Mid-week Musings

Just couldn't wait for Friday's week in review to contemplate the craziness that is my week, so here goes.

Breaking a Sweat - Back to the Gym
Finally made it back into the gym today.  Let's hope this is not another $50.00 workout because that's how much my monthly membership costs.  Seriously, to make the monthly fee worthwhile, I really need to get in there at least 2-3 times per week.  It felt good to be there.  I got there early enough to squeeze in a twenty minute run on the treadmill before the Pilates class which always kicks my butt (literally).  The usual crowd was there, but I noticed that the Heavy Breather was very quiet today - perhaps someone finally told her to shut up and breathe like a normal person.  Anyway - the running needs to continue since I signed myself and Jack up for a 5K in February - love running with my little boy, even though he runs circles around me and points out that my butt jiggles when I run.  Gotta love it.

F*%$-ing Fleas
Seriously, this has got to be the worst thing to ever try to get out of your house.  I would take head lice over fleas any day - and I speak from experience.  Head lice are gross, but at least you can kill them all with the shampoo and wash everything in hot water and be done with it.  The constant vacuuming, the endless laundering of the sheets, the screaming at the cats whenever they try to jump up on the couch that I JUST VACUUMED . . . it has to end.  Now.

Ouch - more pain
Last year I was plagued by various painful conditions, namely the persistent pain in my big toe which prevented me from running and the occasional throwing out of the back which usually resulted in my being unable to move for several hours.  These annoying conditions have not bothered me in a while and I was finally starting to feel like I was in control of my body again.  Until yesterday, that is.  This may not seem like a big deal, but ever since yesterday I've had a sharp, agonizing pain in my right jaw (TMJ - self diagnosing as usual) every time I try to chew.  It happened several times yesterday during the day, but then it would go away so I would forget until the next time I would chew too vigorously and it would happen again.  The final straw was when I was trying to relax and eat my nice stir-fry dinner that I made for the family and the pain struck again.  Something inside me snapped and I ran upstairs, flung my half-eaten meal into the sink and burst into tears.  Then I started madly taking all the ornaments off the Christmas tree (yes, it was still up), wrapping them in newspaper and putting them in boxes with tears streaming down my face.  Not sure what that was all about - I'm chalking it up to the weird waves of grief that still come over me from time to time for no explicable reason.  I think the difficulty chewing made me think of my dad and how chewing became hard for him and took all the joy out of eating and I just lost it.  This happens now and then.

On a happier note, my cabinet painting project is moving along.  I finally stopped by Home Depot today and picked up my can of paint (called Almond something-or-other) so now I am ready to go! 

I can't wait for the weekend.