Category Archives: The battle of the bulge

Back in the saddle?

So, remember the killer steep zig-zaggy hill in Ironwoods Park? Well, I ran UP that thing five times today!

Decky and I put his bike in the car and drove over to the park today. I walked/jogged, and Decky biked the circuit one way then back the other way, then Decky decided he wanted to explore the creek. Since we were at the base of the hairpin-curved devil of a hill, and I really wanted a good workout, I decided to run up it and see if I could make it to the sign about 3/4 of the way up. And I did! I ran down the hill too, but it was kind of hard on my knees, so I walked down it after that.

Since Decky was still exploring the creek, I ran up it again, walked down, then ran up again. Then, I went the other way and ran up a small steep grassy hill a few times. Then I did the killer hill again, and made Decky run up it with me the fifth time. Then Decky mountain-biked a small trail through the woods a few times, while I jogged/walked it.

We had the best time! It was cool and cloudy and windy, so I didn’t get overheated, and there were hardly any other people at the park. It was just perfect.

I don’t know what made me start jogging, but I just did, and then kept going. On and off mostly, keeping my heart rate up, but not killing myself.

I feel so much better about myself now. Too bad Bill took us out for pizza right afterwards. 🙂 But at least I now feel like I actually have a chance at running the Color Run at the end of June, instead of walking it. That makes me feel good.

Baby steps

Every so often, I get back on the exercise wagon. It’s so much harder than falling off, believe me. But I seem to have a pattern. Six weeks of productive workouts, noticeable changes, elevated mood and proper nutrition, then I get bored and peter out until I quit.

After a couple of months, I do it again. But it always takes me a while to get off the couch. I seem to get back to exercise in baby steps:

1. I get disgusted with my weight, and how I look and feel.
2. I start thinking I should get back to exercising again.
3. My mind starts to focus on what activity I’d like to do.
4. I subconsciously figure out when I can fit this activity into my schedule.
5. I give myself alternatives to that activity, in case of rain, or babysitting, or whatever.
6. I gather my materials: yoga mat, running shoes, etc. Knock off the dust and make sure nothing has been eaten by moths.
7. I start. I don’t tell anyone the first time or two, unless I have some great success.
8. If I can make this activity an easy part of my daily routine, I will keep doing it. If it’s too hard to do it, I just won’t.

It seems I move from the very back of my mind, into my subconscious, then to the forefront of my daily thoughts.

Right now, I am about at Step 4 or 5. I have decided on walking (with possible gradual forays into running as I get stronger), and yoga (probably at home with a Kathy Smith DVD), and maybe some strength training and cardio at the gym. I am a little afraid that the arthritis will make things harder than they’ve been before, but I also know that six weeks of walking will cure me of any hip pain. If it can cure hip pain, maybe it’ll help the toe pain. We’ll see.

Now I just have to find the right time for all this. And find my yoga DVD and buy some cushiony insoles. Eesh.


Yesterday I forgot to post for the first time this year. How bout that.

Bubba and I took his friend Jake downtown today, where the three of us volunteered for the Salvation Army’s Million Meals for Haiti feed-a-thon. We each put on an apron, hairnet and gloves, then got to work in an assembly line putting together nutritious casserole mixes to ship to Haiti.

We had a great time! The boys totally got into their roles, took them seriously, and did them very well. They were polite and personable to our co-volunteers, and even wanted to work longer than we were scheduled. Unfortunately, we had to leave at the end of our shift, because there were many more volunteers waiting to help.

I even took a few pictures, which I posted to faceb00k. I love how good you feel when you’re doing good.

This afternoon, Bubba went to a lazertag birthday party. He had a lot of fun, and I got in a run while he was gone. I can’t believe I got through it. Number one – it was late in the afternoon. Number two, I have a head cold. Number three – I haven’t run since Tuesday. So I was very happy to get it done. Only problem is that now my nose feels swollen, and I can’t stop sneezing. This happened once before after a run, and I have no idea what’s going on.

I’m pretty sure I’m not dying. I have to work tomorrow, so dying would have been okay with me. If I get through the day without killing someone, it will be a major accomplishment.

