Wasted wake up

I woke up early this morning to go watch the sunrise on the beach.  Well, I pulled out of the garage and noticed it was drizzling.  I was wondering why it was so dark out still, and that was the reason.  I drove there anyway hoping that maybe it was just raining where I was, but that wasn't the case.  I guess I'll try again tomorrow.

My run on the beach was great yesterday morning, minus the two huge blisters I got on both of my big toes.  That should make today's beach excursion interesting.  I guess I'll find out how that works out in an hour.

Friends came to visit me yesterday and we hung out by the pool all day.

I rollerbladed along the ocean.  My foot and my hip hurt a bit from running, but whatever.  My blisters are my big issue now.

Today, beach, pool, beach. :)  Weather is perfect!!

I'm here

I'm here.  I only spent 3 hours out by the pool today, actually 3.5, but it was later in the day and I didn't really get much color.  That will change.  Charro wants me to lay off the sun, and I know I should but I can't. 

My parents picked me up from the airport and we stopped at the store.  We were walking and my dad goes, "How come your pants are so droopy?"  I replied by saying, "It's because I have my phone in my back pocket.  It's dragging them down."  I don't think he bought it, but that's how I bought my jeans. 

Tomorrow I will run on the beach and rollerblade.  Hopefully my foot won't kill afterwards.  We shall see.

I can't wait to go to bed.  I didn't sleep well last night and had to get up really early this morning.  Time to catch up on my zzzzz.

Cat in the suitcase

I'm done with Charro for a week, which is sad because when I get back we only have 5 sesh's left before she leaves for a few months.  I know now that she's going on vacation for a week in May, maybe longer, to some place in the Caribbean.  I said, "Oh great, so you come back and then you leave again.  That's not cool."  She won't be going any where this summer, so I guess it's okay. ;)

I'm tired.  I need to pack.  I just got my suitcase out and I dread packing.  I just don't want to do it.  Tomorrow at this time I'll be poolside. :)  I just wish I didn't have to pack, wake up early to get to the airport and pay for a cab.  I guess it's all good though, since I'll be basking in the sun for a week.

I told Charro that my foot will either heal or end up worse during this next week, depending upon what running barefoot in the sand does to it.  She's encouraging me to talk to my parents about stuff, but I don't want to.  I can't.  There's nothing to say really.

I hate leaving my cats.  I hope they don't miss me too much and fare okay without me.  Gave the little guy his IV yesterday, all 200ml, so he should be good to go for two weeks.  I guess I should start packing.  Oh wait, there is a cat in my suitcase!

Stuff(ed)

I've done nothing but eat this whole weekend and I want to vomit.  It doesn't help that I'll be in a bikini on Tuesday.  That's not going to be pretty.  I would love to run tomorrow but I don't think I can do that with my foot.  I guess I can just do the elliptical since I'll be running pretty much everyday on the beach.  I'm not sure if that's going to help or hurt my foot.  My hip, that's another story.  It is what it is and at least I know what's wrong with it, so I don't really care about that too much.  It bothers me and I deal with it.

Seriously, I feel so disgusting right now.  My friends and I had a "soup party" today.  Only three of us made soups but there was a lot of food and I'm stuffed.  The thought of puking doesn't really sound bad to me at all right now, but since I guess I'm not bulimic, I won't do that.  It does seem very appealing and would make me feel better...and probably worse.  I think the reason why I've never become bulimic is because I know if I threw up just one time I'd be completely screwed because I'd never stop and then I would have a serious ED.  That would NOT be good at all and that is not what I want.  So, it's a good thing I just "restrict" and am "exercise bulimic."

I should play with my cats.  I feel horrible that I'm leaving them for so long.  :(  It makes me really sad. 

I need to clean, shower, pack.  My arms are shaky from carrying a pot of soup 2 miles.  If I think about the crap I ate I'll go insane so I have to try and not do that and try and be skinny for my trip.  Lots to chat about with Charro tomorrow.  Only 2 more weeks with her. :)

Stupid foot pain

I'm icing my foot before heading upstairs to a one year olds birthday party, which I will stay at for approximately 37 minutes.  I woke up at 6:30 AM to go babysit, went to the gym, the store, got home, showered and have to leave here in a few minutes, come back and make soup for a party and then I'm going out tonight to dinner and a show.  Busy day for me.

