Yesterday was a weird day. Weird, I tell you. I had woken up in the night nauseous. Not like I was going to puke at any moment, but just that feeling of being sick and every time you see or think of food you get grossed out. No matter how hard I tried to not think about slimy egg yolks on toast, I couldn’t stop.
At first I thought I was pregnant, but then I remembered my eggs are really old and Ken was fixed. For the life of me I can’t remember a late night rendezvous with the milkman, so no mid-life baby for me.
The nausea continued after I dropped the kids off (<-I’m not saying I pooped. I’m literally saying I dropped the kids off). I was going to go to a 90 minute hot yoga class, but honestly, the thought of twisting and contorting my body in 105 degree heat made me want to throw up more. Plus, some turd always farts in the studio and I knew I would gag.
So, instead I laid on the couch for two straight hours and watched “Extreme Makeover: Weight Loss Edition,” which is basically the Biggest Loser on steroids (you can watch episodes HERE). I can’t remember the last time I watched TV like that during the day (okay, maybe the Olympics, but that doesn’t count). It felt indulgent and oh-so-good.
I love this guy, but I do think he needs to get that thing on the back of his head checked out.
It didn't go away when he lost weight.
This was one on my favorite episodes ever because the contestant, Jarvez, started at 548 pounds and lost 281 pounds or something crazy like that. That dude never, ever found an excuse to not exercise or eat right. His head stayed in the game the entire time, and he never lost his sense of humor (although I saw him for 120 minutes out of entire year – 525,600 minutes – so maybe he was a douche the rest of the time, but I doubt it).
Unlike Jarvez, I hardly ate yesterday – half a turkey sandwich, a bowl of Kashi cinnamon harvest cereal and lots of ginger ale. This is about 1/8 of what I eat on a given day, so I didn’t recognize myself – laying on the couch, moaning, not eating. I slept for a solid 8 hours last night, and woke up much better. I put on my new favorite running skirt and felt like superwoman (with old eggs):
I don’t know about you, but I have a hard time find running skirts that fit right (I don’t like them too long), and feel ultra comfortable while running. This has now become my favorite skirt. It’s the Laser Cut Skort for $54 and comes in lots of fun colors. I love the cute detail on the side.
The boy shorts underneath stay in place.
Sometimes I have trouble with the sizing at Athleta. I find their running skirts are big. I usually would wear an XS or small, but this one is an XXS. I know Athleta can be expensive, but the quality is good. And, they have great sales if you keep your eye out.
I headed out for a 6 mile run (tempo). I felt crappy. I had such bad stomach cramps at mile 5 I had to stop to avoid a mess (I would cry if my new skirt got soiled). I made it home without incident. I’m whipping up some minestrone soup (best recipe HERE – I think the key is so many veggies and adding plain tomato sauce to the broth) and am hoping this stomach crap is just a small blip on my big radar of life. Or, maybe we’ll have a new baby born in May 2013.
Speaking of babies, this time of year always leaves me unsettled. This year in particular. Sam started high school, Emma middle school. If your kids are really small and high school seems like it will never come, trust me it will and you will cry and wonder how you squandered all your time away.
Feel free to say, “awww..” if you want to. This picture was taken right before he tackled her to the ground and made her cry. (My sister in law, Jen, took this. She is such an amazing photographer!).
The start to the school year reminds me of new beginnings and it always makes me want a fresh start. I used to love the excitement and anticipation that went along with the first day of school. As a mom, each time they go back to school I think I need to revamp my life or something. I think about the years creeping by, and how in just a few years they will both be gone (they better be gone. No one is living in my basement). Even though I am first and foremost a mom (who has 40 part time jobs), I wonder what else my life’s work will be.
Most of the time I soul-search for a day or two then forget about it and go back to worrying about when the season premier of Survivor is and how I can get the smell out of my running clothes. I am very deep.
When’s the last time you’ve been really sick – like the kind of sick where you can’t move and your mom has to come take care of you? I think for me is was a kidney infection I had about 20 years ago.
What’s your favorite running skirt? I love this new one from Athleta, but my other favorite is the Marathon Girl Ultra from Skirt Sports and anything from Running Skirts.
Who knows when The Biggest Loser Starts again? I could NOT believe our boy, Dolvette, was the first to go on Stars Earn Stripes. Dude needs to learn to swim.
SUAR
