Wow. I actually got decent sleep last night. Dilly-Dallied this morning but finally kicked my butt to the gym, knowing tomorrow I have a fill and no time for the gym (half day at school, teacher conferences...)
I realized halfway there that I didn't bring a book, a must when one sits ones arse on a recumbent cycle. BORING. So, I decided to try an ARC Trainer on the lowest level. Our gym doesn't have the moving handles, so I was safe enough to sort of strangely glide as if I were ice skating, without the ice, or skates, watching mindless news for an hour. Positioned directly under an a/c vent, I burned 426 calories according to the LED screen (they all lie, but whatever) without a drop of sweat, in an hour.
I felt alive again! I started to feel like me again! I still wish I could pick up man weights, but hey, it's a start.
Got my girl from school, baked some wings, had some spinach salad, and baked cookies. Rye with walnuts and white and dark chocolate chips! Oh man... it was my first time with the recipe, and rye is a bit odd to work with, but totally delish, and pretty too. Practice makes perfect, 'eh? We also split an asian pear, my daughter's favorite (mine too!) And she kicked my butt in video games. Yup, I love my life.
So I have to man up tomorrow morning and head to the doc bright and early for another pump up. Today I wore 3 pads on the other side and still look crazy. But, I know this is temporary. I am alive. Now I need to clean from tomorrow until Sunday morning - apparently 25 people will be in our apartment for our post-Thanksgiving party. Um, I've never had this many folks RSVP yes to a shindig before - but, as I told a friend earlier - when you have Cancer, everybody wants to come to the party.
I should have thought of this in high school!
Yes, I kid. Love my friends, and am looking forward to insane cleaning and cooking and celebrating!
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