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For the majority of the week, I just didn't have much to say. I've just been getting back into the swing of normal life. I'm feeling 100% better, luckily! I got back to the gym Tuesday and Wednesday, and taught a great class. Yesterday, though, everything was derailed by Nick being sick. Poor little guy has missed the first two days of summer school, and is absolutely pathetic! He ate a banana and a waffle yesterday morning around 8 or 9, and has literally not eaten anything since, as of 2 p.m. today. He's been running a fever between 100 and 103, and has been very lethargic and sleeping a lot. We have kept him sipping Gatorade and water, which is good, but he just has no interest in food. He's been complaining of a headache, and ended up throwing up twice yesterday. This morning, when his fever was still there and he still felt awful, I decided to seek medical attention. I couldn't get an appointment at our hospital or at any of the local clinics where I was authorized to go, so I took him to the ER. Luckily, it was quite empty and we were in and out of the hospital in 2.5 hours, including getting X-rays and waiting at the pharmacy for his meds! Not bad. The doctor suspects a sinus infection, which is really odd, since there has been absolutely no snot. But apparently, his sinuses are swollen and the sinus X-ray looked "cloudy." So, he was given Amoxicillin and Zyrtec (which, oddly, is an allergy med - so does the doc think it's an infection, or allergies, or both?). The medical care here is spotty at best. Though I haven't officially worked out today, my arms and back have gotten quite a workout because I've had to carry my 48-lb. child all over creation. He just didn't want to walk, so I carried him all over the hospital and from the hospital to the car. Yes, I'm quite the She-Ra. :) Now, we're back home and he's in bed, dozing and still not eating. He still has a fever, but it's down around 100 now. Wish us luck that he feels much better tomorrow and can go to school on Monday!
Click here to view my latest online photo album, with pictures from the past month. There are some good ones! Here are 3 of the 14, just to tease you...
So, I taught my sculpt class last night, and it went pretty well. There were a couple of things I couldn't keep doing - moves that were more "cardio" in nature. I just had to quit and keep counting for the students. But, I made it through the whole class, and did almost everything. The only other incident was at the end when we were stretching, and I got a pretty bad head-rush and felt faint. But, I stopped what I was doing, and I was OK. So, I consider the class a success! It was good to be back up there teaching, and it felt good to work my muscles. After class, I was pretty tired, but still felt a lot better than I have lately.And this morning (knock on wood), I daresay that I feel WAY better! I stopped taking the antibiotics yesterday, like I said I would, and I really do wonder now if they were what was making me feel so awful. This morning, I haven't had any nausea or lightheadedness, and I feel a bit tired, but much more like my usual self. Could this be the light at the end of the tunnel? I sure hope so. Brian has gone to work today, for the first time since this all started, so it's a bit weird that I'm on my own today with Nick. But, I think we're going to have a good day. I'm not going to go to boot camp class this morning - as the name indicates, it's pretty strenuous, and I don't want to push my luck right now. But, I might take Nick to the gym and just use the treadmill or elliptical for awhile. As for the rest of the day, I'm not sure what we'll do, but I'll figure out something. I just hope that I don't hit a wall today and end up exhausted again. But, I'm optimistic that that won't happen. And I'm beside myself with excitement, because tonight is the season premiere of So You Think You Can Dance - the most faboo show ever! :)
So, I was hoping that this would be the day when I would feel much better. I had such high hopes when I woke up! I took stock, thinking, well, I'm a bit tired, but I feel generally OK. I got out of bed, put some clothes on, and went in the kitchen to make my breakfast. As I was making it, I was feeling a little nauseated. Sometimes I feel mild nausea when I'm hungry, so I figured that was it. It kept getting worse, though, and I kept having to stop and just lean on the counter during my preparations. By the time I sat down at the table, I entered into a full-blown attack of the most horrible nausea you can imagine. I broke out in a sweat over my entire face and body, and I literally felt like I needed to either barf right that minute or just die - there was no other viable alternative. I hung my head over our "barf bowl", crying and whimpering. (I've mentioned that I'm a total pansy when I feel awful.) Eventually, I began to feel better, and I managed to eat my breakfast. (Never did barf.) I no longer feel nauseated, but I just feel generally weak, tired, and "not right." Grrr. My high hopes have been dashed, once again. I'm really hoping that the nausea is a side effect of the antibiotics, as nausea is actually listed as one of the possibilities. As for the tiredness and weakness, I'm just not sure, though my brother (a drug rep) confirmed for me that I'm taking an awfully high dose of an awfully strong antibiotic. So, even if tiredness and weakness aren't listed, I guess it's possible that in my case, those could be side effects. It would, of course, be highly preferable if all of this is caused by my meds, rather than being indicative of something else wrong with me. When I talked to my doc two days ago, she wanted me to stop the meds three days early (which would be today). This makes me really nervous, as my worst nightmare would be that there are resistant bacteria left in my body which would regroup and cause an even worse infection, but the doctor seems confident that 7 days is plenty to avoid that. Ten days is the gold standard for antibiotics - the CYA duration, if you will, but she thinks that 7 days is more than enough to have eradicated the bacteria. I had been waffling about whether to take her advice or finish the course, but after this morning, I think I'm going to take my chances and take her advice. I just feel like I need to know if it's the meds causing all this, and the sooner I'm off of them, the sooner I'll know and the sooner I will have relief if it IS the meds. Does all this make sense? So, it's a gamble, but I'm going to stop the meds today. I'll let you know what transpires...After much agonizing, I have also decided to go ahead and teach my class tonight. I know I probably shouldn't, but I really need to get back in there and do something. And since it's a sculpt class, I can always stop doing the reps and just count for my students if I have to. I just really hate to miss two weeks in a row, ya know? And I'm not stupid - I will NOT keep pushing myself if I start to feel terrible. I'll let you know how it goes...
After another day of being exhausted, I decided I had to do SOMETHING, so I decided to try going to step class this evening, after 10 days with no workout. I knew that it would be hard and I might not be able to get through it, but the reality was still sobering and frustrating. I managed to get through a half hour, and that was pushing it. And I wasn't even doing it "all the way." If I had really gone whole hog, I probably could have gotten through 10-15 minutes, max. The worst part was that I didn't have the energy to do any real jumping jacks - I had to modify them. This from a woman who can do jumping jacks for a couple of minutes if I have to! I'm glad I went and worked out a bit, but it was pretty depressing. :( At least now I know where I am right now, and what I'm up against. And before you start yelling at me for going, I believe it was the right thing to do, I DID listen to my body and modify my movements, and I wasn't in any danger, nor did I ever feel like I might fall or pass out. So there. :) I'm still undecided as to whether I should teach my sculpt class tomorrow evening. I guess I'll see how I feel. I can always stop doing the moves if I need to, and just count while the class does them. We shall see. Lordy, I hope I don't have mono - I won't know until next week....
Here I was, all rarin' to go today, thinking I was going to get back into the swing of things and have some semblance of normalcy again. I was going to take Nick to daycare and go to step class. And then this morning, it happened: I felt like I was going to pass out again, and have felt weak, tired, lightheaded, and queasy ever since. I have once again spent the morning in bed, and am beyond frustrated. Apparently, the doctor now thinks I could have mono, and I'll be going in for a blood test later today. Great. That's all I have to say right now.
We had a good time in Springfield, celebrating my niece's college graduation. I was quite tired on Saturday, and slept the whole car drive there, but I managed a quick shopping trip to JCPenney, where I scored a fabulous little dress to wear to the grad party. We made our way to my sister's house, and much fun and laughter and love were had by all. I love my niece so much, and am so sad to see her leave, but I'm excited for her as she embarks on the rest of her life. She's heading to Florida to pursue a master's and her dream of becoming a marine biologist. We ended up playing UNO until quite late at night, and boy did my bed (at Dad's house) welcome me when I finally slipped into it! We got home today around 2:30, and here I am. I'm really feeling a lot better today - yay! It's sort of weirding me out that "normal life" starts again tomorrow. Everything sort of went on hold and entered some strange parallel universe this past week when I was so sick, and now it's going to be business as usual. I'm a little nervous about going to step class after 10 days of not working out, but I'll just listen to my body and won't push myself - promise! I'll let you know how the week goes...
