No excuses...

I need to make working out a habit again, no matter how I squeeze that in. More walks with Reece. Pounding the pavement during my lunch break. Dusting off my workout DVDs (if Reece will allow me to even attempt anything...she usually thinks I'm playing and gets in my way).

I'm even looking into joining a gym. Even though I know I shouldn't because it's an extra expense I really don't need right now. I miss spinning class. I miss having free access to a gym.

(The base is 40 miles away, so that is not an option. We also have a gym in the adjacent building from where I work, but it's always crowded.)

I was even looking into Curves. Which is ridiculous because that is not at all how I like to work out. I'm not the circuit training type. But they have a free one week membership, so maybe it wouldn't hurt to try.

All I know is, SOMETHING must be done. Before too much more of this pudge creeps back on. I've gained about 10 pounds or so since I started working at Paychex.

Damn my stupid sit-down job. I hated jobs that required me to be on my feet all day, but at least they helped keep my weight in check. And the stress I go through and the mental exhaustion is hardly a motivator to get up and get moving. And chocolate is our answer to everything bad at work (we have a co-worker with a constant stash of Swiss chocolate at her desk and she doles it out regularly.)

This madness HAS GOT TO STOP.

Good grief, even Lance is now jogging. And if he can do it, I sure as hell can.

Family Stuff

Reece ate a blanket last night. ATE A BLANKET. I had an extra blanket folded on the bed to help keep me warm at night (we turn down the heat, so it's around 67 degrees or so in the bedroom when we sleep). I was in the shower and she was on the bed. So I guess she started pulling strings out of the blanket...Lance walked in and found a pile of string on the bed and floor and she had worked up a fairly large hole. And I'm almost positive that she ingested some of it.

Of course, being a Lab, she can pretty much ingest anything and seem nonplussed by it. Such is the case. She knew that Lance was angry with her for what she did. She spent a good part of last night with her ears down and her tail between her legs and she avoided him for awhile and clung to me.

I wasn't thrilled with her either. But this isn't exactly a random act of destruction. She does this kind of stuff all the time. You should see my curtains.

And in other family news, my niece has a concussion. Oddly enough, it happened at the hospital when my SIL was having her ultrasound. Another girl about Eva's age came over to hug her, and Eva was caught off guard and fell straight backwards (like a falling tree, as my SIL described it) and her head hit the tile floor really hard. She cried, but otherwise seemed fine.

The next day, she was walking funny and there was a considerable amount of projectile vomiting. So off to the doctor, and tests showed that it was a concussion.

She's fine and pretty much back to her normal self again. But just hearing that story earlier made my flesh crawl. I can't imagine how scary that must've been for my brother and SIL. It freaked me out just hearing about it!