Oh Yeah, I Still Got It

Dear Diary...

It's a rainy, blah morning here in my neck of the woods, Arkansas.  It's one of those days where I don't want to do anything but curl up in bed with a good book and doze in and out of sleep all day.  But that's not what I'm going to do.  I'm going to go play bingo, instead. 

Yesterday was very eventful.  I took Peanut skating for her birthday.  She invited a bunch of her friends to meet us there - and then we spent two hours of her avoiding me so I wouldn't embarrass her, and me trying to take myself back to days gone by when I would meet my friends at the skating rink - which was totally embarrassing, but I didn't care a bit. 

I realized that skating is like riding a bike.  No matter how many years have gone by - or how many pounds have been accumulated - I can still skate.  Pretty darn well, I might add.  Even if I couldn't go for hours - like I used to. 

It only took a few minutes for me to find my bearings - and a few minutes to realize how much exercise skating actually is.  Geez Louise, my legs were killing me 2.4 seconds in.  But I kept with it, though.  I'm surprised and a little disappointed that I'm not sore this morning.  I figured with the amount of discomfort I endured last night, I'd be sure to wake up with at least minor leg soreness.  But, alas, I got nada.

Jelly had her first experience skating with me - and she loved every second of it.  Once she overcame her fear of falling - she was hard to keep up with.  She didn't want to stay along the edges - where it was safe- she wanted to risk her life in the midst of the "big people".  My heart was in my throat more than once... but she pulled through just fine.

Peanut, Butter, and Jelly have all voiced their opinion on making skating a semi-regular family activity.  I have to agree.  It's an exercise I thoroughly enjoy - and despite being an embarrassment to my oldest child... I enjoy busting a move. 

This week, there's going to be a lot of moves being busted - in the gym.  I have to start getting back to some form of normalcy.  My allergies are better, testing is over, and there's no more excuses keeping me from working my tushy off.  The scale is still standing firm on the weight I didn't think I actually gained last week.  In fact, it's crept up even more.  I'm going to keep telling myself that the scale is mad at me for abandoning it for the last few weeks - and is trying to scare me in to not living without it for another couple of weeks.  Well, it's evil plan back fired... because staying off of it is exactly what I'm going to do.  I'm not getting back on the scale until May 18th.  My first day of summer vacation.

I'm crossing all my fingers and toes that I've lost some significant weight by then.  Yes, I understand it's only a month away - but I can lose a significant amount of weight in a month... right?  I may not be in the 16s that I want to be in... but I could be back to my 18s being a little looser than they are now.  Well, they're not lose at all right now - they are more along the lines of cutting off circulation.  I at least want to be able to move freely in my 18s. 

I found out Friday that I'd been accepted to a two week ESL academy that takes place in June.  It's an academy that will give me my ESL endorsement for my teaching license.  It's basically two years of graduate level college classes crammed in to 13 days.  Thirteen twelve hour days - in a row.  That's going to be brutal.  There won't be any time for working out during those two weeks - but I want to be in a position by then that it won't derail me completely...and set me back to the point that I'll spend the rest of the summer doing nothing.  Which means, I'm really going to have to push with all my might over the next two months.  I know I can do it.

Job hunting also begins this week.  You know that's going to be fantastic.  I keep telling myself that I'm not going to dwell on my stress - but use it as motivation in the gym and out on the road when I'm running.  I'll put myself into a meditative state of focusing on interview questions while I'm sweating my rear off.  That will take my mind off the pain - I hope.

OK, I've rambled on enough for one day.  I've got a casino to drive to - in the rain. 

Till next time. ;)