- I've been to the gym most days and am really enjoying it. It's so much different to go when I don't feel the pressure of getting home for X, Y, or Z reason. I can take my time and really get into it and not feel guilty about what I'm not doing while working out (cooking, cleaning, seeing the kids, etc.) This SAHM stuff rocks!
- DH's last day at the store is tomorrow, as the warehouse is almost ready to go. What this means is no more 13 hour days (or at least not regularly) and he can set his own schedule for the most part. Oh, have I mentioned what he does? He is the warehouse/inventory manager for his company. While the warehouse was being finished, they had him working at their storefront, just to keep him busy. It was crappy retail hours.
- I've found some more meals that go down easily for me: quesadillas (I make them at home with refried beans, sauteed onions, and cheese and then dip them in sour cream.); homemade chicken cordon bleu; steamed broccoli; tortellini salad. All of these work really well for me, and I like it! I still struggle in the AMs a bit (yogurt is even tough), but I do fine the rest of the day, as long as I am careful.
The Sad, Bad, and Not So Fun to Read About:
- My weight loss has stalled at 97 freakin' lbs. I *know* it's because of the exercise, and I know it is better for me in the long run, and I knew this was going to happen. And I told myself it wouldn't bother me. But it does! Why did I start working out 3 lbs from 100 lbs lost? Dumb, dumb, dumb.
- DD puked all over her carseat the other night. Have I ever told you how much I hate puke? I cannot deal. And with this band, my gag reflex has gotten to the point where if I gag, I ralph. It was a nightmare. To be honest, I can't get every little bit of it off (for those without kids, you cannot completely dissemble a carseat), and while it was over $300, I am seriously ready to pitch it. Even though it doesn't smell and you can't see it, I *know* it's there, and I can barely deal with it. It was the heat that did her in, so both of my kids are now forward-facing where they can get air blowing on them. I am a safety fanatic, so this bothers me to no end, but cleaning up puke bothers me more.
- My grandfather (dad's dad) passed away this afternoon. I'm so thankful for the time we got to spend with him before we moved down here (the kids and I stayed at my parents' house for five days, and he lived with them). He was 92 and had fibrosis of the lungs. He went to sleep Wednesday night and was never really coherent after that. They'd had hospice in with him for about two weeks, so he went peacefully. No pain and no struggle. I'm sure he's with my grandma in heaven, having a great time reuniting. We'll miss him terribly, but he lived a long, full life and left a wonderful legacy. He lived at home with my grandma until he was almost 90. He wasn't even really frail until the last few months, so while I'm sad, I'm thankful for all he had and did and how long I got to have a wonderful grandpa. I mostly feel bad for my dad; he's an only child and now both of his parents are gone. Here's a pic we took of the four generations just last month: