enough oxygen now. Yesterday I was sleepy all day. My legs kind of ache though.

I try to make a big deal out of Valentine's Day for one reason—my husband died of sudden cardiac arrest, and I want people to take car of themselves so that they don't leave their loved ones too early. So I give Valentine's Day cards. I give Shoebox greeting cards from Hallmark. They're expensive, but they are the funniest cards going. Anyway, I think people enjoy them. Happy Valentine's Day.

I Don't Feel Like I'm Having a Heart Attack

Well, I've made it to the gym two days in a row. I set up two more personal training sessions—one for next Monday and one for the following Monday. I'm going to get back into working out, even if it kills me.

I was working out on an elliptical this morning, not paying much attention to the heart rate monitor, when I look down and it says 175. I'm thinking, "That cannot possibly be right." So I took my hands off of the handles and wiped them. Grabbed them again, and the new reading was 131. OK. So I know that my heart rate didn't drop that fast in a matter of five seconds. But it scared the pee out of me for a minute—well, not literally. The monitor obviously doesn't work when your palms are sweaty. I think I would know if I were experiencing tachycardia. But you never know.

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Well, I have a lot to do today. I am hoping that I'll be writing that I made to the gym again tomorrow.

Wondering whether the weather will get better?

I'm feeling much better today. And I don't feel as bloated. I didn't weigh myself, so I don't know if I lost anything.

I have a personal training session on Monday. I'm hoping that will get me back on track. I've been floundering for a while now.

I don't have a lot to say. I've sick for so long, I haven't done anything worth talking about. I will be glad when this winter is over. I've been so sick this year. I looked back through my posts, and I couldn't believe how many times I talked about being sick. So I've had enough. The weather is supposed to be better this weekend.

OK. I'm hoping to have more to tell next week.

I Love Jesus but I Drink a Little

Sick of Snow And Sick

I have been sick since last Wednesday. This virus really hangs on. I haven't been to the gym since last week. My diet has fallen apart and I gained four pounds since I first got sick. I think it's because I'm lying around—not really doing anything and, of course, eating too much. I feel very bloated and crappy, almost hung over.

The weather here remains crappy as well. This morning a surprise snow storm brought traffic to a halt—getting to work took more than an hour. It's usually a fifteen-minute drive.

But I have something I'm working on that's bringing me some pleasure. I'll let you know what if the time is ever right.

I need to get back to work.