Thursday, August 29, 2013
I've basically stopped having these, but shortly after my son was born I would have a nightmare where I would "wake up" one morning to find that my pregnancy and my son's birth were both just dreams I had while I was asleep. These were VERY disturbing and I would wake up crying. Then I'd have to go in to check on my little guy, to make sure he was REAL.
(We tried to have a baby for a VERY long time, in the neighborhood of eight years. Neither of us had health insurance that covered fertility, so at one point we just "gave up" and tried to accept that we would be childless. Long story short, I think once we "gave up," it worked. But the odds were so against us, and it's highly doubtful I'll ever have another, so Little Bear is pretty much a miracle baby.)
Every now and then and I have a similar nightmare involving weight loss. I wake up to the realization that I haven't really lost ANYTHING -- it was all just a dream.
I'm not sure why I have these, but when I do I have to traipse out to the bathroom to weigh myself and "make sure." Then I have to get off and back on the scale, and squint at it very carefully to make sure it still reads 143 and not 193. It takes a little bit of time to convince myself.
This week and last week's calorie count have been on the high end of my range, and I haven't made the differential I've been aiming for. That's okay. I know I won't have gained any weight, at least.
Starting September 1st, I'm introducing a new fitness plan with more yoga, stationery biking on non-running days, and I think a little more pilates rather than lower-body strength training. I'm sort of considering actually getting (or borrowing) a bicycle since we've had hot but not unpleasant weather all month, and the fall is expected to be really nice. (This summer started out as one of the rainiest we've had in several years, but that tapered off in July.)
I assume I can get my heart rate up enough on a regular bike, even though I'll only be going through the flat areas of the subdivision. I'd REALLY love to get roller blades again, but our streets are really bad for skating.
Took Little Bear to the library last night for some new books, and he ran the entire length of the building and back, faster that I run! I mentioned to him that I'd found some new races for him to run in September, so now he's incredibly excited, and had to go get his medal and show it to us again. Over and over. All. Night. Long. LOL. I'm not sure how old kids have to be before they can do any kind of organized running (beyond the 100-meter dash events at the kids runs) but I have GOT to get him involved. He loves running.
He has been watching me knit with more interest than usual. He wants to climb in my lap and watch, but I can't really get a good angle, so that doesn't usually work for us. I have this fantasy that one day he'll ask me to teach him how to knit and he'll enjoy it as much as me. I remember my own grandmother and mother trying to explain crochet to me as a child, and I would make endless chains while my grandma made doll clothes and my mom made rosettes that she sewed into afghans. Or maybe Grandma will show him how to crochet (she currently claims she can't remember how. Whatever.)
By the way, knitting is a GREAT hobby for people trying to control what they eat. You need both hands to knit, and you don't want to get food on your hands because that transfers to the yarn, so you fast while you're working :) Just a tip.