Today marks 3 weeks of successfully NOT ending my streak and logging into Sparkpeople every day! I'm pretty stoked about that (and the fact I made the decision to set up my browser so it automatically launches Sparkpeople when I first open it for the day, which has REALLY helped).
That said, it's been a mixed bag of progress. I did pretty well the first week, and moderately well the second week, but this past week has been more of a struggle. I had several "I haven't had enough sleep and I'm too tired to care" days, and only made it to the gym once last weekend (and haven't been back - I aim to rectify that in a few minutes though, and get a good start on THIS week). I suspect some of that stemmed from putting off a weigh-in - I NEVER weigh myself if I haven't gotten at least 8 hours of sleep before I do it (because you'd be surprised how much of a difference it makes, at least for me), and the last few weekends have been hectic. So I put it off. I almost didn't weigh myself this morning, but I talked myself into it and I'm glad I did - a three pound loss (instead of the steady pound or two of weight gain I'd been seeing all last semester) was a very big boost emotionally, and now I'm feeling motivated again. I can't lie, I also have a feeling the fact I intentionally slept in today (even though I know I've got about 4 hours of online classwork I need to complete before class on Tuesday), to the point of going back to bed at least twice when the body woke me up for various necessary functions, made a lot of difference. I'm one of those people who can flip my sleep schedule around all over the place and function fairly well, but it doesn't mean my body doesn't punish me for it eventually. The difference between how I feel this morning versus how I've felt most mornings this week is a pretty good indicator I've been pushing a little too hard. Duly noted, I need to work on that.
On the school front, things are moving along beautifully (and it already feels REALLY FAST - the fact this is our last semester is getting VERY real). I had my first shift of role transition last week and my preceptor is amazing - she's been a labor & delivery nurse for 30 years and is obviously one of those people who really enjoys giving back and helping new nurses find their feet. Our first day she was subbing for someone as operating room coordinator (which is my other interest if L & D doesn't pan out), which was an AWESOME experience - by the time I'd seen four c-sections during the course of our day, I'd seen the routine enough that I was anticipating things, helping out (as much as I was able due to strict OR protocol), and definitely got the sense that I was right - I could totally do that job (heck, herding cats is one of my super powers - I did it for 16 years keeping programmers from breaking each other's stuff in the data center where I used to work). And the cherry on top of an already amazing day was helping with a vaginal birth at the end of our shift, for a first time mom...everybody was in tears by the time that baby was born, it was just glorious. So yeah, I'm totally on the right path.
Role Transition Selfie. :)
Meanwhile, Nana has been enjoying her weekly Monday morning date with the grandbaby even though nobody has class at that time this semester. Mondays are the perfect time for us to go to the Children's Museum because they don't have school groups scheduled for Mondays so all of the programming is geared towards ages 5 and under. And it's FAR (like ridiculously so) less crowded. The volunteers are starting to recognize us (we're usually among the first in the door when they open). It's such a wonderfully creative play space, and I love watching his mind working! He's also gotten a lot more verbal since the Florida trip (at least it seems that way to me). Here, have some proud Nana pictures.
In even BETTER news (if there can be such a thing), I got to see my heartkids yesterday, for the first time in AGES, and it went as well as it possibly could have gone. I got one specific hug I've been waiting/hoping/praying for for over a year. So yeah, Mommy Lisa's heart runneth over.
And with that, this work out isn't going to sweat itself, so off to the gym I go!