I think the antibiotics are finally starting to conquer this infection, though I'll admit that I'm surprised and disappointed at how slowly I'm improving. I'm still very weak today, and my throat still hurts, though it is a bit better. I'll probably still spend some extra time in bed today, but I'm still really hoping to make the trip to Springfield tomorrow for my niece's graduation. I had another sweaty, restless night last night, and continue to fluctuate between feeling temperate and being sweaty and clammy, but the dizziness and faintness are gone, and I'm just feeling a lot more like my usual self. I guess I just thought that almost 48 hours after receiving the first antibiotics, I would be feeling even better than I am. This really must be some nasty infection - I'll be interested to get the results of the strep culture next week. Knock on wood - I haven't developed any side effects from the antibiotics yet. I've been eating a lot of Dannon Activia yogurt, which will hopefully help me to avoid diarrhea. That's about the full report at this point. Thanks again to all of my friends and family who have been so caring and concerned - it means more than you will ever know. I feel so loved! My hope and plan is to be back on track as of Monday - I'm going to go to the gym Monday morning and do the class, and I'll just quit early or dial it back if I need to. Don't worry - I won't overdo it, and will listen to my body. I really hope to re-enter the land of the living next week, and to talk to and see my friends! Wish me luck...
OK - the plot thickened considerably with my illness, but thank God, it finally seems to be thinning out, and I think I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. It was a lot more serious than I could have known. I guess there's nothing to do but start where I left off...So, Tuesday, I continued to feel really crappy. I ended up spending most of the day in bed and felt very tired and weak. My swallowing pain continued to worsen, and the lymph node seemed to get even bigger. Luckily, Brian was able to take Nick to preschool before work in the morning, and was then able to pick him up and bring him home on his lunch break, so I could just stay home and in bed. I continued to have a headache, and to have a fever on-and-off, and alternated between being cold and feeling like I was having hot flashes. If you're wondering why I didn't seek medical attention Tuesday, I guess I don't have a really great answer for that. For one thing, our ER is useless, as you're going to spend at least 5 hours waiting there. And for whatever reason, I just kept thinking I had a virus (even though my throat hurt, it didn't hurt badly enough, at this point, to make me think of strep), so there was no point in going to the doctor. I just figured I'd rest and sleep, and it would take care of itself. Stupid! I ended up having a milk shake for dinner Tuesday, as eating solid food had lost its appeal at that point. One thing that really sucks about me is that I never lose my appetite when I'm sick. So, all this time, I've had to eat, and it's been excruciating! Every swallow is torture. I had a pretty crappy night Tuesday night - I slept OK, but sweated a lot and woke up a few times. Things really came to a head Wednesday morning. I woke up and my throat pain had worsened; the lymph node was still just as big. At this point, I started thinking maybe I had strep, and I figured I'd call for an appointment as soon as I got out of the shower. About halfway through my shower, I was suddenly overcome with an indescribably terrible feeling, and came *THIS CLOSE* to passing out. I simply could not remain in an upright position any longer. I didn't actually black out, but I ended up collapsing, lying in the tub with the water streaming over me, crying and calling for Brian. Since he was across the house and the door to the bedroom was shut, it took quite a while for him to finally hear me, and I was pretty upset by the time he got in there. All I can say is thank God he didn't go in to work early Wednesday, as is his usual custom. He didn't have to be in until 9, and had decided to stay home until 8:30. If he hadn't been here when that happened, I don't know what I would have done. He helped me out of the tub, and without even drying off, I just collapsed on the bed. I stayed there for awhile, until I had a bit more strength. Going to the ER was still a bad option, as I mentioned before. Getting an "acute care" appointment still seemed the way to go. So, I called the hospital and was given authorization to go to the local off-post St. John's clinic. I called the clinic and was told to come as soon as I could, and they would fit me in. In the meantime, my dear husband called work and explained what was going on so that he wouldn't have to go in. I got to the clinic and only had to wait about 45 minutes, which is a lot better than the ER. The doctor who saw me seemed very nice and competent, and she also seemed pretty alarmed. They did a rapid strep test, which only tests for strep A, and that was negative. But, there are several strains of strep. The doctor told me that she thought I had a peri-tonsular abscess, which is pretty serious and beyond the scope of that clinic. She thought that my huge lymph node was, in fact, an abscess (basically, a pocket full of infected pus). She explained that these can grow very quickly and can obstruct breathing and become quite serious, and that it would probably have to be drained in addition to being treated with antibiotics. Well, I certainly didn't see all of that coming! She sent me directly to an ENT in a clinic 20 miles up the interstate. So, off I went to the clinic. After waiting for 2 hours in the waiting room and feeling ever-crappier, I finally saw the ENT, and I think it was worth the wait. In fact, I shudder to think of what might have happened if I hadn't seen an ENT, or had seen someone less