This week I did: horribly
My mom told me not to blame it on her. So I won’t. But she has been here the whole week…coincidence? Just kidding! It’s my own fault I don’t have much self determination. I’m not even going to go down my list of things to do each week. I didn’t get to bed on time; I didn’t drink enough water each day; I didn’t exercise, except for Monday. Let me explain why I did so poorly.
Monday morning I get up bright and early at 0600. Read my Bible all the while thinking, “I’m going to go running this morning instead of exercising in the house.” So I actually do that. I go running. Outside. For 30 minutes. The last time I ran for exercise was over two years ago. Let’s just say I probably overdid it. My body didn’t let me forget it. Monday night/Tuesday morning it started raining so I had to get up in the middle of the night to close the window in the kitchen. Somehow I pulled an abdominal muscle or something down there. I was pulling down on the window and felt something pull/pop/stretch/burn, etc. I had a hard time laying back down in my bed and I had a harder time deciding which side to sleep on in case I was bleeding internally. I woke up at 0600 Tuesday morning and it hurt to sit up. I tried to do crunches but decided the pain signals my body was sending me were a sign that I needed to lay off.
So, Tuesday is when I realized I should take the rest of the week off of exercising. No need to increase the injury right? Tuesday is also when the over-scheduled week began. The girls and I had to get up to the city for Ashlyn’s ear appointment (she doesn’t need tubes); visit the sewing instructor so I could schedule my classes that I won; shop at JoAnn, Target, and WalMart for some necessities; pick up my mom from the air port; stop by a dance shop; and go grocery shopping.
Wednesday my mom taught Reagan’s school so I could go to my sewing class and prepare for the yard sale.
Thursday we didn’t do school and I went to my sewing class. I was supposed to also work on the yard sale but I didn’t. I did work on some Sew Petit orders though. Got all of those fulfilled.
Friday was the big day to organize and price everything for the yard sale. I hate yard sales.
Saturday was the yard sale. Made a lot of money. I love yard sales. We also went to a Spring Bash lawn party Saturday evening at the lady who takes our family’s portraits. Live band, pot luck food, Guitar Hero for the first time ever (I beat Du! He’ll tell you it was because Ashlyn was screaming the whole time, but she was screaming and hanging onto my leg…and I still won). It was a fun night.
Sunday, today: church; Reagan’s second dance recital pictures (Mom took her yesterday for her other ones); a trip to Cockrell’s Mercantile (awesome 5-houses-full kitchen store); saying goodbye to Phillip, our tadpole. Sadly he “croaked” yesterday sometime during the yard sale. We don’t know why. Please do not laugh at us being sad over a dead tad pole until you lose one. You’ll never know the depths of emotion over watching something morph from a sperm-looking swimmy thing with tiny legs into an almost-frog swimmy thing with long legs, protruding arms and a fat belly. Shut up. As if God wanted to make us feel better one of our caterpillars hatched from his chrysalis today and is now a Painted Lady Butterfly. Will he last through the night? Our track record isn’t that stellar right now.
Now I must explain to you why I did the whole Accountability April in the first place. Du’s been gone the whole month of April. He had to take a class for his job. This guy will end up having taken so many classes we’ll have to insure his brain. Wait, that’s called life insurance isn’t it. He’s very schooled.
Anyway, I knew that if I didn’t set goals for myself and try to be organized and proactive everyday then the whole month would be wasted on the couch with popcorn, coke and a serious addiction to internet shopping. I’m happy about what I’ve accomplished. I think my water drinking and face washing are definitely habits I’m sticking with. I’m praying that exercising will be one as well. My abdomen feels better now so whatever I did when shutting the window wasn’t life threatening. I may run again tomorrow. But not for 30 minutes. I’ll work up to that feeling confident in knowing that I could run for 30 if I had to. My everyday planning still needs a bit of work as well.
So, if you want to check in with me every once in a while to see if I’m keeping it up I would definitely appreciate it. Thanks to those of you who kept me encouraged this month!
Not So SAHM 
But still, you mowed the lawn. That makes up for a whole lot in my book!
Here’s the thing. I know we’re supposed to exercise for health purposes and all, but you’re so teeny tiny that I just figure you’re as healthy as you’re ever gonna get. So I say: Poop on the exercise! For you, that is. Myself…well, I should be running a 10K a day for my flabbiness. Admission is a step in the right direction. Just a step, though… a leap would require exercise. 🙂
But you rocked it out this month, truly. I think you did well. Congrats!
What I’m worried about is my cardiovascular health. Heart disease is one of the leading killers of women. I’d hate to look like I’m all healthy on the outside but be dying on the inside, if it’s something I can control. BUT, if your physician husband will tell me I don’t need to exercise then I’ll throw away my running shoes. I’d be a lot happier!
Ashlyn was holding onto your leg? Yes, for 30 seconds. The other 5 minutes she was screaming at the top of her lungs hanging on to my leg. And don’t forget, when I mentioned it to you, you said, “Ashlyn who? Is she down here? I thought she was upstairs. I didn’t hear anything.”