We were originally planning on leaving for Virginia on or about June 25. But that date might be pushed back a week so Charlie can participate in the San Diego International Triathlon on June 27 that he registered for six months ago.
(Please dismiss the fact that he hasn't trained at all in the past twelve weeks. But that's not stopping me from encouraging him that he could TOTALLY do this.)
Also, it seems that we need to replace our kitchen cabinet doors and drawers before we sell the house and the cabinets and drawers that we ordered two weeks ago won't be in until the first week of July. So leaving at the end of June might be problematic since no one will be here to complete the installation.
Why, do you ask, should we replace our kitchen cabinets?
Well, if you look very closely, you might be able to spot that they are falling apart.
And, there's a door missing. (We'd rather keep our canned goods hidden.)
(Shucks. I just noticed we never finished painting our kitchen. Add that to the list.)
We've known for a few months that we needed to do repair work on our cabinets, but we've just been too busy - uninspired - lazy - and/or tired to fix them. But now that we're selling the house, we have no choice unless we want to actually, you know ... sell the house. For a decent price.
Also, I'm not convinced that this pregnancy issue will be resolved before the end of the month and I don't want to leave town until I get the green light from my doctor. Have I mentioned that I'm still testing positive on all pregnancy tests? And that I'm showing all signs of being pregnant? As in: I'm tired. I'm queasy. I have food aversions and cravings. I'm overly emotional. And I've been gaining approximately two pounds a week, which is totally normal for me because my metabolism shuts down when I'm pregnant since my body thinks it's incubating a moose.
But can you imagine anything more depressing than having all the symptoms of being pregnant without actually GESTATING a baby?
According to my doctor, the reason I've been having all of these symptoms is because I've got such high levels of HCG present in my bloodstream. Yes... I'm sure the reason I've been gaining all this weight is entirely due to the presence of HCG and has nothing to do with the fact I sometimes eat chocolate cake and ice cream for dinner.
Exhibit 1: Charlie made this cake for me yesterday to help shake the grumpies.
Last week he made cupcakes and brownies. And now that Mommy can hardly fit in to any of her pants, she might soon have to break the Kitchen Aid mixer if Daddy keeps up all of his good deed-doing. Or, perhaps this is his payback for me coaxing him in to completing an Olympic distance triathlon that he hasn't prepared for?
Despite all this, I've been thinking A LOT about exercise and how excited I am to get in to a really good routine once I'm given full medical clearance. In the meantime, I've been doing a lot of low-impact stuff including walking to the refrigerator and cake eating.
Tonight as I was driving home from a meeting, I thought about how some people just make exercise a part of their every day lives, and other people (like me) go through BURSTS of working out, followed by prolonged periods of doing nothing. And then BURST. Nothing. BURST. Nothing. So, I'd like to pose this question to all of you, on the other side of the computer.
Do you exercise routinely?
If so, what do you do?
And if not, why?