Friday, September 26, 2008

A Pound Is a Pound Is a Pound

I have diligently followed my diet and exercise program lately and, as of this morning, have lost 5 pounds. I’m not getting too excited; it could be water weight and, with Aunt Flo and her merry team of sidekicks-the Horrormones-riding shotgun on my ass, I wouldn’t be surprised to see those five pounds creep back on in the next week or so.

I’m sticking to the program anyway. I just feel better when I religiously, compulsively and obsessively devote myself to eating well and exercising daily. For one thing, my back doesn’t hurt. And, my mood is significantly better; my emotions are stable (with the obvious exception of the times when stupid things like Hallmark commercials make me cry; see above: Horrormones) and I have a lot more patience with the kids.

Also, I need to make appointments for my annual check-up with the gyno as well as a routine physical with our new GP and; I don’t really want to go in until I am able to say-without lying-that I am taking proactive steps to improve my health.

Plus, I’m requesting a blood panel and, with my family history, fully expect my cholesterol level to be off the charts-improved diet not withstanding (we are producers, hear us roar!); I would like to be able to say that I am at least trying to make a dent in the number.

I know, all this diet and fitness talk, blah, blah, snore. Let’s talk about something else; The Girl has a volleyball game in a neighboring town tomorrow and she has to be at the school at 5:30.

A.M.

Bleh.

It’s times like these that I am glad we live a mere block and a half from the Middle School; I do not envy the “country kids” whose parents have to get out of bed to drive into town for drop-off. As it is, The Girl will walk to the school, calling us on her cell phone once she arrives safely. We will follow the bus a little later.

Hopefully, we will get back from the game in time to do the million and one chores that have accumulated around the house in the past several weeks and I might even manage some time to address my roots-please,please,please, let there be time to address my roots.

As an aside, I am old.

That is all.

2 comments:

Melimel said...

YOU go girl!! don't be so hard on yourself! remember you DID wear a 2 peice on your vacay!!! :)

Posey said...

Yeah, I have to agree with Melimel and the bikini. There would be no way in HELL that my jiggly lumpy legs could ever pull off a swimsuit without a pair of shorts.