experienced. She, too, seemed quite alarmed as I described my progression of symptoms and mentioned almost passing out and being unable to stand up. She looked in my throat and said she was sure that I had some strain of strep - they did a complete strep culture, the results of which I won't know until next week. She then determined that I have a very serious, very nasty infection on my tonsil, which was heading for an abscess, but wasn't quite there yet. She said that had I not sought treatment that day, I could very well have been dead the next. She explained that she was 100% sure that if left untreated, my infection would have led to an abscess within 24 hours, and that a peri-tonsular abscess can very easily be fatal if not caught soon enough. The abscess can drain into the body, leading to sepsis and death. She actually told me that she has seen people die from this. You can imagine how I was feeling listening to all of this. She was very serious and told me that I was a lot sicker than I even realized. Wow. Even though the doctor in the first clinic had been wrong in thinking I had an abscess at that point, she had possibly saved my life by sending me directly to the ENT, who knew the potential risks of my condition and knew the right kind and strength of antibiotics to use. The ENT explained that she was going to give me two shots (one in each hip) of two very strong antibiotics, followed by a 10-day course of very strong oral antibiotics. She said that she hoped we had caught this in time and would stop it from abscessing, but cautioned that she could not guarantee that it wouldn't still progress to an abscess, even with the antibiotics. Apparently, it was THAT close to being an abscess. OMG. She gave me a list of symptoms to watch for, which would prompt a call to her, no matter what time of day or night, and a free pass to the ER. Needless to say, I was not having a good day, and this was all very scary and sobering. To add insult to injury, she pointed out that these extremely strong antibiotics could cause a yeast infection (sorry, guys) and/or really bad diarrhea. Yay! She told me to also call her if I developed bloody diarrhea. This just kept getting better! Then, in came the nurse with the injections. And boy, did they hurt! Not the needles themselves, but the drugs entering the muscle. And even now, over 24 hours later, those areas are still very painful. Luckily, Brian was able to get all day off yesterday, in addition to today and tomorrow, when he explained to his superiors how sick I was. I honestly don't know what I would have done without him during the past couple of days. He's been awesome. He said there was no way he was going to work. The worst thing about yesterday, to me, was that I had to miss Nick's end-of-year preschool program, which just about broke my heart. The kids had been learning these songs and working on them so hard, and it just killed me to miss it. Also, I missed having the chance to thank and say goodbye to his teachers. But, Brian took Nick to the program, and took the gifts I had prepared for the teachers. He also got some video and photos, which won't be the same, but it's better than nothing. I also had to bow out of teaching my sculpt class last night, and it's killing me that so many days have gone by without working out. I hate the thought of backsliding at all. Another big disappointment has been missing the final MOPS meeting of the school year this morning. It was a spa day, with manicures and massages, and yummy food, of course. And most importantly, it was possibly my last chance to see the three MOPS ladies who are moving away this summer. :( But, I was still way too weak to even consider going. I did get to talk to our coordinator, Leigh Ann, yesterday, and she was so kind and caring, and prayed for me, which really meant a lot and cheered me up. If you're reading this, Leigh Ann, thank you!Apparently, the ENT wasn't kidding when she said that this is a very strong, nasty infection. I don't have a lot of personal experience with illness, infections, or antibiotics (the last time I needed them was 4 years ago), but I know that usually, antibiotics work very quickly and cause a marked improvement within 12-24 hours of starting them. And I figured that since I had been given not one, but TWO, very strong antibiotic shots, I could hope to start feeling better within a few hours. Well, I was wrong. I got the shots around noon, and by 7 p.m., I was running a fever again and feeling very faint and dizzy every time I tried to get up. And my throat pain with swallowing had WORSENED. Every bite I take, even today, is hell. I know this sounds over-the-top, but well, it's all true! At one point, we became somewhat concerned, because my ear was starting to hurt (one of those symptoms she had said to watch for), so Brian called the doctor. She had him look in my throat and asked a lot of questions, and she didn't think I was in danger. I went to bed last night and sweated so much that the sheets were soaked this morning. Ewww.Today, my throat pain is still no better, and my hips are still quite sore, but I'm feeling more myself. I have even laughed a couple of times! I'm still very weak, but haven't felt like I would pass out. I took a shower, and apparently, standing for even that long was too much, because afterwards, I had to lie down for a while - I simply could not stand any more. That's pretty sobering. I mean, that must be one doozy of an infection, ya know? But, I feel like I'm finally turning the corner, and I'm sure that the risk of an abscess is gone now. The lymph node finally feels a little smaller, and now I'm just praying that my throat pain lessens soon. I'm going to stay home for the rest of the day and probably spend more time in bed, and see how I feel tomorrow. I know this has been INCREDIBLY long and possibly quite boring and too detailed. Sorry! :) At least you know the full story, though...
