Confession: Sometimes I have dreams of Colton and when I wake up...I just want to go back to sleep.
Last night we were playing on a beach. With buckets, shovels, sandcastles and pails of laughter.
It was glorious...oh so utterly, glorious....and as I was sitting in a four- hour disaster briefing later this afternoon, my mind kept wandering back to the beach where I wanted to return.
Good thoughts to move me forward.
Speaking of moving foward, I finally called for reinforcements on my IVF preparation plan. My sister saw my S.O.S. so we went to sushi to formulate a plan.. A plan in which I am going to kick PCOS (polycystic ovarian syndrome) in the butt.
PCOS, if you haven't heard...is sort of hard to kick in the butt.
Really hard actually.
But I'm going to do it and in doing so, will lose at least 20 pounds.
For a little help, I turned to my sis who was a nutritionist by trade in her prior-to-five-kids sort of life. Since she is back down to a size 4, a mere two seconds after having a baby...I figure that she knows what she is talking about. So I finally asked her for help.
As a result, myfitnesspal.com and spinning class are my new best friends. She is also making me kiss up to my treadmill and make aquaintance with callanetics and circuit training.
But the most exciting part is a project that she assigned. My "Trigger Board".
Ever heard of that? Yeah, I hadn't heard of it either...but I'm having a blast doing it! Basically, she handed me a poster board, markers and a pile of magazines with the firm instruction that I needed to go back to 2nd grade art class and create a visual board (aka: collage) to keep me on track with my goals.
Something to put near my treadmill, on my refrigerator or near my non-existent candy drawer....to remind me why I am doing, what I'm doing.
I'm liking this project so much that one board has actually became two. One depicts all the reasons that I DON'T want to be fat. The other depicts all of the reasons that I DO want to be healthy!
Let me tell you people - I've been working on these boards for a week now and they are going to be masterpieces. I think that she thought I would just shlap a few pictures on a poster board and call it good...but I'm going way beyond that.
Works of art, I say.
And every time Mr. Thompson sees me working on it he scratches his head. For the life of him he can't understand why I am putting pictures of needles, cemeteries and stroke victims on a big piece of paper...with a 95 year old woman water skiing on the other.
Keeps him guessing. Just the way I like it...
(I did a similar thing when I was pregnant and oh-so sick with morning sickness. I would barf my entire guts out to the point of death...and then look up only to see a cute pair of baby booties which I put on the back of the toilet to remind me why laying over a toilet for the better part of the afternoon was worth it To this day, Mr. Thompson still wonders why we had baby booties "decorations" in all of our bathrooms at one point in our marriage....)
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