Friday, January 11, 2013
Ive lost 2 pounds this week, so let me start off by saying, SUCK ON THAT.
I am prone to injury. I have been told I'm clumsy, and one friend even said that all former ballerinas become unequivocally ungraceful once they quit dancing. Either way, I am always injured. At any given time you can ask me what I've recently injured and I can tell you - any day, any time. I can't count how many toes I've broken. My poor knees ... if my knees were my children someone would have called protective services by now. Yesterday and today were my elbows. Yesterday I banged the left one on the tailgate of my husband's monster truck (yes, it really is a monster truck, I have a ladder to use to get in and out of it). I didn't just bang it, either, I really did a number. Like hit a blood vessel, left a bruise, numbness... baaaaad stuff. This morning my two year old decided to throw a clock at my right elbow. Awesome.
But my clumsiness is just the tip of the iceberg regarding things that try to set me back. For example, my two year old. Like most two year olds, my sweet girl requires constant supervision... hawk-like supervision. If you're a parent you understand how quickly they can get into trouble, and how fast they can run away from you. Not only that but my two year old is special needs. So not only do I have to stick like glue to her, I have to be mindful that she's already broken a leg and has had multiple surgeries so she really, really, really needs to be careful.
Then I have the usual things that feed everyone the usual excuses- exhaustion, parties, work/school, etc. And let's not forget fun surprises. In my case that's the bathroom that I've been waiting to have fixed from busted pipes since September. Can't run to the store with construction crews blocking your driveway and with a two year old in tow and three dogs waiting to meet the construction crew.
Either way, none of this has prevented me from losing 2 pounds. Go. Me.