All Things Woompty

Oh, and I really need to get my nails done

I've started walking on a regular basis again, or at least a semi-regular basis. One of my coworkers has signed up to do the 3-Day this year too (not that I've managed to sign up yet, because I am apparently still the slackiest slacker who ever did slack), so we walk after work a few nights a week. And she is kicking my ASS, let me tell you. Not only is she taller than me, she also walks VERYVERYFAST in general so imagine me with my stubby little chunks of legs huffing to try and keep up. Oy. It was quite entertaining the first few times, I'll tell you what.

I've mentioned before how badly sitting on my ass for a few months doped up and eating food not cooked by me affected my ability to just go for a walk. The first couple of times we went out, I was barely able to make it a mile and a half. It was as though I had never walked or worked out or anything. Ugh, I hated every minute of feeling that way. Really, it was kind of embarrassing. Here I am someone who's always going on and on about being a healthy fat girl who's still able to be really active and then all of a sudden I wasn't.

But Tall Chick kept at me and kept me going out there and now we're at the good part. We've found our mutual stride at about an 18 minute mile, and now a five mile walk whizzes by as we chatter. I kind of love what happens when you start walking with someone on a regular basis. We always got along before now but I didn't really know much about her, at least not any more than she knew about me. But when you're walking together for an hour or so, there's not much else you can do but talk to each other. We talk about our dysfunctional families, the goofy things our husbands do, my upcoming surgery, the goofy things our managers do. Oh, and food. We totally talk about food because both of us love it more than we should.

It's so weird to me, food talking with one of the Skinny People. Because Tall Chick is totally skinny. She's tall and she's fit and has a body I wish I could magically morph into. But she has some of the same kinds of food obsession I have. Like Mexican food. Both of us could eat Mexican food every day if it wasn't for the whole 50 gatrillion calories thing. And cheese. And really good bread. She's the first skinny person I've described my weigh in day routine to (on my WW weigh in days, I follow a very strict eating plan that involves a light breakfast, Jamba Juice for lunch and 3-4 liters of water through the day to flush everything out, because I am delusional and believe it helps me post a better loss) (yes, this is totally fucked up thinking) (no, I will not stop doing this), and when I told her, she totally laughed and empathized. But she didn't empathize by talking about how fat she was; she just told me her story about weigh in routines. And that? Bodes very well for us walking together on the 3-Day.

In other news, yesterday was my very last physical therapy appointment. I'm actually going to miss going to PT, although I definitely won't miss having to drag my ass out of bed an hour early so I could make it to my 7am appointments. My therapist was funny, and smart, and really experienced, and she only hurt me because she had to. Actually, everyone at the office I went to was funny, smart, and good at their jobs. And! It was all women who worked there. Who knew upper extremity rehab was such a popular job field for women?

Anyway, I'm still nowhere near 100% and my surgeon said he was going to put a permanent restriction on my lifting abilities (no more than 20 pounds with both hands, says he) (so Abbie better not gain any more weight, is all I'm saying). Next week I go in for my final evaluation to find out exactly how permanently disabled I am, and apparently, they are then going to throw free money at me. Seriously, I am really good at injuring myself in ways that end up paying out at later dates. I'd prefer not having the hunk of metal in my arm though, quite frankly.

You'll all be happy to know that there will be no mac & cheese involved in our anniversary celebration this weekend, as appropriate as it may have been. Instead, we've decided to play tourist in our hometown and will be staying at this swanky hotel tomorrow night. As luck would have it, our favorite Thai place has opened a second restuarant just 6 blocks away from the hotel so we'll even be able to have a nice date night, capped off by a showing of Grindhouse, because nothing says "Happy Anniversary!" like blood spatter and zombies.

On Sunday we'll be breaking the seal on the top layer of our wedding cake and having cake and champagne for dinner. I have high hopes for it being well-preserved since it's been wrapped in 5 layers...an inch of fondant followed by wax paper, cling wrap, tin foil and a taped up box. It's a heck of a lot of cake though, so we invited people to come over and eat it with us.

Thus far, we have one person definitely coming and a couple of maybes. Stupid Easter, especially this year when it's a rare "Easter For Everyone!" weekend. Seriously, it's like the big mammajamma of spring holidays this year...Passover, Orthodox Easter and "regular" Easter are all happening this weekend. So basically, all of our friends will be with their families and none of them will be celebrating with us, so no cake for them. And more champagne for me.

Hooray!

posted by Melinda @ 2:51 PM