I want to start by saying thank you so much to all of you who were so encouraging about my latest endeavor. Whether you commented or just hit that "like" button, I was touched by your feedback. It was like an extra boost to keep going.
My client that started last week, Ms. J, has already lost five pounds and she made it seem effortless. She was like a star pupil! Her positive attitude had a lot to do with it, but she also fought for it as well. She followed the program and VOILA! It's working. I'm really proud of her and inspired by her too!
Speaking of "Five", I've been fighting to see that second digit become a five for a few days now. It's my first big weight goal in Operation Fattypants. Today I got on the scale and you know what I saw?
160.0. POINT ZERO? Really? The effing thing just can't give me a break.
Worse yet, I have one of those scales that does not allow you to cheat in any fashion. You get on, it scans, and then BAM! The number pops up and the scale immediately sends it to your computer. There's no chance to lean a little to the left and maybe get the scale to take off .1 of a pound. It pisses me off. But I suppose I need the honesty.
In case you're wondering, I have the FitBit Aria scale. It works with the FitBit Force and is compatible with the My Fitness Pal app/website. It's like all of my devices gang up on me. There's no cheating. Mutter fluckers.
I will be doing the Forbidden Dance of Joy when I hit that 159, so prepare yourself, peeps. Wherever you live, I'm sure you'll hear me carrying on.
On other fronts, viral germs have infiltrated my home again. This time it appears that they do not wish to invade MY body. They've organized an attack against Justin and Allie.
Last Tuesday, Justin got the stomach virus. Three days of gastrointestinal fun! Whoopeee! Around the 2nd day, he got the respiratory virus. Double the fun! Around Friday, he passed it on to Allie, which was a kick in the pants. I mean, look at this poor baby.....
Times like this are when I see the real value of Facebook. Immediately I jumped on Facebook and started asking questions. So many awesome people responded right away with input. Of course they are only opinions, but to me it's like gold. Those opinions have value to me. Who knows this stuff better than Moms?
I know that sounds really sexist, and I know that there are plenty of dads who are the Go To Parent when illness takes over, so please forgive me for singling out the maternal side. But when I complained about how I felt like the Optional Parent, everyone said, "Wait until she gets sick or injured. You'll see."
When Allie wants to play or rough house or do something extra fun, Justin is the Go To guy. She hears him come home and gets super excited. Me....not so much. That's why I say that I feel like the Optional Parent. He's the super fun playmate.
HOWEVER there is an exception to this rule. The second that Allie falls down or feels sick, it's all about Mama! She wont even let Justin touch her. "NOOOOO! I WANT MAMA!!" And of course this is very confusing to him, since he's the center of her world at every other moment.
The immature side of me relishes in this. Why? Because he finally gets to see what it feels like to have your child run past you to get to the other parent. And it's really nice to be able to have something to give that no one else can. I'm the Comfort Parent. I'm viewing it as a promotion from Optional Parent. I'll take it. No extra pay necessary.
Before I go, I had something occur that I'm wondering if any other parents have experienced. It was a bit freaky and unexpected.....
I took Allie's temperature on Sunday and it was 102.7. I had to do some things around the house so I moved her from my lap to Justin's. When I finished with the chores, I came back to the couch and sat down next to him. For about an hour I felt very emotional and disturbed.
Don't make fun, but I felt exactly like my dog does when a storm is coming. She gets all freaked out and worried looking. We always know that a climate change is about to occur just by Sadie's behavior.
During that hour, I kept saying to Justin that I felt like something wasn't right with Allie. I called the doctor and he told me that her symptoms were normal for the virus that was going around. But I still felt freaky. I took her temperature again.
I took it again. Still 104.9. I started crying. I don't know why. After that, I called my mom and asked her to bring all of her thermometers over. ("All of my glasses and all of my shoes" for you Jerky Boys fans) I took Allie's temperature again and it said the same thing.
We called the doctor AGAIN and followed his advice. About 2 hours later she was back to 102.7 and I was feeling like myself again. The next morning she was 99.3. All was fine. All was good.
So, who is going to explain this to me???? Does someone want to explain that floofy, kafuffle thing that I had going on internally the night before? Do all moms get this? Are these more maternal connections to create more things for me to worry about? No one warned me about this!
Is this how my mom has always known to call me when I'm having distress? Immediately after an argument with someone, the phone would ring and my mother would say, "It's me. Are you okay?" I know that I'm just a rookie. I'm in the same room and I have this internal thing going on. My mom gets it while she's in another zip code! I lived in an entirely different state during many of those crappy moments. She's intuitive on a professional level.
So, to wrap this up, here's my little princess this morning, feeling all fabulous.....
And since I mentioned the dog earlier, here's a photo from this evening. Sadie has insisted on sleeping by Allie's feet since she got sick. I looked down tonight and saw this and it warmed my heart....
|My two favorite girls intertwined|
Wishing you all good health and fluffy, protective paws :-)
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