So, I'm sick. And pathetic. It all started yesterday morning, when I noticed that I had an enlarged and tender lymph node (and when I say enlarged, I mean freakishly so - you can see the hideous bulge in my neck!) in my throat with accompanying internal throat discomfort. Plus, I felt tired. Otherwise, I was pretty much fine all day, until about 7:00, which is when all hell broke loose. And of course, this was the evening when Brian had his final master's class and didn't get home until almost 9:00. Ack! By 7, I was feeling feverish and had chills, and just had that terrible "I'm sick and I feel REALLY bad" feeling. My throat was killing me every time I swallowed, and it felt like I had an obstruction in there, due to the lymph node. If I so much as pressed gently on the node, it killed! I could even feel the protrusion in my throat if I so much as turned my head - yuck. I also developed a pounding headache. Poor Nicholas was understanding, but I just felt terrible that I was a useless mom to him all evening. I was feeling so bad and sorry for myself that I even cried a little. I have a tendency to do that when I'm sick, because I get sick so rarely that when it happens, I just can't handle it. It completely destroys me! I left several desperate messages on Brian's phone, telling him to please get home as soon as possible so that I could go to bed, and ended up in a useless heap on the couch, shivering under a blanket as the fever/chills thing really got under way. I got Nick into bed and went to bed myself, which is where Brian found me when he got home, shivering under the covers as my head burned with fever. I had a pretty miserable night, but the fever finally broke somewhere in the wee hours. Today, I'm still feeling quite poorly, and the node is still larger than life, along with the throat pain. Luckily, Brian was able to take Nick to school and will also pick him up and bring him home. So, I'm going to go back to bed when I'm done here. I feel so guilty - this is the FOURTH day in a row I haven't worked out, which is unheard of! I just hope I'm better by tomorrow, as I have a lot going on. I need to go grocery shopping, Nick has his end-of-year school program, and I have to teach my sculpt class. Wish me luck!
Nick and I had a really good time in Springfield this past weekend! Friday evening, we went with my Dad, my brother, and my 6-year-old niece, Gina, to Chuck E. Cheese's. Not to make you jealous, Rebecca, but it was rather empty at the time, and not too loud at all! And the pizza was actually pretty good. We three adults just sat at the table for the most part, letting the two kiddos run amuck. Amuck, amuck, amuck! :) Nick blew through his tokens with alacrity and had a blast. The rat made an appearance while we were there, and Nick rushed to give him a big hug. :) After leaving Chuck's, we walked a few stores down to the PetSmart, where the kids had a ball running around and looking at the animals. I really enjoyed spending some time with my brother and talking with him - doesn't happen nearly enough, and I always enjoy it when it does! After that, Dad, Nick, and I went to Target, where I found a cute pair of shoes for Nick. It's funny - buying new shoes for Nick is almost as thrilling for me as buying them for myself! Saturday, we got going fairly early (for a Saturday, anyway) and made our way to Branson, where we went to the Dinosaur Museum. This place has life-size replicas of many dinosaurs, along with lots of facts about them. It was pretty cool! Nick's favorite part was the bounce-house, of course. After that, we started to make our way to the new Branson airport for this big air show they were having, but soon changed our minds as we saw the traffic headed that way (it was copious and stationary - not a good sign). In retrospect, we made the right decision, because the next day's newspaper had an article about the air show which said that at one point, it was taking people 2 HOURS to go the 10 miles from the highway to the airport. OMG. My sister and her husband went and they said it was amazing, but I still think we made the right decision. And all was not lost in that respect, which I'll get to in a moment. So, when we decided to put the ix-nay on the air show, we figured we should do something else fun instead of just going home. We toyed with going to the IMAX theater, but then my Dad suggested the Branson Scenic Railway, which is a real train ride through the beautiful Ozarks countryside and into Arkansas and back. It takes about an hour and 45 minutes, and I'd always wanted to do it. We decided on that, and arrived at the station only to learn that we had just missed the 11:30 train and would have to to wait until 2:00. To kill the time, we went to Branson Landing, which is a beautiful new-ish shopping and dining complex on the banks of Lake Taneycomo. We rode the trolley which takes people up and down the brick promenade, walked around a bit, and ended up at Romano's Macaroni Grill for lunch. Because it was such a lovely day, we decided to dine al fresco on the balcony overlooking the lake. Lovely! The food was excellent and decadent, and it was a very nice, relaxed meal. We finished just in time to head to the train station for our railway adventure, about which Nick was virtually hyperventilating at this point.We boarded the train and got to sit in one of the VistaDome cars. This is a car with a lower and upper section, and the upper section has windows that wrap up onto the ceiling, thus giving one a fabulous view. All the cars in the train were built in the 1950s or so, and were really neat! Nick had an absolutely wonderful time, and Dad and I really enjoyed the ride as well! And here's the reason that all was not lost as far as the air show - we actually got to see some of it from the train! This almost blew Nick's mind. :) We actually had a wonderful view of a stealth bomber, and even got to see several stunt plans doing twists, spirals, and loop-de-loops. It was great! Not as great as seeing the whole air show, to be sure, but the best of both worlds, in my opinion. The train ride took us through a couple of tunnels, which Nick loved. He charmed the heck out of all the older folks on the train with us - he just chatted with them the whole time, and was quite entertaining. The best part for Nick, though, came when the conductor came through our car to punch our tickets. He took Nick's ticket and held it behind his back, pretending to punch it there, and then he punched a letter "N" in it, a la The Polar Express. Nick about died! It was the icing on the cake of a perfect day. By the time we got back to my Dad's house, we were all pretty exhausted. I needed to do a bit of shopping, though, so I headed to the mall to do just that. As usual, I scored some amazing deals at JCPenney by combining sales and coupons. I got a $36 pair of jean shorts for $3.69, and I got two shirts for Nick for $6 total. At Bath and Body Works, I got $50 worth of stuff for $24 - not bad! They have a new scent, white citrus, which is very nice. I got back to Dad's in time to put Nick to bed, and I followed not long thereafter. Sunday morning, I ran out briefly to get the car washed and gassed, and then returned to Dad's house, where I gave the car a really good detailing - beautiful! In the early afternoon, we met my sister, brother-in-law, and two older nieces for a Chinese buffet. It was yummy, and it was wonderful to see my nieces and talk with them. Caitlin, the oldest, will be moving to Florida in a couple of weeks, which makes me very sad. I'm happy for her as she embarks on her dream to become a marine biologist, but I'll miss her sorely! After lunch, Nick and I headed straight home, and here we are! It was a wonderful, whirlwind weekend, but it's nice to be back home. And we'll be heading back to Springfield this weekend for Caitlin's college graduation. Meanwhile, my baby "graduates" from preschool this week, and I have my last MOPS meeting of the year - it seems to be a week of endings, and of new beginnings...
Well, Nick and I are going to head to Springfield this afternoon, and I'll be offline all weekend, so I wanted to go ahead and wish all the mommies who read my blog a very happy Mothers' Day! You all deserve to be celebrated and pampered, so I hope you get your due! For anyone who's wondering, we survived the severe weather that passed through here this morning. Nick and I were actually at the gym, and we had to take shelter in the bathroom, but all we got there was heavy rain and strong wind. No damage to our house, our cars, or ourselves. It made for quite the interesting morning, though!Now, we're back home and preparing to get on the road. The weather has passed over, so our trip to Springfield should be uneventful. Brian is going to stay home this weekend and work on his master's project and some stuff around the house. Nick's and my plans in Springfield include a visit to Chuck E. Cheese's, a drive to Branson to go to the Dinosaur Museum and possibly the air show at the new airport there, seeing loved ones, and a bit of shopping and dining out. :) Should be a nice weekend!My weight holds steady - yay! I've decided that 142 must really be my "happy weight."Have a great weekend, everyone...
