One-derland!

199, y'all.

This morning when I woke up, I thought, "I bet I can run to Kroger and back."  And I did.  Five miles.  I was running for 2.9 of those miles and sweating my ASS off.  On my way back I was crossing the street when a woman in an SUV waved me down.  She said, "I saw you going up that way earlier.  You're doing a great job.  Keep it up."  :)  It was very kind and made me feel really good. There's an older guy in my neighborhood who always cheers me on when he sees me running.  Why are these people so nice?  It reminds me of just how little effort it takes to make someone feel good and encourages me to do the same for others.

In celebration of my weigh-in today, I went to Kiss and Make Up to buy new bras.  Mine were WAY too big, but I made myself wait until I reached my first goal to buy new ones.  As always, going there is like heaven.  Ruth, the owner, is a true treasure and just looked at me to guess how much weight I had lost and what my new bra size would be.  I went from a 40G to a 36G.  My cup size didn't change, but I lost 4 inches on the band!!!!  Putting on the new bra, I felt like my breasts were floating.  There are few greater joys in life than truly supported, lifted and separated breasts.  

So...here we are in ONE-derland (as they say on Biggest Loser).  I haven't been here since my Southbeach days in my senior year of college.  2003.  9 years.  I gotta say... I'm pretty proud.

Gross

I feel completely gross.

I'm on my period and still trying to keep up with the running, but this old school cramping is killing me.   From my shoulders to my knees--PAIN.  There should be a service for women when they are suffering menses where someone comes to take care of her child so that said child does not spend the day in only a diaper eating cereal, bananas, and leftover noodles.

I got slightly motivated during nap time and took down the old drapery rods.  Then I realized that I needed a drill to put up a new one.  So now I'm sitting on the couch in pain and the love seat has all kinds of broken blinds and screws and brackets littering the cushions.  I like the window with nothing on it, but when I expressed this opinion to Jesse, he said, "I don't.  It's scary.  People and aliens can look in."

On that note, fb brought me this gem today:

.7

Gain.  Again.

I will be under 200 on Sunday.

First Week of Weight GAIN

201.7.

This week has been rough, but the problem lies in my depressed state.  I was eating out because I didn't feel like cooking/preparing anything.  I wasn't running because I kept finding other things I "needed" to do.  I'm really disappointed in myself because I really thought I'd kill 200 this week.

I just feel like everything in my life is up in the air.  No job.  No job prospects.  No income plan.

At least my kid is cute.

First "Sentence"

Help me.

She's so cute.

I Won Second Place!

Woot!  I weighed in at 201.  Just 2 lbs shy of my goal for this challenge.  Then this week has been another emotional roller coast and I can feel myself sliding back into bad choices called "McDonald's" or "Taco Bell" or "Hong Kong Delivery".  I also haven't run since Sunday. It is Thursday.

I had another interview this week.  It was for a part-time position in Hanover.  The principal was interesting.  She went on and on about how strong the theatre program is, then she told me the time-line of said program.  For 10 years the school had a full-time teacher and did musicals like "Seussical" and "Annie".  Then she cut the position to part-time, which caused the teacher to leave.  Last year she had a teacher who was part-time theatre and part-time language arts.  Since the LA position was cut and the teacher needs a full-time position, they are hiring someone for just part-time theatre.  It sounds like to me that the theatre classes are on the chopping block.  Now, that either means that theatre is low on the priority list for this principal or that the class numbers are low-- which would make sense if the teacher previously was doing only musicals. Let's be real-- if kids want to sing, they'll take chorus.  I didn't leave with a sense of my prospects positive or not, but I don't know about if I'd take it part-time if it was offered to me.  Sigh...

In Margot news, she mockingbird-ed her first curse word the other night.  "B!tch".  So proud.  Before you get all judgey-pants, you should know that no one was calling anyone a b!tch.  She also started sleeping in her crib for a few hours a night. Baby steps!