Figured it out

I think I might be onto something.  I've been thinking about it for a few days now, but I finally did something about it yesterday.  Back in the day when I was working full-time (and by working, I mean I was at work), I used to drink a lot of water every day.  At work, I'd drink water all day long, easily 6-8 ten ounce glasses, plus a 20-ounce bottle at home with dinner and maybe another 20-ounce bottle if I did any exercising. 

Since I stopped working/being at work full-time, I haven't been doing that.  For the last few months, I've had maybe 6-8 ten ounce glasses during that whole period of time.  On Monday, I was going to start drinking more at work.  However, the water dispenser thing on the fridge at work stopped working.  I rectified that by filling my own half gallon water bottle, which I promptly forgot and left at home on Tuesday. 

Wednesday was different.  I remembered the bottle and began my process of drinking water again.  Why is this important?  Well, in the grand scheme of things, it's really not.  But I think it has a lot to do with my being pregnant.  As you're well aware, I weigh myself every day and have for years.  I can recall different times over the years where one day, for no apparent reason, I'd weigh 3 pounds more than the previous day.  I'd bitch about it at work and feel like shit. 

However, on the next day, I'd weigh myself and I'd be down 4 pounds.  I'd sit around and work and do nothing, trying to figure out what the hell was going on.  Eventually, I'd come to the same conclusion each time...when I'd recall the previous day's events, it usually included me spending all the in the bathroom meeting with my leetle friend. 

So, I've been fat for a few weeks and am not having any success this week ridding myself of this unwanted baby I'm carrying.  Yesterday I went through roughly a quart of the water during my few hours at work.  When I got home and Hayden and I finished homework (they're now working on division...little shits still can't multiply, and they're being introduced to division...WTF?), I drank a little more and continued hydrating til a few hours before bed. 

This morning I woke up and felt good.  The construction guys weren't doing anything in the neighborhood, my broken foot felt better, and I'd recently downloaded a couple new apps to take on my runs.  When I walked out to get the paper, it felt warmer than usual.  I was excited about my run. 

I threw on some sweats and a shirt I'd sometimes wear on a long bike ride--one of those thin, breathey ones.  I grabbed my sunglasses (gotta look cool when I run) and headed out.  I turned around as I got to the gate leading out of the yard and went back inside for a new shirt.  It was 48 degrees, and that's a hell of a lot colder than it seemed earlier.  Take 1 was a fail.

Take 2 went better.  Properly attired (mostly anyway, but I was still cold), I headed out with my new phone app running to track my journey.  It was a relatively easy run.  My foot never hurt and eventually I worked up a nice sweat.  Nothing like a sweaty head and torso and freezing cold hands.  The two miles came and went and when I returned home, I grabbed the phone to check the stats.

It read 2.08 miles and 20 minutes and 30 seconds.  The problem was I didn't know how to stop the damned thing.  There was no pause/stop button like every other program I've seen.  When I finally realized I had to slide a button to stop it, it read 2.10 miles and 20:59.

This is the same run I've been doing for the last week and have gotten different results each time.  This was the closest to the supposed 2.00 miles, but I'm not sold yet on the app.  One nice feature is that it showed split times in the history, something the other app I'd been using is supposed to have but not so much for me. 

After taking off my sweat-soaked shirt and chasing it around the room to get it in the hamper, I hopped in the shower and then shaved when I got out (I wanted every last gram of weight removed before I got on the scale).  I got an extra bonus when I shaved because I cut off half my chin and the resulting blood loss was much appreciated, as evidenced by the scale showing 184.8.  That's down a couple pounds from yesterday, and all week really.

I was very excited and then it occurred to me that maybe the scale was wrong and I should try again.  The next weighing was even better--184.6.  I thought maybe I should weigh myself a few more times and see if I could crack a 183, but decided I didn't want to push my luck. 

Tonight is a Thursday Night Football and tomorrow starts the weekend, so I'm not expecting good things but it's nice to know that I don't have to tell Hayden he's going to be a big brother.