Thursday, January 17, 2013

Send Good Thoughts and Throat Drops

Brian has an interview next week. This is the sort of job that we need. Believe me, I am praying hard core for this to come to fruition for us. If he got in, at the very least, it would double his income. Yes, double it. Next Thursday he has an informational meeting and Friday there is a phone interview. Please send good thoughts because I really want him to get this job, he really wants this job, and we really need this to happen.

I started training for my 5K the other day, and dammmmmn. I haven't ever run on a treadmill before and there is a reason for that. It hurts my shins like none other! I was starting to think maybe it was because I can't run, being fat and out of shape. Or maybe I am not capable of running, but that is a dirty rotten lie and I know it.
Y'see, I used to run all the time. I was in marching band and color guard, so running? Not optional. Mandatory. Last year, before I got pregnant I was running. Outside. Because I was training for a 5K.

I am going to run that damn 5K. I will train on the elliptical until the weather gets warm enough and I get confident enough to take it to the actual race trail. Then I will practice there. Running until I can't stand it anymore. And I will celebrate. There will be victories this year, friends. Only victories.

I am surprisingly not feeling well! I don't know what it is, but I woke up this morning with a huge sore throat. Every time I cough, I get bloody mucus, which sounds only half as terrifying as it looks, I promise. I have been inhaling water like its been going out of style and Brian was sweet enough to let me dope myself up with some NyQuil and sleep all day until he had to work.

I'm hoping its nothing serious, like my throat cells are cracked and bleeding maybe like a cracked heel or a cut in the skin... and that it's simply trying to repair itself but all the DAMNED SWALLOWING I am doing is interfering with the process. Seriously, I swallow every two seconds it seems.

The worst part about being sick as a parent isn't that no one takes care of you... it's that "oh shit I hope my kid doesn't get this" moment that you have every 1.5 nanoseconds it seems.

But Drake hasn't been acting any different than usual and he eats EVERYTHING so I am sure its only me who is feeling like a bag of shit lately. Hope I get better soon, because I don't want to spend any money on dr's visits. That shit is expensive without insurance, you know.

On a positive note, I lost 4 lbs this week. I was on my lady time, so naturally I swelled up like a balloon, but once the bloat subsided and I returned to earth from floating about the atmosphere, I ended up with a huge LOSS. Fantastic!! Woohoo! I credit most of it to the JM cleanse I am doing, but also the whole getting to the gym, exercising, and not eating like a fucking pig thing too.

Oink. Okay, I am going to go pass out again. Hoping that I can get to the gym tonight. I can't skip a training.

1 comment:

  1. Fingers crossed that Brian gets the job.

    I know strep has been going around, so hopefully you're just dealing with some random winter allergies. *hugs* I hope you're feeling better today!

    Go you on the 5K training! The most I've ever done on a treadmill is a brisk walk. I'm clumsy and afraid of falling off the thing. I do like the elliptical, though (you know, after I got over a fear of falling of that).


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