Monday, January 17, 2011
I picked my dog up from the hospital today, where she has been since Wednesday. I'm so sick I can't really remember the total bill, but it was over $3000. On top of the $400 veterinary bill I paid last Monday.
This was immediately after I paid Home Depot for my new cabinets and counters, just under $10,000.
I started feeling my flu symptoms Saturday night, and on Sunday there was little doubt it was flu. I dressed to go to the gym, but the sudden, severe symptoms brought life to a halt. Keeping the appointments at Home Depot and the Animal Hospital today were a monumental task.
I've spent most of the remainder of today in bed, but the coughing, sneezing, and related unpleasantness have robbed me of sleep.
Did I mention the hardrive on my computer passed away this weekend? I'll be confined to my netbook for a few days (or perhaps a few weeks, considering the massive kitchen project going on downstairs).
It's been a challenging week.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
I did not blog yesterday, because I took my dog to the critical care hospital (NOT encouraging at all) and ended up not going to the gym (nothing happy to brag about). I spent yesterday ripping off the rest of the plaster and lathe on the kitchen wall, to expose the plumbing and electrical lines.
I went to the gym this morning, and although I DO have something gym-related to brag about, I put it off because I wanted a dog update from the hospital FIRST. The vet didn't call last night, as I expected she would; so I was mentally bracing myself for terrible news.
When I got home, I ate, showered, and dressed because I knew that if the vet told me something really bad, it might be difficult for me to pull myself together, and I still have things I need to do today.
The vet called while I was in the bathroom. She spoke to my spouse, because apparently, our home phone is on the fritz; and I didn't hear my phone ringing in my handbag because I was brushing my teeth in the bathroom. She offered a little more encouragement than she did yesterday: doggie's blood sugar has been stabilized, her insulin has been stepped down, and she is eating.
Now for the good GYM news: today, I RAN on the treadmill, for the first time in my LIFE. WOOT! Only 3 minutes, but it was a confidence booster for sure, and I know it will be a wonderful way to pump up my future interval training.
Twenty years ago, I could power-walk at 4mph, but no more! I start dying at 3.8, and if I don't grab the handrail, I can't keep it together. But I really wanted to go 4mph, because I happen to think that 4mph is rather slow. So I bumped up the speed, and cautiously broke into an easy jog. Woo Hoo! I did a short 3 minute interval, then reduced the speed, all the while monitoring my heart rate. It felt fantastic! It felt EASY!
I feel as if my fitness experiment was a huge success, and I can't wait to do it again. More importantly, I can't wait to see where I am six months from now! I can hardly tell you how HAPPY I am that I joined a gym, and hired a trainer. It was just what I needed to get my THINSPIRATION back! My trainer will reevaluate me in only eight more days, the end of my first month (the time has FLOWN by), and I hope he is impressed.
I'm off to meet with the cabinet guy, then to visiting hours at the veterinary hospital to see my puppy, then I have class (first week of school).
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
The incline speedwalking and 300 lb leg presses hit me hard tonight.
Due to unforseen circumstances, I was unable to get to the gym until after 5pm. I worked out like a fiend, and rushed home to see Biggest Loser (ten minutes late).
I got up during a commercial, and WOW, my legs are SPENT.
Now, how am I going to get myself a glass of wine?
Monday, January 10, 2011
Whenever you remodel an old house, be prepared to spend twice as much as you thought you would, because of all the structural problems you'll uncover.
I have decided on the layout for my new kitchen. The wall separating the kitchen from the dining room, which I have wanted gone since I bought the place, doesn't actually need to be completely taken out. It will, however, need a big section opened up. So I started in on it last night.
The more I removed, the more I became convined that this could not possibly be a bearing wall. Up at the ceiling, it appeared that the wall joists bore almost no load at all. Down at the floor, some joists were completely rotted, floating inches above the subfloor boards. Despite this, the remaining sound joists showed no signs of strain- no bowing, no splitting.
The contractor showed up at 3pm to have a look, and concurred. After hearing his drafting fee, I quickly decided my own drafting skills were just fine. For the next 45 minutes, my husband and my father in law asked him as many technical questions as they could think of, I paid him for his consultation, and thanked him for the advice.
I can't wait to take down the rest of what's coming down, but it will have to wait until the trash gets picked up.
Tomorrow, Pop and I will go to the gym, then to see the cabinet guy again, and ask him to tweak the design a little. We'll most likely make an order this week.
Wednesday, doggie goes to a veterinary critical care hospital for an ultrasound to find out what else (besides diabetes) is wrong with her. Her regular vet fears it may be pancreatic cancer.
Sunday, January 09, 2011
Bad treadmill experiences and foot pain drove me to DSW last night. I thought I had some running shoes that were still usable, but after locating and examining every pair of them, I saw I was mistaken. Not only were they ALL too large (when you lose a hundred pounds, your feet get smaller too), they were all badly worn. So off I went, into the frigid night, as my spouse and his father pounded and ripped away at parts of my house.
I'm glad I went- they were having a "New Years Resolution" special on athletic shoes. I ened up buying two pair instead of one; I snagged the Sauconys I was after, and added some comfy, cushy Brooks as well. Now, I'm off to the gym to put them through the paces.
And fantastic news: I might be able to keep my French doors. After measuring them, we *may* be able to relocate them. I'm so darned excited by this possibility, I can hardly tell you.
The contractor is coming tomorrow afternoon. I'll ask him.
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