Friday, July 03, 2009
OMG, I'M AN IDIOT!!!
Okay, I've been having this fear of falling right but every time I think of it I'm falling while getting out of the tub or while going up the stairs (not down).
Well, my chair broke, sending me to the ground!!!
We got the chairs used and it was a bit wobbly but good enough but my son climbs on me while I'm in it, the girls play on it and stand on it and it's just a little fold up wooden chair to start with. Earlier today it was stuck on something and I was yanking at it and noticed that it was even more wobbly. I thought to myself, "This thing is about to fall apart" and yet I still sat my rear in it! Dh even said yesterday, "Get a new chair" but noooo I didn't and then I go to adjust my rump while typing and
I didn't land on my belly but I landed on my bum and with my knees up to my chest. Lower belly does hurt though because of the sudden pressure of being "crunched" together. I had no place to go with a wall behind me so I ended up in a ball and had to rolly polly my lard ass off the floor and onto all fours.
Ugh, I feel like such an IDIOT we were just talking about this chair going and I should have replaced it.
I think I startled the baby (THANK GOD I DIDN'T SNAP HIS DAMN NECK IN THE PROCESS!!!) but we got movement and no gush of water and no contractions. I laid down,the pain stopped ( think it was just shock pain) and the baby is still moving like crazy. I called the L&D and they told me that as long as I'm not having any symptoms then I'm okay and to just watch for them and come in if I have them. I'm perfectly fine with that since they said all they would do is check me for contractions (having none), listen to the heart beat (baby is moving so it's there) and ask me if I'm having any of the signs or symptoms (sharp pain, contractions, water breaking, ect...) So we did it over the phone I guess you can say.
She was really nice, took my name and number and is going to call back to check on me...hopefully not during the night. LOL
So I'm an idiot. LOL
Besides this sudden news, I was having bad contractions as the baby moved into place earlier this week and also got sick (along with two other kids) Dh also came home a day early so it's been pretty crazy around here.
Tomorrow we are going to head off in search of a Sonic so that I can gorge on ice. That's a whole other issue and a whole other blog. LOL
Monday, June 22, 2009
It's the last week of Round 1's Rocky Challenge.
And yes, I've already got the water works going on here.
I've had the hardest time blogging during this challenge. It has nothing to do with my pregnancy, it's my team.
It took about a week before I realized that I had been blessed with some of the most inspirational and motivational people I've ever come across. Every day I read a blog or comment and I'm moved. The thoughts run through my head but I just can't get them out. All I can do is absorb it all in and let it settle.
I think that most of us came into this challenge with the thought of losing weight or inches. No one had a clue about what it was all about and I made sure of that by not giving away details. It was never about weight and inches, it was about...I don't know, closing your eyes and jumping in, doing it not because you said you would but because in the end, you wanted to. I never wanted you all to see those work outs and instantly think, "I can't do that." I wanted you all to let go...give in, not give up. I wanted you to look at the challenge before you and I wanted you to think, reflect off each other and look back down and say, "I want to do this" I wanted you to let go of all the negative thoughts and give into something you had never done before. I wanted you to say, "Maybe I can never win but hell, I can go the distance, I can earn my own respect."
I didn't put you on my team, the Red team, because I thought it would put me ahead in this whole "game". I just randomly picked you and went with it. I'm glad for that, I couldn't have picked a better team. In the end I got what I aimed for, a group that didn't aim for the number but aimed for the dream.
Week one we made fools of ourselves by yelling out, "HEY, MY NAME IS ROCKY BALBOA!"
Week two we let it sink in and decided, "IT DOESN'T MATTER IF I LOSE THIS FIGHT CAUSE ALL I WANT TO DO IS GO THE DISTANCE."
Week three we knew what we wanted and demanded it from not only ourselves but from other's, "YOU WANT YOUR RESPECT, COME GET IT!"
Well it's the last week, what can I say that you all haven't already said in the past 3 weeks?
We all know what we want and how to get it so this week, let's show ourselves, each other and everyone around us how it's done.
HEY, MY NAME IS ROCKY BALBOA!
IT'S NOT ABOUT THE NUMBERS!
THERE ARE NO EXCUSES!
