-t, go to the gym and give yourself some sort of reward for doing it.

Bought Grace new shoes and bought Noah new shoes from zappos. Now we wait for the next growth spurt.

Work had a snow day, which meant that I still had to go in, but I didn't get in until noon and left at 2, and then did some crowd-free shopping, which was good.

Not so good was being awake from 2am to 7am, and then when I did fall asleep, I had this fucked up dream about a flap of a dog's face and ear still being alive and inching along the floor, and having to pick up the wounded dog, with it's fleshless face, to take it to the vet, and it squirmed in my arms so that the blood smeared across my mouth. There was more about a bathroom of the house where we took the dog, that was in a windowed bubble tent room where I wasn't sure if the windows were one-way, and two pedestrians were standing outside it discussing the pros and cons of such a tent, and I was too scared that they could see me to get off the toilet, where the water was touching my bum as the tent rolled around on it's bubble base.

Yeah.

In good news, I got a whopping 3.5% raise and saw what that actually meant with my first new paystub, and it is awesome! Like, for a non-profit, this was never in my wildest dreams of ever becoming true.

Ok, I worked out. Now I am lying in the floor wishing I hadn't.

We really ARE having the same day!

signed,
Thought I Could Walk A Mile Faster Than 16 Minutes

That sounds superhuman to me, Tep.

I just have this memory of joining a gym after college (yes, I know it was almost 21 years ago) and cheerfully hauling ass on the treadmill at a 15-minute mile, walking. So somehow that's stuck in my head as the speed I "should" be walking. But I managed a mile in 16:20 or so today. It's so cold and dry my lungs are giving me a little grief, and I'm actually a little dizzy, too, although I think that's a side effect of the increased BP meds. (BP is 110/70, so the meds are working. I know that's not a low BP, but it seems weird as hell to me.)

I want sushi in the worst way. Some friends were talking about it on FB this morning, so we made a date to get sushi at the end of the month, because that's the first date that works for everyone. But man, I want it NOW. t /Veruca

t edit I realize I am a grown-ass adult with both money and a vehicle, and I could get sushi if I wanted, but it's 15 degrees out and I am not going back out in that (see also, lungs: hurt, and dizzy: me; also, hair: wet).

I just wimped out on an actual workout, and instead walked around the neighborhood and checked out the new restaurant and store (adorable hipster grocery store, too small for real grocery shopping, more of the "send the kid down the block for an onion" thing). (ETA: It was 2 miles, so I figure that's good, though still well short of 10K steps since it was the first time I left the house today)

My issue is those "target heart rate" things. I mean, if I jog pretty much at all, I'm up in "max" territory, and certainly not in "cardio" or "fat burning" supposed zones. If I hit above the "max" for my age, does that mean my heart explodes?

My experiment with savory oatmeal turned out much better than I anticipated. I think the secret was making it spicy and adding goat cheese.

I ventured into the world for the first time in a few days. Mani and pedi have been accomplished. And I scheduled a facial for tomorrow - but I need to decide if I want to brave the weather tomorrow to go across the parking lot.

Came home to a letter from the mammography place - boobs came up clean. Yay!

Okay, I adore large curd cottage cheese in my oatmeal, but the thought of goat cheese in it made unseemly things happen in my underthings brain.

Savory oatmeal sounds so tasty. As soo as I am done low carbing I'm eating a ton of it.

I like to figure my target heart rate based off of my "max heart rate" as determined from doing a set exercise rather than age. Fwtw.