I told my mom I was going to go today and she said she'd get up to watch Eisley. Unfortunately, Eis woke up at 0640, which meant by the time she finished nursing, I would have about 45 minutes to sleep before I had to get up to get ready to go. Zumba is so hard to go to in the morning because I would rather sleep than work out because once I'm up, it's impossible to take a nap, even when Eis does.
I dragged myself out of bed, got ready, and was out the door by 0805. It wasn't until I was on the road that I had a vague memory of a "holiday schedule" email. Unfortunately, I couldn't check my email until I got to the place and saw no cars. Luckily, there was Zumba today, however, it was not at 0815, but 0900. I was irritated; I could have slept another hour!
I went home and sat there trying to figure out when Eis would be awake and when she'd need to nurse. I checked on her at 0835 and she was waking up a bit, so I nursed her a little before I left, so she could make it until I got home.
Class was a Zumba/bootcamp combination and lasted an hour and a half. I wore my ankle weights which added five pounds and it didn't feel too difficult. Needless to say, I don't feel that way, now. When I got home, I showered and figured my weights had stained the tops of my feet where they had rested, so I scrubbed, but the marks didn't come off... turns out they're bruises.
No, it's not bad, by any stretch of the imagination, but it was surprising. Everytime I saw my feet, today, I thought, "Really? Wow." Also you can see the results of my pedicure, too. I chose a glittery polish from Katy Perry's line of colours... I think via OPI.
Anywho... I showered, dressed, nursed Eis, and got her ready as quickly as I could because we had to get up to Heights to re-move all the stuff from the storage unit BACK into the house. Mom drove because I was texting with Tyler and we stopped at a Starbucks on the way up, which was nice, since I hadn't eaten anything yet.
Emory showed up about 20 minutes after we arrived and he and my dad got to work, while Mom and I worked on things in the house. I vacuumed the master bedroom and living room; I cleaned the vacuum, since it smelled like dog; I put things back together; I also took care of the baby, obviously. We had a realtor stop by the house to look at it, so he would know what it's like, in case he had any buyers who were in the price range and looking for something similar.
Eventually, Dad and Emory were tired, so we packed up and headed home, except Mom wanted to stop by Loft Outlet and I was with her. I had to hold Eis the whole time because I didn't have the stroller or Ergo in the big Lexus, but we weren't in there too long. She's deciding Loft isn't for her. I suppose that's somewhat true... Loft works best on skinny women. She's been gaining weight for a while and wanting to lose weight since May. However, she didn't want to be on a diet while in Europe and miss out on food. She didn't want to start when she got home because it was summer and she likes eating out for lunch and dinner. She didn't want to start dieting when school started because they provided lots of snacks and treats. She didn't want to start and have to miss Halloween candy... then it was Thanksgiving... then it was Christmas... There never seems to be a good time.
Odd thing is, she's totally unhappy with her body and she feels better, both mental and physically, when she's thinner -- as we all do. However, she's too into food to have much self-discipline. Luckily, my dad gained weight over the past month or so, which means if he has self-control, she'll have a prayer of losing weight. I will say that it's so much easier to eat healthy when I don't live here, but they pay for my food, so I'll make do.
I am really trying to get back into shape because Tyler is skinnier than me, which drives me nuts, and it just sucks when your clothes either don't fit or they fit, but there's fat and dents to be seen through them. I miss being skinny and having no dents. My Zumba instructor is so tiny, but not gross tiny, just very petite and not a drop of fat on her whole body. I am not sure if that's motivating or disheartening. As of now, I think the latter because I look at her and think, "Oh, I'll never be that skinny," which is true also because I have a different bone structure/body frame.
My hair is still falling out and my bald spots are expanding. It's quite sad. My mom said it breaks her heart every time she sees me pulling hair off my shirt... which is constantly. My wig should be here in 10-20 working days. I hope it look ok, if not I'll wear my blonde afro wig. I know I look good in it :)
Today's picture of the day is Eisley. She's been eating a few bites of prunes before getting her oatmeal cereal. I call it chocolate pudding, instead of prunes because prunes are gross. And she's sporting her new hairstyle: a mohawk.
Tomorrow, I plan on buying a high chair, water-proofer for my Uggs, and stuff with which to make a new wreath for the door of our house in Heights.
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