My foot is killing me.  On a scale of 1-10 I'd say it's a 6.  I guess that doesn't mean that it's "killing me," but it hurts a lot when I walk.  My friend who I'm seeing tonight is a PT so I will ask her to check it out for me.  I was reading up a little on tendinitis and it says to stop all activities, which I knew, but I can't do that.  It also says that if it's bad enough they'll put you in a boot cast for 6 weeks.  NO way.  I'm still pretty sure that I'm going to need hip surgery at some point, even though the doctor does not recommend it right now.  I've been taking Ibuprofen for almost two months now and the pain did cease a little but yesterday it was back in full force.  It burns all the time, which might be more uncomfortable than having pain.

I hope my foot gets better while I'm away.  I'll be running barefoot on the beach, which I'm not sure will be helpful or more harmful. 

I really need a nap.  The party starts in 1 minute but I'll go up in 10 or so.  I get antsy sitting around so I'll head up soon.  I won't know anyone and don't want to go, but I have to stop in.  I'll come home and take a nap and make soup before I have to go out.  I'm getting picked up in 3 1/2 hours.  That's enough time to get everything done.

I had tendinitis in my foot in college, which is why I think this is the same thing.  Same foot and it feels like the same area.  I don't remember the treatment, other than sticking it in an ice bath, which I HATED!  I think I have to make the alphabet with my foot too.  I'll ask tonight.  I don't want to have to stop doing things.  That would suck, especially since I'd go crazy because it's right about when Charro is leaving.

I guess I should get ready to go upstairs.

I feel fat today, which is great.  I love that feeling.

Ortho nightmare

My body is like an orthopedic nightmare for me, but probably an orthopedics's dream.  Let's see, my right hip hurts, but that's to be expected because of the tear I have in there.  My left foot has been hurting for two weeks now.  I've diagnosed myself as having tendinitis.  I was going to ask the lady I babysit for (she's a doctor) to look at it for me tonight, but she didn't seem to be in the mood so I didn't.  Maybe tomorrow I'll have her look to see if it's swollen.  It hurts a lot, which I cannot have.  I guess running 6 miles didn't help either of my issues.

I need to go to bed.  I have to get up early and babysit again.  I need the money so it's good.

Chaos

Poor Charro is having a rough day.  I got to my sesh and checked my phone and there were two emails from her.  One said she'd be 10 minutes late, the next one said that the traffic was really bad and she'd be 20-30 minutes late and asked me if I still wanted to come.  I was thinking, "still want to come?...I'm already here."  So, she finally got there and we were going to fit in our full time when her office phone rang.  They asked her to run a group at 10 so that cut us 15 minutes short.  I thought it was weird that she drove to work, but she said she can't walk because she "sprained" her leg.  (She pulled a muscle in her quad, is how I interpreted that).  She's so not athletic, it's funny.  Okay, I don't know about you, but I think people can usually walk with a pulled muscle.  Well, maybe it has something to do with the fact that she's going to have a baby in a month, who knows. I thought that was odd, but whatevs.  So then, someone knocked on the door.  It was like the most chaotic sesh ever.

There was one bright note, she forgot to weigh me.  No WIF.  Well, I said, as I was putting my boots on, "I guess we'll just have to wait to do WIF until I get back from Florida."  She said, "No, we'll do it now." I said, "But I have my boots on."  She said, "I'll take them off."  I said, "You'll take off 7 pounds?"  She laughed.  So really, she has no idea what I weigh because she doesn't know what to subtract.  I weighed like 5-6 lbs more on her scale than I do in real like, with all of that crap on.  She doesn't know that.

Hitting the treadmill later for a 6 mile run.  We'll see how my foot and hip feel after that.

WIFFING it up

It's "cleaning Thursday."  I also have to do some work too.  I have some reading materials to go through, which I'm sure will be absolutely mesmerizing.  I get to read about financial investments, I think.  Doozy.

I'm not looking forward to WIF tomorrow.  Oh how I hate WIF.  I guess I should just suck it up and live through the three more WIFs I'm going to have over the next month.  Hmm, let's face it, Charro can't fire me because she's going on maternity leave.  I guess I shouldn't worry too much if I've lost a little weight or am not where she wants me to be because, like I said, she can't fire me because she'll be gone.  Maybe that takes a little pressure off of me.

I can't wait to take pictures with my new camera next week.  I'll have to take the instruction manual on the plane so I know what the heck each setting does, because right now I'm just playing with them all.  I want to take cool pics.

I guess I should get my vacuuming over with.  That takes all of 24 seconds.

I wonder what kind of nutty things Charro will do tomorrow.