What a day! Damian told us yesterday that he had a wrestling potluck tonight to celebrate the end of the season. He said he wanted to make Chris's cream of potato soup. That's fine, but when? He's got school, baseball, gymnastics, now a wrestling potluck. *sigh*
So today I left work 15 min early so that I could get my run in. I get home at 3:26, and think "great, I have a half hour to run before D has to go to baseball." I completely forgot about drive time to the field. I had a good run, I did my 3 miles against the wind (*sigh*). Got home and was going to take Damian to baseball but he wasn't even dressed, and I was soaked in sweat (I guess those headwinds are good for making you work hard). I jumped in the shower (shortest shower ever) and got him to practice. However, he had to leave early to get to his potluck, so I go home to feed Maddox and then have to go back to pick D up, go home so he can change and then back to the car to head to the wrestling potluck. Ugh, when does it get slower? I feel like my life is non-stop right now. The whole time I'm doing all this, I'm yelling at Chris because I'm annoyed that we have to do so much.
I mentioned a few days ago that Chris hurt his knee. Well, he decided to go to the doctor to make sure he didn't do major damage. He went in for a knee problem and came out with high blood pressure medication. *SIGH* So he can't drive 2 days while his body gets used to the meds. Chris has had issues with his blood pressure and heart palpitations for 3 years now. He went to the ER in 2009 because the dentist took his blood pressure and it was so high they told him to go directly to the ER. The dr that time told him to lose weight, quit smoking and don't drink so much. It's been 3 years, he hasn't done any of it. He quit smoking recently, but now he's chewing tobacco (don't get me started, it's extremely disgusting). (Oh, his knee is fine, just a deep bone bruise that is taking a little while to heal.)
He told me a few weeks ago that he's serious about losing weight, so he needs my help. However, whenever I point out serving sizes and calories, he just shrugs it off. We had healthy dinner the other night, and then what does he do? He goes and gets a HEAPING bowl of his homemade cream of potato soup. His idea of a "midnight snack" is a baked potato, a full can of chili, 2 hot dogs all drowning in ranch. And he doesn't listen to me when I say that's enough to feed a family of 4.
Anyway, I really don't mean to bad-mouth him. I love him, and he is an awesome guy. He is extremely thoughtful and does sooo much with Maddox, not to mention he does half the cooking and half the dishes. Have I said how wonderful he is? Well he is. . . which is why I get upset about this blood pressure thing. I don't want to be a widow any time soon. I kinda need him around awhile.
Tomorrow is my weigh-in. I've been hovering around 168 all week. I was down to 167 around Monday. This morning I weighed 168. I'm so worried that I'll be back to 169 for my "official" weigh in. I did HORRIBLE on my diet today. Breakfast in the break room today (those darn drug reps are awful!), so that's a couple of donut holes, a blueberry muffin, then at lunch Chris cooked a Tony's pizza, and then the potluck tonight, more pizza, cream of potato soup, and a cookie. I took a piece of cake, but didn't eat it. I guess I'll save it for tomorrow.
To lighten the mood, here's a picture I found lurking around on Chris's phone tonight. :-)
So today I left work 15 min early so that I could get my run in. I get home at 3:26, and think "great, I have a half hour to run before D has to go to baseball." I completely forgot about drive time to the field. I had a good run, I did my 3 miles against the wind (*sigh*). Got home and was going to take Damian to baseball but he wasn't even dressed, and I was soaked in sweat (I guess those headwinds are good for making you work hard). I jumped in the shower (shortest shower ever) and got him to practice. However, he had to leave early to get to his potluck, so I go home to feed Maddox and then have to go back to pick D up, go home so he can change and then back to the car to head to the wrestling potluck. Ugh, when does it get slower? I feel like my life is non-stop right now. The whole time I'm doing all this, I'm yelling at Chris because I'm annoyed that we have to do so much.
I mentioned a few days ago that Chris hurt his knee. Well, he decided to go to the doctor to make sure he didn't do major damage. He went in for a knee problem and came out with high blood pressure medication. *SIGH* So he can't drive 2 days while his body gets used to the meds. Chris has had issues with his blood pressure and heart palpitations for 3 years now. He went to the ER in 2009 because the dentist took his blood pressure and it was so high they told him to go directly to the ER. The dr that time told him to lose weight, quit smoking and don't drink so much. It's been 3 years, he hasn't done any of it. He quit smoking recently, but now he's chewing tobacco (don't get me started, it's extremely disgusting). (Oh, his knee is fine, just a deep bone bruise that is taking a little while to heal.)
He told me a few weeks ago that he's serious about losing weight, so he needs my help. However, whenever I point out serving sizes and calories, he just shrugs it off. We had healthy dinner the other night, and then what does he do? He goes and gets a HEAPING bowl of his homemade cream of potato soup. His idea of a "midnight snack" is a baked potato, a full can of chili, 2 hot dogs all drowning in ranch. And he doesn't listen to me when I say that's enough to feed a family of 4.
Anyway, I really don't mean to bad-mouth him. I love him, and he is an awesome guy. He is extremely thoughtful and does sooo much with Maddox, not to mention he does half the cooking and half the dishes. Have I said how wonderful he is? Well he is. . . which is why I get upset about this blood pressure thing. I don't want to be a widow any time soon. I kinda need him around awhile.
Tomorrow is my weigh-in. I've been hovering around 168 all week. I was down to 167 around Monday. This morning I weighed 168. I'm so worried that I'll be back to 169 for my "official" weigh in. I did HORRIBLE on my diet today. Breakfast in the break room today (those darn drug reps are awful!), so that's a couple of donut holes, a blueberry muffin, then at lunch Chris cooked a Tony's pizza, and then the potluck tonight, more pizza, cream of potato soup, and a cookie. I took a piece of cake, but didn't eat it. I guess I'll save it for tomorrow.
To lighten the mood, here's a picture I found lurking around on Chris's phone tonight. :-)
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