First, my current musical obsession (thanks to The Current).
I want snow. I want snow for the moisture, I want snow because M begs me to make a snow man, and there is nothing I can do. I want snow because I’m not ready to go out and run yet and 52 degrees makes me wish I could go out and run. The song makes me want to go run.
One pound, five pounds of pressure on each knee. I weighed in this morning. (benefit of doing this at home, I weigh in buck naked in my own bathroom) I’ve taken 15 pounds off each knee. Three pounds is good. Fifteen pounds off of each knee sounds better. I think I need to take off about 150 to be comfortable starting running again. If I lose everything I want to, that is over 500 pounds of pressure off of each knee.
The key now is to try not to get cocky about it. Try not to take this success and sabotage myself. That would be too easy. I’m still a little freaked out about my milk supply, even though things seem good there. It helps, I am sure, that H has decided that she will eat a mix of apples, oatmeal and breast milk with the voracity she normally reserves for nursing. Perhaps she supports me in my goals to get healthier.
Onward.
First, my current musical obsession (thanks to The Current).
I want snow. I want snow for the moisture, I want snow because M begs me to make a snow man, and there is nothing I can do. I want snow because I’m not ready to go out and run yet and 52 degrees makes me wish I could go out and run. The song makes me want to go run.
One pound, five pounds of pressure on each knee. I weighed in this morning. (benefit of doing this at home, I weigh in buck naked in my own bathroom) I’ve taken 15 pounds off each knee. Three pounds is good. Fifteen pounds off of each knee sounds better. I think I need to take off about 150 to be comfortable starting running again. If I lose everything I want to, that is over 500 pounds of pressure off of each knee.
The key now is to try not to get cocky about it. Try not to take this success and sabotage myself. That would be too easy. I’m still a little freaked out about my milk supply, even though things seem good there. It helps, I am sure, that H has decided that she will eat a mix of apples, oatmeal and breast milk with the voracity she normally reserves for nursing. Perhaps she supports me in my goals to get healthier.
Onward I go.