... for the birthday wishes!
Twas indeed a fabulous day :)
Who else can say they had strangers (plural - more than one person) playing with their tits, on their birthday? EXACTLY!
Sweet mammaries...
WW ;)
PS. Got another job, with Parks Canada. It's seasonal. Benefits all year through. And a regular pay check. Ahhhh...
39 and counting...
Relaxed at a mineral spa pool for the morning.
Boob squishing torture session followed.
Lunch by 3pm with yummy dessert.
My mom and my bestest friend from grade three, BOTH joined me.
Met up with my honey, bought our new laptop.
Eating and celebrating with the two munchkins still at home.
Time to unwind; a movie about a mouse...
Happy Day!
A white laundry basket!
I was given a crap load of books yesterday, by a very generous client of mine.
Pabster has recommended, in the past, the book, "Stone Angel". It was amongst several other 'should reads' I have always meant to read. Ya!
Hooked to books, it could be worse. A lot worse ;)
Tomorrow is the Majestic's Car Show and the Taboo Sex Trade Show. I'm equally pumped! Okay, I'm leaning towards the trade show an eency weensy bit more; cool toys to buy! And the "feelings/emotions/responses" from attending such a fun place :)
Ahhh, it's pretty cool being me!
Today, my daughter (turned 13 last week), had her birthday party. Last week was Easter break so we planned for it this weekend. From 3-7pm I enjoy the company of a million of her closest friends! Alright, about 27, seriously. Ugh. We held the festivities at the fitness studio I rent. "Survivor" was our theme, challenges were the game. And not slapping the shit out of them was my goal; successfully completed I might add. WOO HOO me!
A few games on Wordscrapper and Scramble and I'm off to bed. Getting up every day at 5:30 for a run makes for early bedtimes!
Night,
Golly, golly, gosh.
This morning was weigh in (WEEK 3) and I stayed the same, dangit!
Shit sticks!
Yeah, it's better than gaining. I know. My goal is 3 lbs a week; this week I will have to lose 6lbs now. Good Lord! LOL
Oh well. I know where I faltered, so, it's all good. I'll stop eating all the icing off the cakes we consume for birthday celebrations, for the next few weeks. The dogs probably don't need to eat all the cake I discard. I just LOVE icing.
I will limit my obsession to ONE piece, that's it, that's all, no more, the end :)
AND, I really need to eat veggies. I hate em. Yuck. This week I will implement a salad a day to up my veggie intake. The drinking of water I have been doing rather good on, as my running seems to be taking off; last week I ran every day!
Some less, some more, some faster, some slower... it's a great feeling of accomplishment when I'm finished whatever "type" of walk/run/jog/wog ;-)
Believe it or not, today I feel pretty darn goddess like. Even without the scheduled 3lbs loss that was to happen. Odd. Interesting.
Oh...
That darn D-Word. Or was I simply just a little down? People have ups and downs, I'm assured by friends and family (even the occasional therapist). My downs, are dark, deep, scary places lasting for days, weeks, and if I'm not too careful months. With the support of people that really do seem to care, I'm back :)
At the beginning of April I decided to take control of my life again. With this goal set forth before me, it was inevitable that the dreaded "change" thing was going to have to happen. It did. Happen, that is :)
- I teach 10 classes per week, three of these are an early morning learn to run group which really has my spirits lifted! My stability ball class is more about balance and stuff that's new to me - hard for me to do. I'm having such a learning blast, feeling muscles I forgot I had! I was once at 8lb weights in class (most women use a 2lb, 3lb or at most 5lb weights) I was down to a 3lb weight, and still the energy wasn't available for me to use. I'm up to the 5lbs again and sometimes the 8lbs ;) It feel glorious - are those angels in heaven that I hear?
Even on the days I don't teach. MY run days. For me, and only me. I allow one day off a week whereas I typically have a pajama day - yay!
I hate running. LOL - A lot. But for my mind, running is like therapy for my spirits; they soar after accomplishing the run. Sometimes, I work through shit. Often, I just concentrate on running, moving my feet forward, not giving up, breathing, and of course the most important aspect of the run, a smile :) Cheesy? Yeah, but it works for me! Seriously, when my run is over life seems clearer; the clouds part allowing the warm sunshine upon me and for the rest of my day.
Last time I did this was right before surgery two years ago. I knew I was up. And I was. This knowledge didn't send me over the edge, rather the knowing has allowed me the courage to take some control back in regards to my eating behaviours. It's all good. And if I ever decide to make a fitness/running clothing line, I want the name to be "Chunky Monkey Gear"... Has a definite cute ring to it, no?
One of my journal endings went something like this,
"I'm dying and starving to death!"
I wasn't. I felt like I was. I wrote it down. I laughed. I shared it with others and made them laugh. I succeeded in doing what was needing to be done.
I'm like an indestructible bug ;)
Perhaps an hour a week? Yeah, one program a week sounds about right. I, however have been reading - my escape from reality. And loving it!
In recent news:
Easter was fantastic. All four kidlettes were home Friday night, we did dinner/supper that evening. The Saturday our Easter bunny came (she got up at 3am to hide approximately 100 eggs - Mr. Bunny helped too) all the kids, 20, 19, 18, 13 hunted for the darn eggs! And then we made a big breakfast enjoying having everyone around for the last time for a while... truly a blessed weekend :)
This weeks it is little monkey butt's birthday (turned 13).
Next week my sexy handsome husband's birthday is on for Monday.
And the following week after his mine appears before my very eyes. I'll be 39, what a weird age. It feels odd just typing it ;-)
Hmmm, my life isn't really THAT exciting, but I'm okay with it, totally!
My blessings:
- a husband who loves me and treats me like a princess all depending on the costume ;-)
- four kids managing their way through life the best they can, learning so much all the time
- family support and love reaching out to me always
- a gaggle of well meaning, caring people around for me when I need them
- life, happiness, feeling good, allowing myself a cry when is needed (twice a year would be ample), feeling like I truly do matter
- etc...
Until next time - enjoy!
Blowing, making, popping.
Sticky, messy, wet.
Laughing, smiling, fun.
Exuberant, joyously unrestrained, childlike.
Yay bubbles!
Aw, now who doesn't love bubbles?
Naturally, I must point out the equally obvious and adorable baby face!
Aw!