Since I had to teach a class on my birthday, I figured I'd use my birthday as a gimmick for the class - seemed like a good idea! So, after we got warmed up, I turned to the class and announced that today was my birthday. I then said "Since no one has ever thrown me a surprise party, I decided that you guys are going to give me a surprise class!" I had each student, in turn, name a body part to work, thereby making the class a surprise even to me. It worked out really well! And I made us do 35 reps of everything, thereby working the birthday gimmick even more. And, we did a couple of 35-second cardio bursts. We ended up working the whole body and getting a really well-rounded workout, and the students really seemed to like the format. In fact, I only had to come up with a couple of ideas myself, because in addition to just naming a body part, most of them named an actual exercise to do, taking all of the work out of my hands. I was even able to work in a few age-related quips. For instance, when we were getting ready to do shoulder presses, I cautioned them to use lighter weights, since the shoulders tire so easily and 35 reps is a lot, saying "I would hate for anyone to get injured because I'm so old." :) I also told them that I expected a cake at the end of class. The other benefit to this class format was that I memorized all the students' names, which is great!The best moment came, though, before I had revealed my age. I was about to reveal it, and said "I'm not very happy about this birthday..." and one woman, Laura, said "Are you 30?" When I said I was 35, her jaw totally dropped and the look on her face was priceless. I LOVE HER! Totally made my day. :)So all-in-all, I've had a very nice birthday, what with the cards, the phone calls, the good class, and the disbelief at my age!
Well, I'm 35 now. Hmmm. Don't love the number (or the wrinkles), but I still feel like I'm about 25. And according to Rebecca, I have Linda Hamilton (in Terminator) arms. :) So maybe the arms cancel out the wrinkles somehow - that's a comforting thought! I've gotten so many cards, Facebook wishes, emails, and phone calls that I'm feeling very warm, fuzzy, and loved right now. I have the best family and friends! You all know who you are, and I love you. Not really doing anything special for my Bday. Brian gave me a card and some mint chocolate truffles this morning, but other than that, my day has been pretty ordinary. I am teaching my class tonight at the gym, just like any Wednesday. I guess you reach a point where birthdays are just no big whoop (BTW, Rebecca - your card is a SCREAM! Every time I read it, I laugh out loud. Thanks for that!). OK - now that I said that, I guess I should share, so you're not all like "What is so funny about this card? What does it SAY?" So, it's got a picture of a doleful-looking basset hound wearing a party hat on the front, with a thought bubble that says "It's your birthday. Whoop-dee-freakin'-do." Then on the inside, it says "When they took his testicles, they took his spirit." :) :) :) If that's not funny, then I don't know what is. Happy Birthday to me!
Today is.....different. First of all, I'm exhausted. I haven't been sleeping very well lately, and I'm not sure why. I keep tossing and turning and just generally not sleeping. And last night, the overly bright clock display on our new VCR/DVR didn't help. Ack!This morning was marred by a (thankfully brief) scare about my Dad. The man is 73 and lives alone, and my siblings couldn't get ahold of him, on either of his phones, this morning. You have to understand that this is very unusual, and caused us all to jump to the worst kind of conclusion. I was going out of my mind, thinking my Dad was dead! Finally, my sister called to tell me that he had left the house early (unheard of!) to help pack up after a Friends of the Library book sale. And of course, he left his cell phone in his car. He just doesn't get how worried we get if we can't reach him! When my sister told me he was OK, I just started crying with relief. And this was all before noon.With a much lighter heart, I went to get Nick from preschool, whereupon we ran around signing him up for summer school and then going to a different school (long, boring story) to register him for Kindergarten in the fall. Nick was very good while I filled out the endless paperwork, so I treated him to lunch at Wendy's. Oh, I also found out that I did win something at the carnival auction after all, since the winner turned it down and I was next in line: 4 tickets to the St. Louis Museum of Transportation for $10! This place is very cool - we've been once before, and Nick loved it. So, we will definitely make use of those tickets.Now, here I sit while Nick naps, and I'm really hitting the wall and wishing I could just curl up and sleep for a good long time. I only hope that I'll be so tired tonight that I'll sleep well. Wish me luck!
