Friday, April 18, 2008

Starting to Settle Down

Since about the time of my last post I started working out at Curves. I enjoy the time being in my own little world with nothing to think about except the sweat on my brow and whether or not I will attain my ideal accelerated heart rate. My point was supposed to be that I have been so tired with that plus my already busy schedule that I can hardly stay up late enough to post anything....not that I was doing a great job of keeping up on it before.

I am not sure how/when to get past the weight issue that I have. I continue to stay just above my Weight Watchers goal. This has been going on for over a year now. Even with the added exercise, I just can't seem to shed the pounds. I realize that I am not fat. I just want to be comfortable in my own clothes again. At one point, I was 10-15 pounds lighter than I am today. My freind, Kerri, who is also a member of Curves tells me to stick with it. She went from...doesn't matter...she is down 4 pant sizes. She also says that it took her 3 months for the pounds to come off, and that she shed inches first. That has been true for me also. I lost 4.25 inches and decreased my BMI by 3%. I wish I could feel it in my waist.

The crazy part is when I got measured this month. The very kind weigh-in lady had me step on the scale. No big surprise. Only down one pound. Although, I did express my discontent. She tried to make me feel better throughtout the weigh-in. After she measured my bust which is about the only part of me that did NOT lose inches, she says, "oh, good news your bust is the same." When she looked up at my "frown", she asked, "you want that to go down too?" I just wanted to say to her, "HEY LADY! when a woman has a breast reduction, she never wants to be LARGER than her pre-surgery size!!!" Then she tried to reassure me that, if given time, this too would decrease. I just kept thinking about having the surgery again. Before I am 40.

I have been praying lately that God would give me some income for the summer. I need to replace the money I stole from James' daycare account that I used to buy my brothers car for Kevin. When I got to work yesterday there was a message flashing on my vm button. The recording lady had me scared with the time of 4:33pm as the only message. The 8th grade principal is the one who will be running summer school at NWV this year. She has been really great to me.

Anyway, Dr. G. left this message saying that I should call her back if I want to teach this summer. I, of course, called her back that instant. Still don't know WHAT I am teaching or to whom. But here is the fabulous news....

With only 105 students enrolled for the summer, this would only allow for 1, maybe 1.5, teams of teachers for grades 6-9. Seeing that I don't teach a core subject on a regular basis, and I have not been at the Valley for as long as many of the others who applied, I was shocked that she wanted to hire ME. What a compliment!!!!!!!!!!

I am scared to ask anyone else if they have a summer school position. Even though I did not make the decision, I just don't want them to be mad at me. I really enjoy the people I work with for a change. (No offense, Kerri.) I am very curious as to why she did chose me, and with whom I will be working. Maybe it will come up tomorrow at the party.

Karen is coming over to give a Passions Party. Many of my co-workers will be there. This is my second annual. Anyone who could not make it this year, is more than welcome to come next April, if my sister-in-law continues to have me.

Emma and James start swimming lessons tomorrow. James will be on a t-ball team starting in June. (I guess I did not take that into consideration when I started planning a trip to Chicago or Texas. Rethink.) James is sooo pumped. He askes everyday, "when can I play baseball?" The other daily question from him is, "when is Halloweeng?" Not altogether sure what the 'g' is all about, but it sure is cute.

Emma has been "in trouble" at school for talking at inappropriate times a lot this month. She is my social butterfly. This is what becomes of those she'll-go-to-anyone babies. They go and talk to anyone who will listen, even....Her latest question is, "how old will I be when I can read as fast as you?" I am not sure why that is important, but it is, at least today.

Kevin is still sober. He as an important anniversary coming up in a couple of weeks. Sobriety has been incredible for our family, life, marriage,....

With my Wednesday night WW meeting probably not renewing, and the Girl Scout Leader retirement things are starting to settle down around here a bit. AAAAAHH.

Goodnight.

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