Diane

I just noticed the other day that I’m no longer avoiding certain activites because I fear I can’t do them.  I actually got upset with my husband for moving the van closer to the entrance of the store!  On Sunday I got up and took my puppy for a 2+ mile walk before anyone else was even up.  I knew there was grocery shopping and then shopping for the produce at another store, but I still did it.  I followed it all up with a 1+ mile walk with both dogs in the evening for a total of over 6 miles walked.

I am setting my alarm tonight for 4:50 a.m. so I can take the pup for a walk in the morning.  She’s a holy terror if she doesn’t get enough exercise.  Then my daughter is starting swimming class at the Y tomorrow (she’s already in her swim suit ) and the class is just long enough for me to get my workout in.  I have to take the dogs for a walk every evening so that will finish my day.  Oh, and I’ll probably be in and out of the pool for an hour or so each afternoon.

I’m no longer afraid to set these goals.  I no longer feel like I’m just creating elaborate plans that will never see completion.  It’s rather liberating.

That is dripping with sarcasm.  I’ve reinjured my wrist yesterday so this morning I took the medication for it.  Then I wondered why on earth I was so sleepy! Duh.  This lightbulb isn’t buring too bright today.

Yesterday after dinner we took the kids out to play in the pool, which my daughter loves.  DS, not so much.  He played for a little while, generally only happy if I was lifting him up out of the water and back down.  Then he wanted to play in his swing.  Talk about cross training!  Up out of the pool via steps, walk over to the swing set, push him, go back to the pool, swim 2-4 laps (36 ft long pool) then do it all over again.  This was what my hour after dinner was spent doing.  After the kids were in bed, I took the dogs for a mile and a half walk.  When I got home, my husband was eating ice cream.  The old me would have eaten some too.  Not anymore.  I just drank my water and didn’t even think about the ice cream.  I’m calling it a positive change even though it probably had more to do with my being so tired I didn’t want to get it!  Either way, I didn’t eat it.

Something funny - when we were in the pool yesterday, James and I were having a little good natured disagreement.  DD is standing on the edge of the pool and says, “What’s wrong, kids?”  We just about died laughing.