YOU GOT TO TAKE THE CHALLENGE!
EARN YOUR RESPECT!
KEEP ON PUSHING!
GO THE DISTANCE!
"THAT'S HOW WINNING IS DONE!"-ROCKY BALBOA
Team Red, let's do it. Together, let's show them all how winning is done.
Hugs and love to you all!-Kat
Friday, June 19, 2009
Well, I have no phone call as of yet.
I was told that my doctor would be calling me on Monday if they found anything wrong with my urine. Well, no call means I'm CLEAR!!!
My blood pressure is normal and in a really good range. My swelling though is worse than ever. It never goes down, not even during the night. Good news is that it is only in my feet and ankles. Bad news...HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO PUT ON RUNNING SHOES LIKE THIS???
I'm not doing a lot of walking and that could be part of it but I am doing strength every day including Sundays (different types every day.) I finished up my 30 day Make it Habit Challenge which worked the Hips, Butt and Thighs and picked up another one which is exercises for pregnancy and birth. I have Kegels, Butterfly stretches (which I also add resistance to work the inner and outer thighs), Tailor Squat (which has my legs apart and my rear nearly on the floor I'm so low and boy can I feel the stretch and all!) and then the pelvic rock for my back.
So far I'm having a hard time with getting out of the tailor squat due to my knees and then also keeping my heels on the ground due to my lack of flexabilty and the swelling of my ankles. Everything else, so far so good!
I'm going to have to blog about my challenge team and the Rocky challenge but as of now I must say,
YOU WANT YOUR RESPECT?
COME AND GET IT!!!
Red team members will know what I'm talking about!
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
HEY, MY NAME IS ROCKY BALBOA...
That's right, my name is Rocky Balboa.
Yes, it may sound crazy but it's not, trust me. I like to call it “imagination”.
It's amazing what the mind can do. It's even more amazing what we keep the mind from doing. The things we block out as we go through life. One of those things is our imagination.
I believe it works. No, I know it works.
I remember as a child I use to "teach" my dolls and stuff animals. I would give them a question "What is 2 +2?" and I would write it on paper and then "show them" how to get the right answer. When I got older I kept that same concept and used it.
Some of you may have remembered a couple of weeks back when I was really, really pushing it. Alone in the gym, with only my music with me. I wanted to reach that goal, man I wanted to reach it. I walked into that gym repeating the words 4 miles, 7,000 (strides), 4 miles, 7,000. I got on the machine and visualized that machine panel reading those numbers. I put on my Rocky music (I actually start my Rocky music by shouting out "HEY, MY NAME IS ROCKY BALBOA!") and I was there in Philly going the distance.
Even more, when I felt the need to slow down, when I got tired I didn't stop with letting my mind take over. I told myself "You want to be tired, but you aren't. You aren't tired, you got a lot left." I imagined blood flowing through my legs that just wanted to stop dead right there. It flowed, swelled them into these huge muscles, and I imagined my legs moving faster and faster, light as can be, strong and not willing to give up...
And they didn't and I reached my goal.
When I'm in the gym I'm not alone. I've brought sparks friends with me. I've had them in the gym watching me, telling me to move and keep moving. I've imagined the words on my sparks page sprawled across the gym walls. I've been running up the steps of the Philadelphia Art Museum with my man Rocky.
I honestly believe that if you can join me on this and really think, focus, believe and become Rocky Balboa, you can go the distance.
Read my sparkspage intro, watch the movie if you want and take from it what you can. Turn the story of Rocky into your own story.
For me, the story of Rocky Balboa becomes my story. The story of how one fat woman on the brink of being immobile for the rest of her life, took that step up the Philadelphia Art Museums entrance and began to fight her way through pain, emotional anguish, fear and 100 pounds of fat.
Now what's your story?
I'll help you every step of the way. I just need you to believe that you too can run those steps to your goal. Just say it with me...Hey, My name is Rocky Balboa.
Put on your gray sweat pants...
Slide on your black gloves...
Pull your cap over your forehead...
Lace up your shoes...
It's cold outside...
On the streets of Philly...
And now is your chance at the title...
Now is your chance to go the distance Rocky...
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