I rock!

I am about to brag on myself ... my mom would be HORRIFIED and I feel silly doing it, but!

I fell asleep before 8pm last night - right as N and I finished his reading homework. I woke up at 11pm, immediately bummed that I'd fallen asleep and missed my work out. It was a key work out because I'd missed Sat, Sun and Monday's, so I feel like I'm losing ground. I started scheming to get up at 3 am when 'the voice' said, "When was the last time THAT plan worked?" There was some heated internal dialogue where the second voice argued that it would work THIS time. So the question was, "What, now, brown cow?"

Options:
a) Roll the dice and hope that THIS time I get up at 3am? Has not worked yet.
b) "Reschedule" it to Thursday and count the 3 extra points I ate to go towards my 35? Rescheduing seems to get cancelled half the time PLUS I was planning an intense Brick*, which needs to be followed by a day of rest. But with swimming Friday morning, I wouldn't get the needed rest if I worked out on Thursday
c)Or "just do it" - get out of bed and go to gym? This has worked in the past.

I went with option C. Yay! ( the gym at midnight and my work out )

The happy in my day

Work continues to try and convince me that I don't have a personal life. So instead of buying into that, I am taking my lunch break (which started at 1pm) and writing out why I'm happy instead of grumpy.

Things that put the happy in my day:

1. Lunch started late and I was STARVED. Instead of binging, I ate the lunch I packed, reviewed my food plan for the day and instead of caving and eating a low-cal carby snack from my stash, I finished off my orange bell peppers and carrots. (It all seems so... orangey! hahaha! but orange is a happy color.)

2. I exercised last night. I beat the sleepies! Woot woot. And it was tough, but I pushed through.

3. N did some insane amounts of reading this week and it was all done in time for tomorrow’s book report. Team N rocks! I'm so proud of him.

4. It’s freaking gorgeous out.

5. I have a new, black wool coat. Woot woot!*

6. Tonight is my art night. My muse insists that regardless of triathlons or weight loss goals, my internal fitness driver must allow me one night a week to let my creativity flex and to nurture my spiritual/art side. I will probably sew on stuff for the kids, but there are so many possibilities for projects to work on, I’m all suppressed anticipation.

7. I was ready to peal out of the house at 6:20 am, but lingered instead to hang out with my fan club. It was awesome. As I watched them, I can't see the baby in N's features. And E is so tall and so sure of everything she does. Where are my babies? Who are these kids? I'm proud and happy, but feel an odd wrench at how grown up they are.

8. Tonight, before I don my Corbie Cape and disappear into the Corbie Cave, we are going out to eat and then splash around in the (not very hot)-hot-tub. This is a reward for the kids, who’ve been awesome and who requested a fun Thursday.

9. The husband says he’s going to be home early tonight. I’m trying to hold down my excitement because every time he’s said that for the last few months, work has sabotaged the plan. But it sure would be nice…. (fingers crossed, but not holding my breath)

10. (drum roll) I am going to insist that regardless of "their" schedule, I will not be working late next Wednesday. Next Wednesday is the Art Gala at N's school, which will then be followed by Star Gazing. We are going and that's that!

( *I geek about my coat )