I ran..outside…and I didn't even combust

I’ve always said I don’t like running outside.  I also said I don’t like running on treadmills.  Maybe I should have just said I DON’T LIKE RUNNING.  I’ve played with running on the treadmill at the gym, but the gym is far and I don’t run enough so..meh, I’m not gonna be a runner.  My husband on the other hand IS A RUNNER.  I have to admit it’s bothered me.  He runs in races and events and I…don’t run.  The obvious solution would be to start running.

So I did.

Outside.

And.

It wasn’t bad.  I ran one mile exactly the first day.  I had to figure out my pace first which was a little odd, I’m used to punching a number in on the treadmill and then trying to keep up.  I used the RunKeeper Pro ap on my phone and 12 minutes later I was back. 

12 minutes….

I thought about it and, well, 12 minutes is NOTHING.  It was barely a work out.  I was frustrated.  Then I realized I JUST RAN A MILE OUTSIDE and I wasn’t frustrated anymore.  Not to mention my husband totally got all misty eyed when he read that I ran.  I came home and noticed that Jessa was doing the C25K program.  I noticed because THERE IS AN AP FOR THAT.  If there is an ap I’m all for it.  The next day I set to work doing day one week one of C25K.  I failed.  I ran almost the whole time instead of walking.  I made it 1.78 miles. I was annoyed that I couldn’t follow the program but then I realized I RAN 1.78 miles and I don’t need an ap to tell me to "Run" (in annoying english female voice).  So I think I’ll stick to my RunKeeper Pro ap and just run until it hurts.

I’m also eating a little better.  If you follow me on Facebook you might have noticed my random food posts. I figure if I have to tell people I might choose a little better what I eat.  

My husband has also decided to be vegetarian for Lent.  Last night I made him a portobello mushroom burger.  That wasn’t the good part.  The good part was the garlic mayo I made and put on it.  He kept raving about and I was getting pissed because I wanted some.  Then I realized IT’S VEGETARIAN I CAN EAT WHAT HE EATS FOR 40 DAYS and I took a bite.  It was pretty fucking delicious.  There is something to be said for homemade garlic mayo.  

I have the stair climb coming up next month too so while catering the other night I chose to use the stairs the whole time instead of the elevator.  That plus the 1.78 mile run and I was limping yesterday.  Mental note: buy better shoes for catering. 

That is about all that is going on with me. Pretty boring.  Hence the lack of posts.  Here let me fill it with pictures!

 

What I’ve been dealing with lately…thank gosh it’s been gone for almost 3 days.

 

My geek boys.

 

I’m a sell out…I totally bought it just because Miley was in it.

 

My Tulips better bloom….this snow is pissing them off.

 

My handsome lil man

 

I love a man with dishpan hands….and those arms.

 

My food lately

 

Sickie here at work with me today

Confirming what I already knew … and also, they do "that" with tampons

I read a story today in Marie Clair about a girl in treatment for anorexia.  In the hospital they were allowed only one tampon at a time and had to be monitored when they took it out and disposed of it.  WHY?????

Because some women would soak it in water and swallow it to try and look like they gained weight for their doctors during treatment.

I give good head but even I don’t think I could swallow a water soaked tampon!

I saw my doctor yesterday.  You know the one for my "crazy."  Rob came with me this time.  Which was fun actually.  It was cute to see him and the doctor look at each other a few times during the talk and make a face that said, "dude I know, I have to live with her," or "look shes displaying the crazy right now, it’s like a free show only without the beer."  At one point my doctor said, "so you are depressed?" In my head I responded "NO SHIT SHERLOCK." They both agree however that I’ve done excellent lately at showcasing my ‘poker face.’  I’ve decided that is bad though.  I’m sitting here looking all put together and shit and on the inside I’m thinking:

WHAT’S THE CLOSEST THING I CAN SMASH

I HATE MYSELF, I HATE YOU, AND I HATE EVERYTHING AROUND ME (accept this glass of wine, I don’t hate this glass of wine, by the end of this post I bet I love this glass of wine and everything around it)

I’M FAT AND NEVER EATING AGAIN

I’M FAT AND I’M GOING TO EAT EVERYTHING ON MY PLATE AND EVERYTHING ON YOURS TOO

SMASH SMASH SMASH

AM I HEARING THINGS

STOP MAKING NOISE

OAMGOKADJGLAKFDJGOIHDFGKAJDFGKHA;DFGHAKJEGHAO;H

 

But I put on a really good poker face.  We are adding in an anti depressant to the "mood stabilizer."  But I’m wondering, does the mood stabilizer have to pick a personality to stabilize before it stabilizes or is it just supposed to stabilize all the personalities in my head?

*takes a sip (lie gulp) of wine*

Anyway, the husband wants to come again next time which is good.  I like it.  It’s nice knowing he might start to understand some of this.

 

In other news. Even though I had a hysterectomy I still have a mental period every other month (since I only have one ovary it skips months) IT’S THAT MONTH.  Add that in with the depression and the lack of being on meds and whoooo boy it’s fun round these parts.  Maybe I do need a tampon after all.  To jam into my eyeballs or something.  Or maybe two tampons, to use as ear plugs. 

Ear plugs…now those sound good.

My favorite part of the meeting with my doctor went like this:

Husband: So how long until the meds work?

Doctor: About 2-3…

Husband: DAYS!!!!! (insert awesome happy face)

Doctor: (insert oh shit face) No, weeks

Husband: (Insert a look of despair) oh…man…oh….sigh (insert brave face)

And then my doctor actually started laughing, it was so funny.  Really funny.  Because he knows what my husband is in for, and he actually got to see Rob’s face and my doctor just laughed…like santa, like a big ole jolly santa he just sat there laughing. 

And then I laughed.

And my husband….he wanted to borrow my poker face!