That my wedding and engagement rings fit me again! I refused to get them resized, once I got too fat to wear them. A few weeks ago, I tried them, and they fit but felt super tight. A week ago, I put them on, and Hello! They fit! The Hubmeister reckons that this means that we are newlyweds again, and thus, we need to book in some newlywed action at every available opportunity! I love that he now ogles me like he did when we were 20-somethings. How exciting, to have found a new spark in a nearly 15 year old marriage!!
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
It's been a while!
Wow... my poor old blog! I've neglected you, big time! A lot has been happening, some good, some bad, some totally fricken awesome!
I did the 10km Fun Run! I ran the whole way, and completed it with a very mediocre time, but it doesn't matter! I felt 10 feet tall, and bulletproof as I crossed the finish line. Very addictive stuff! I have to share that, as I turned the corner and came into the home straight, with the finish line in sight, my iPod (which was on Shuffle) started playing Lady Gaga's "Edge of Glory" which has always been a very inspiring song for me. I ran that last little bit with tears streaming down my face as I thought of everyone who had helped me to get this far. People cheered as I crossed the line, and one sweet stranger came up and high-fived me, and I knew I'd startle her if I turned around and hugged her, but that's what I felt like doing. At many points during the run, I thought about stopping to walk for a while. Especially, when some moron volunteer announced that I'd just passed the halfway point (and I was soooo sure I was closer to finishing than that!). Whenever I thought about walking, I imagined Mish was beside me, telling me that I could slow to a shuffle, but I was not to stop, under any circumstances. I also thought of all the beautiful members of my support crew, who have encouraged me along the way. A comment here and there, an email, my amazing hubby who has allowed me to take all the time I need to get to this point, etc. My middle son, did the 5km run, so we bonded over the run, got to share the emotion and all the hype! Not to mention the training that we did together. Well, sort of together... he's pretty fast, so I chose to run around the lake with him, so that he could dash off ahead and I could still keep an eye on him!
The race was on Sunday, and on Tuesday I went to see a physio about some knee pain that had been bothering me for months. As a nurse, I usually go in with "worst case scenario" in my head. This time, I thought it was minor. He informed me that he thinks it's a meniscal tear, which could require surgery, and 6 weeks of rest. OMG! I'm not convinced, and am waiting on an MRI to either confirm or deny. I'm just having to be creative with my training in the meantime.
My weight loss has slowed a bit, and I'm sure that this comes from getting uber close to goal, and I've allowed a few treats to sneak in here and there. I still have my eyes on the prize, and nothing will stop me from getting there, but I'm happy to just cruise into goal now, as I'm super happy with my weight and the way I look.
The next step is the INK. OMG! I hate tattoos. As a nurse, I've seen a lot of them, and most of them are pretty fricken ridiculous. The most freaky one was when we were wrapping up someone who had died, and he had a date tattooed on his ankle. The date was exactly 30 years prior to the date of his death. <insert spooky music> However, I want and need a permanent reminder of what I did to myself to get obese, and what I did to earn it all back again. Something permanent to remind me that I'm never going back there, and that I'm so proud of myself for regaining control. Stay tuned! I'll share a pic when it's done. My BFF, who has walked many a mile in my shoes, both the heavy and the HOT, is going to share the whole inking thing with me, and I can't wait!!
I did the 10km Fun Run! I ran the whole way, and completed it with a very mediocre time, but it doesn't matter! I felt 10 feet tall, and bulletproof as I crossed the finish line. Very addictive stuff! I have to share that, as I turned the corner and came into the home straight, with the finish line in sight, my iPod (which was on Shuffle) started playing Lady Gaga's "Edge of Glory" which has always been a very inspiring song for me. I ran that last little bit with tears streaming down my face as I thought of everyone who had helped me to get this far. People cheered as I crossed the line, and one sweet stranger came up and high-fived me, and I knew I'd startle her if I turned around and hugged her, but that's what I felt like doing. At many points during the run, I thought about stopping to walk for a while. Especially, when some moron volunteer announced that I'd just passed the halfway point (and I was soooo sure I was closer to finishing than that!). Whenever I thought about walking, I imagined Mish was beside me, telling me that I could slow to a shuffle, but I was not to stop, under any circumstances. I also thought of all the beautiful members of my support crew, who have encouraged me along the way. A comment here and there, an email, my amazing hubby who has allowed me to take all the time I need to get to this point, etc. My middle son, did the 5km run, so we bonded over the run, got to share the emotion and all the hype! Not to mention the training that we did together. Well, sort of together... he's pretty fast, so I chose to run around the lake with him, so that he could dash off ahead and I could still keep an eye on him!
The race was on Sunday, and on Tuesday I went to see a physio about some knee pain that had been bothering me for months. As a nurse, I usually go in with "worst case scenario" in my head. This time, I thought it was minor. He informed me that he thinks it's a meniscal tear, which could require surgery, and 6 weeks of rest. OMG! I'm not convinced, and am waiting on an MRI to either confirm or deny. I'm just having to be creative with my training in the meantime.
My weight loss has slowed a bit, and I'm sure that this comes from getting uber close to goal, and I've allowed a few treats to sneak in here and there. I still have my eyes on the prize, and nothing will stop me from getting there, but I'm happy to just cruise into goal now, as I'm super happy with my weight and the way I look.
The next step is the INK. OMG! I hate tattoos. As a nurse, I've seen a lot of them, and most of them are pretty fricken ridiculous. The most freaky one was when we were wrapping up someone who had died, and he had a date tattooed on his ankle. The date was exactly 30 years prior to the date of his death. <insert spooky music> However, I want and need a permanent reminder of what I did to myself to get obese, and what I did to earn it all back again. Something permanent to remind me that I'm never going back there, and that I'm so proud of myself for regaining control. Stay tuned! I'll share a pic when it's done. My BFF, who has walked many a mile in my shoes, both the heavy and the HOT, is going to share the whole inking thing with me, and I can't wait!!
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