We have had a very nice day so far! First, we went to Nick's school carnival. It was sort of lame from an adult perspective, but Nick had a blast playing all the games and winning piles of cheap crap that will litter our home. :) He also enjoyed the bounce house - what kid doesn't? Plus, he got an awesome SpongeBob SquarePants tattoo on his cheek. We had a cheap and oh-so-healthy lunch there, consisting of a hot dog, Doritos, cookies, and Capri Sun. Sheesh. I didn't end up winning any of the silent auction items, because I'm simply too cheap! :)We then proceeded to the Hampton Inn, where child development specialist and children's musician Jim Gill gave an intimate, interactive concert for a small but very appreciative audience. Nick had the time of his life! He smiled and laughed more than should be legal. :) Jim is incredibly animated, silly, and energetic, and the kids (and parents, too!) just ate him up. Nick and his classmates from Mrs. Tate's class were already familiar with several of Gill's songs, as Mrs. Tate uses one of his CDs in class. Everyone had a blast dancing, singing, jumping, and clapping. We ended up buying one of his CDs and getting it autographed, and we got a picture of Nick with Jim. They had door prizes, and we won a free two-topping pizza from Papa John's. Given that the day is already a nutritional bust (see lunch description above), we decided that we shall get said pizza tonight and just write off the whole day. I will start afresh tomorrow, and plan to be good for the remainder of the week. Now, we're back home having a quiet afternoon and chilling out. Tonight's plans include eating pizza :), watching Lawrence Welk, and working on my next body sculpt class - I'll actually be teaching on my birthday, so I have to come up with a good way to torture my students so that they can suffer right along with me. :)
Hey, all! I just made this tonight, and it's pretty tasty:Pineapple-Cheddar Corn Bread1 cup all-purpose flour1 cup cornmeal1/2 cup sugar2 tsp. baking powder1 tsp. salt1/2 cup (1 stick) butter, softened4 eggs, lightly beaten1 14.75-oz. can cream-style corn (I bought no-salt-added, so decided to increase the salt in the recipe to 1.5 tsp.)1 8-oz. can crushed pineapple, drained1 cup shredded cheddar cheese1. Preheat oven to 375. Grease and flour a 9 x 9" baking pan and set aside.2. In medium bowl, combine flour, cornmeal, sugar, baking powder, and salt with fork. Set aside.3. In large mixing bowl, beat butter with electric mixer on medium speed for 30 seconds. Add eggs, one at a time, beating well after each addition. Beat in flour mixture on low speed just until combined. Stir in corn, drained pineapple, and cheese. Spoon batter into prepared pan.4. Bake about 45-50 minutes or until toothpick inserted in center comes out clean and top is golden brown. Cool in pan on wire rack.I also found another faboo-looking recipe that I plan to use for the next MOPS meeting - peanut butter & jelly bars. If it turns out well, I will share it, too!Not a whole lot else to say. I'm really sick of this gloom and rain, and tomorrow looks dismal - it's only going to get up to around 50! Blech. Nick's school is having a carnival, but I think they'll move it inside if it rains, so I guess it'll still be a go. They're having a silent auction, and there are several things I'm interested in (like tickets to attractions and meals at restaurants, a night in a jacuzzi suite, etc.); wish me luck with my bidding!After the carnival, we're going to a concert given by a cool children's musician named Jim Gill. Nick's teachers use Gill's music in class, and the kids love it! I think his CDs are available on Amazon - you should check them out if you have kids! I was slightly cheered up today by the cute little skirt I bought for $14, but then I depressed myself by eating a totally unnecessary, evil chocolate muffin with a cream cheese center at Starbucks. Ack! I wasn't even hungry. So, it was a roller coaster of a day. :)For anyone who watches Private Practice: How frustrating was that cliffhanger on the season finale? I can't believe I have to wait all the way until the new season to find out Violet's fate! It's killing me.My 35th birthday is a mere 5 days away, and I'm alternately horrified and underwhelmed by the prospect. Bah, humbug! :)Hope everyone has a nice weekend!