Please – no douchebags in the ED tomorrow, okay. I don’t care what kind of moon it is. Thanks.

A little lighter

I moved to address some of the problems I wrote about yesterday.

First of all, I found out when the next schedule at work ends. It’s April 24th, so that will be my last day as a part-time nurse in the ED, and my first as a PRN nurse in ED and Specials. I feel better with a deadline. I also feel substantial relief that I won’t have to do another presentation or be a hall-monitor for JCAHO in the ED anymore. I threw out so much research material today – it was wonderful! Now all that’s left to do is tell my manager Wednesday.

I spoke to my friend who’s having surgery tomorrow. I told her that I would be thinking of her and that I actually said prayers to guide the hands and minds and hearts of her surgeon and caregivers. She was grateful and in good spirits. I also called work and had them start a collection for flowers so I could place an order for her on Wednesday when I go in. I told my friend’s son that if he needed anything while his mom was in the hospital he could call me anytime. All those things made me feel that I was doing all I could for her.

I tackled my weight issue by going back in to the weight-loss place this morning after I ran on the treadmill. I had only gained 1-1/2 lbs since the last time, according to my weigh-in today, so that made me feel a little better. I also got back on the plan. I only knew one person working there, even though I had only been gone a month, but the person I talked to was knowledgeable and friendly. I have two weeks left of the plan, but if I go in to the center four times in a week I can extend that. Lessons learned: carbs are indeed the devil, and I can’t do this alone.

After my weigh-in, I picked up my new bench from PB. O’Baby helped me ‘fix’ it with his screwdriver. It’s huge and heavy and beautiful. I can’t wait until I get the table and chairs. It’s going to look great!

I felt like I got some of my ducks in a row today. And that’s a good feeling.

Change is our friend

So I find myself on the cusp of another life change.

When The Princess and O’Baby move out with Koby, The Princess will need to work more often. She will need someone to watch O’Baby. She will not be as available to pick Bubba up from school. And soon enough, Bubba will be out of school for the summer break.

I find myself increasingly dissatisfied with work. It seems 90% of the time, we work understaffed, and it drags on you. We’re busier than ever, but our staff is smaller. I find myself thinking that all the work I have done and have to keep doing to maintain my RNIII status may not be worth it. I feel I have to make a choice: stay where I am and settle for what I have, which is simply convenience and familiarity, or shake things up just a little, diversify.

I called the head of radiology to see if he could use a prn (as needed) nurse in Specials, where radiologists do interventional procedures. He didn’t have any hours for me, but suggested that I fill in for the other RNs when they needed to take off. I know these RNs well, have worked with them before. I have also worked Specials before. This is a no-brainer.

So I thought I’d work prn in the ED and prn in Specials. I would keep to two days a week or less. I would be able to set my own hours, but at the risk of having none available at various times. Right now, there will always be shifts to fill in the ED. And I will have more time to watch O’Baby, which will be my primary occupation.

My conflict lies in the when of it. When do I go prn? The Princess states she will start taking more waitressing hours at the end of March. Is this something I can count on? I have to find out when the next schedule in the ED ends. When do I tell my boss?

I feel rattled and stressed about all this. On top of it all, my friend is having surgery Tuesday. This means we will be down a fulltime day RN for at least eight weeks – if she even comes back at all. I am worried about the outcome of this surgery. And with her gone, our unit will be extra-stressed. The timing is bad, but isn’t it always?

I’m also stressed about my battle with my weight. I am up five pounds from my lowest weight, even though I’ve been running at least 2.5 miles three to four times a week. I feel that once I let carbs back in the house, I lost the battle. So I will go back to the weight-loss place tomorrow after my run, to see if there is anything they can do to help me.

On the brighter side, I ordered my new dining table and matching bench today. The table won’t be delivered until April 9th, but I can go pick up the bench tomorrow. I will order the rest of the chairs in the next week or two. Somebody should really keep me away from p0ttery barn. I want to buy everything in the place!

So the theme for this week is upheaval. I will think about my options over the next few days, so when I go to work on Wednesday, I will have a clear picture of what I want to discuss with my boss. And I will also order flowers for my friend.