Sorry for the big ole absence here last week. It was what we would laughingly call a “rough”Â one. Auggie decided that he wasn’t going to sleep a couple of nights (Tuesday and Thursday, actually), so we were the walking undead most of the week.
We were so tired, in fact, that on Friday night, we joined hands and prayed that he would sleep through the night. I almost wept.
I was so tired that I was nauseous. Now, I can remember some fairly serious bouts of sleep deprivation in college, which more often than not resulted in the dreaded “finals flu”Â some time afterwards. But I cannot remember ever feeling nauseous as a direct result of exhaustion.
It was not fun.
Something that is fun, though, is that I’ve started running (again). I can’t believe I just wrote that running is fun. What is going on with me? Must still be a little delirious from lack of sleep…
Anyway, I’ve hit a plateau in my weight loss here lately, despite my continued (albeit somewhat relaxed) adherence to the lifestyle program and kicking-butt-ness with my aerobics workouts. But the workouts, even though they are each over an hour in duration, are getting easier. With a couple, I barely break a sweat anymore.
So I need to “take it to the next level”Â and so forth. ‘Dung Xiao Ping died?!’
I’ve gone out running a couple of times now, and I must admit, it is a lot easier without the extra 30+ pounds I was sporting. The last time I ran seriously was back in 1999, when Tim and I ran a 10K in the spring. After a few weeks of training, I had shin splints, Achilles heel trouble and this weird numbness in my feet. Much of this, I’m sure, can be attributed to the running shoes I was wearing at the time (Reebok DMXs, which are very bad for someone who needs tons of motion control like me).
But they looked so cool.
Anyway, I don’t really know where I’m going with this. I guess now you can expect a lot more blather about my running-related aches and pains, along with my knitting blather and my son-is-so-unbelievably-cute/evil blather.