When It Rains, It Pours

I'm holding on, people, by my fingertips. When I'm not doing have-tos, I'm laying down to heal my brain and heart. Bad news is coming in. Some of it directly affects me. The world, my world maybe, feels like a difficult and scary place at the moment. There is light at the end of the tunnel; I just hope it's not a train.

I know there is good. Fred and Sidney continue to pop a little more. The scale reads a lower number for multiple days (so it must be true, right?). I may need a belt with my skinny jeans; I really hate belts though. And then there's the kid who doesn't ask about Chinese food or Oreos as often. I continue to have a hankering for celery. I struggle with trying to eat enough, sleep enough, move enough, be enough to those in my life. The other day I was questioning if the PCP is just selfish and vain in the pursuit of eye-candy bodies or something that makes us better so we can better serve those important to us, by sticking around longer with better health AND eye-candy bodies.

I miss my old jumprope.

Crisis

Ugh my free time the last few days have been occupied by small fires in my personal life, so I do as much of the exercises (admittedly not all, usually anything involving a bar) as I can in the late night before exhaustion sends me to bed. One of these crisis is with the ex (seriously, don't ever get divorced, it totally, totally, totally, totally sucks), which is a major life changer and will be ongoing, and one was minor and with the child (who probably had H1N1 this week since experts say it's too early for seasonal flu; she's doing better now and went back to school today).

And of course you all know my jumprope broke and I hope to right after I post this to run to a store and hunt one down. The ones at Target were NOT like my beloved jumprope so I'm on a mission, a mission from GAWD, to find a worthy replacement. Also, I'm probably not eating enough historically during these highly stressful times I tend to lose my appetite AND not sleep well) but when I eat it's PCP things (having a thing for green beans, as well as celery lately). So there's that.

Day 104 (Day 70 Revisited): Mountains or Molehills?

- I broke my jumprope while jumping in my second set of jumps tonight. At $1.99 from Target, though, it served me well! Guess I'll get a new one tomorrow.

- I tried some Greek yogurt. Fage brand. First, a tiny spoonful. I made a face. But it was better than regular yogurt! I consider this progress. I then dipped some celery into it. Better! I still hate yogurt. But I tried another new food, thanks to the PCP and PCPers.

- The weather has been cold (in the 20s and snowy) the last few days, and the kid and I both have this sneezy/coughing business going on. She's on the couch now, with a fever and aches. Poor thing. I bought some orange juice for us to drink, and while it may not be PCP, it historically helped in fighting sickness so bottoms up! *sigh* It just feels impossible during times like this to PCP.

Day Fifty-Three: Shaken, Not Stirred

So I'd like to get a consensus on how everyone deals with their protein powder. I've got a tub of CytoSport Cocoa Bean, which is tasty and mixes better than the previous one I used, something picked off the shelf at my local grocer's. Also tried a small canister of protein powder from Whole Foods. I'm happiest now with CytoSport but ... is a shaker better to avoid lumps? Or blender? Would love to hear how you serve it up, and if you use a shaker, which kind/brand (and where to get it!).

Day Eight: Why Was Nine Afraid of Seven?

(Coz 7 8 9!)

DUUUUDES, I'm stuffed. And I'm not even done with my first true PCP dinner and bedtime snack. I feel like a kid who's doing their homework at the last minute racing to finish before the classroom bell rings. I definitely need to finagle a better system to prepping the meals ahead of time. Dinner's not so bad, but here I was trying to parent a kid who has itchy bug bites and is in need of anti-itch cream, who wants a glass of milk, who wants to go for a bike ride, in addition to trying to get laundry done post road trip because I have no clothes for work and exercise clothes stink to high heaven, and (!!!) I was cooking and exercising for the PCP. Yo, I'm tired.

So yea. Can you say Week One: Famine, Week Two: Feast? As did my fellow PCPers, I ate a ton of food today. For me, it was a struggle as I switched to eating most of my food during daylight hours instead of the previous habit of mindless nighttime eating. Also, I'm not a fan of fruit and here I am eating it three times a day. My coworkers saw me gag down an afternoon snack of grapes (a couple is fine, but how many grams?!?!?), more grapes than I ate in 2008 entirely. But I did it, so I consider this success. I just felt so full, I had to pace myself and found I was eating almost every two hours. I happily went to stores after work to pick up some last minute PCP equipment (pull up bar, resistance bands, steamer) and by the time I got home I was starving. Huh. If you had asked me at 2p.m. MST today if I wanted to eat, I would have said No thank you I'm full for the next week, please come again. And then once I got home commenced the chaotic scene in the house I described above. But the kid is almost in bed and I'm almost done with dinner (whole wheat angel hair, steak cut into strips, a salad, followed by snack of apple and milk). I can only hope I wake up hungry tomorrow and not still stuffed like a pinata with PCP foods.

In wonderful news, my garden is starting to produce, well, produce: broccoli, cucumbers, tomatoes, peppers, onion, etc. Can't wait to put those to use in the PCP. Bon apetit!