Hi everyone!
The weekend was wonderful and challenging at the same time. Great Big Sea was fabulous, but we could only stay for about 1/2 the set because they played last, and El Nino was getting wicked tired (and sick, unbeknowst to us,) and it was also starting to rain. So about 18 hours in the car for 25 minutes of GBS.

On the other hand, we got to spend some nice time together away from all the stress and routine, and the kid seemed to enjoy most of the time. He loves people, and music, and food, and we did all three. The food - not planned, not on plan, and some of it was just gross because I plumb ran out of time packing and didn't have anything for the car. We were trying to time the stops to coincide with the kid NOT sleeping, so I was eating out of gas stations (cheetos and M&Ms.) It didn't even taste good and after a few hours I was feeling ill. The food at the festival was also atrocious - fried shapes, as DH calls it. I did the best I could, but it wasn't anything to be proud of. The meals we ate in restaurants were better, but again, didn't have much of a plan going in, and it can be stressful trying to eat while working with the kid and doing my best to keep the food off the floor, highchair, and other patrons. Before he gets bored. He's really pretty good for 13 mths - he can sit and eat for 30-40 minutes in restaurants, but that's not time I'm spending being mindful and/or enjoying my own meal. DH and I take turns but somehow I find myself feeding the kid more often. I love feeding him but don't have the time to feed myself, so I'm back to shovelling.
So woke up this morning with a sore throat - OI! sick again??? I've lost two weeks of marathon training to illness and injury, and I'm starting to feel a little bit of panic that I'll be undertrained for the big day. It's still 6 weeks away, so I'm not sunk yet, but if I can't get it together in the next week I'm going to have to seriously reconsider the run.
And to add insult to (literally) injury, I'm back up 2.5 pounds. I know, water retention, last Monday/Tuesday's out of control eating, and I'm bone tired. Just feeling bad and wanting to eat. I had a little bit of a think in the bathroom (ALONE time! huzzah!) and repeated to myself some fine, worthwhile thoughts, like food isn't going to fix tired and stressed. It only fixes hungry. Rest and organizing fixes tired and stressed. Unfortunately, there's no rest in my immediate future. Spring break is over and I've got three group presentations, two papers, and a research project to bang out in the next four weeks. I've got to get focused like a laser, or it's not going to work. Poor DH is completely freaking about all the work we have to do on both the houses in the next couple of months. I'd be right there with him, but I can't even think about it right now. We've got to get the kid through a fresh course of antibiotics for his new case of conjunctivitis, and I've got to figure out how to get my head back together so I can actually get something done at work.
So - how bad do I want it? It changes. I wanted it a lot more badly when I was 205 than I do now at 180. Now I fit comfortably in all my clothes, and I'm in pretty good shape. It's much easier to slack off and be "good enough." I was thinking about how the things that aren't easy or natural or fun - you've got to create systems so they're automatic and you don't think about them, you just do them. Like brushing your teeth, or putting a clothes hamper where you tend to dump your laundry, and automatic deductions into the 401k. I can automate a lot of my meals, but I still have to spend a fair amount of time shopping, cooking, portioning. I'd love to do one of those diet delivery food services for the next two months, but they're insanely expensive and the food never looks that good. I tried Nutrisystem about two years ago and it was like eating cardboard. Maybe I could work in more Kashi frozen meals or something. Must think about that in my (copious) spare time.

The other problem is that exercise NEVER just happens. Have to really plan for it, and frankly, these days I'm tired, tired, tired. I know that working out helps my energy level and helps me sleep better, but the long runs tend to drain more than energize, and I'm just not looking forward to them. I recognize that I've signed on for more than I can reasonably do - but the idea of backing out just because, ain't in my nature. So I'll press on. We're just talking two more months, right? I can live with some pain for two months.
Happy St. Patty's everyone!
