tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88682085622203799552024-02-07T10:59:03.465-07:00The Fit TrainTiffany @ The Fit Trainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15643908718900975749noreply@blogger.comBlogger205125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868208562220379955.post-37316255054397520612014-07-22T09:03:00.004-06:002014-07-22T09:03:50.453-06:00Real TalkAll this down time from the blog (and consistent workouts and healthy eats) gives one a lot of thinking time.<br />
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Real Talk: I've been really struggling to get back my motivation and determination. These past few months have been challenging in so many ways. I had a "me" day for the first time in several months on Sunday. Brad took Wyatt to Cheyenne to see Nanny and Poppie and get some golfing in. Normally, I tag along for these weekends. I love spending time with my family, more than anything else in the world. But as much as I wanted to go, I knew that I needed some time to myself even more. So, I stayed home. I ran 3.15 solo miles along the greenbelt for the first time this summer. I soaked in the sun, the view of the river and the wildlife. Once home, I scrubbed every inch of the house. I threw bags of clutter and old toys away. Completed load upon load of laundry (even folded and put a way - huge plus). Then, I threw in a T25 workout giving me nearly 1200 calories burned just in my workouts for the day.<br />
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I'd finally completed everything on my "me day" to-do list and it was only 3pm. I had a couple hours to kill before the boys got home so I decided to watch some Netflix. I'd watched one full episode (Desperate Housewives never gets old) on my laptop, sitting in bed before it hit me - I have a TV. I have a TV in my living room (actually, a fairly new TV I just got a couple months ago) and I have never, not once, sat on the couch and watched what I wanted to watch. I was home alone, sitting in bed watching a show on my laptop. Seriously, forgot I had a TV... So, if that doesn't explain how badly I needed a few hours to myself, I don't know what would.<br />
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Anyways, the reason I'm sharing this seemingly pointless story, is in that moment that I realized I had forgotten I had a TV and a couch, I also realized I'd forgotten something else that should be somewhere on my priority list: <i>myself. </i><br />
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As women, and especially mothers, we are genetically made to be caregivers. We put our children above all else. We care for our husbands/significant others. As career women, we work hard to succeed and earn our place in the workplace. All these things are important. But, sometimes we forget ourselves in the craziness. At least, I know I do. And often.<br />
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<i>I have a plan in the works that I hope to be sharing by the end of the week. I hope you guys will join in with me when I have everything together. I'm still trying to sort through my thoughts on the subject, so stay tuned for that.</i><br />
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Back on topic, the first area that I need to make a priority is my health. I need to get my mindset back to where it was this time last year. I need to re-lose the weight and find the passion I've lost recently. I thought a lot about what has changed from then and now. What was keeping me motivated then, that I don't have now? The biggest thing that's come to mind is an actual program. With a start and end date. I started my journey doing Jillian Michael's Body Revolution. I'm stubborn to a fault at times. Knowing it was a 90 day program kept me on point. I wanted to prove to myself that I could have amazing results by the end of the program. With that in mind, I've decided to <i>finally</i> completed T25 start to finish. It's roughly a 60 day program (Alpha Phase and Beta phase).<br />
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Tonight starts day 1 - and I am ready! I haven't weighed myself in weeks, possibly months - I don't know for sure. I know that it's probably going to be the worst number I've ever seen and I've dreaded that moment. But, by putting it off, it gives me the "I can start tomorrow" mentality. No more. That ends today. I'm digging the scale back out tonight for a morning weigh-in and will also track my measurements through the next 60 days. I'm a person that needs accountability to stay on track, so I'll be sharing everything here on the blog once again.<br />
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The first step is making a plan - and I've at least got that part down. Here's to big changes!Tiffany @ The Fit Trainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15643908718900975749noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868208562220379955.post-64497218722663445752014-07-17T10:42:00.000-06:002014-07-17T10:42:07.229-06:00Happy Birthday Dakota!It's hard to believe that it's already been 10 months since my life was changed forever when I was partnered with Dakota as my running buddy. We've had a lot of ups and downs together in that short time. I think of Dakota with every step I take. With every dumbbell I lift.<br />
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Before Dakota, I never once considered my ability to run as a gift. I took so many things for granted on a day to day basis. More often than not, I'd dread my workouts or try to find some excuse to skip them. I'd complain about the littlest things and had far too much negativity in my life. There are still days like that (hello, humanity). It feels as though Dakota has a sixth sense for when I'm having one of those days. Every time I decide to skip that nights workout, a notification pops up that I have a message from Dakota. That's all it takes to lace up my shoes and get to work. I love him for it! I'm not longer working out <i>just</i> for my sanity or <i>just </i>for my health. I'm working out for someone who can't do the work himself. It's a beautiful thing.<br />
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Yesterday was Dakota's 18th birthday! I would have given anything to be able to spend time with him on his special day, but those pesky 1400-1500 miles between us prevented that from happening. So, I decided we could still 'celebrate' with him here in Wyoming and share our celebrations with him throughout the day.<br />
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First on the list, was to send Dakota a birthday balloon. I'd had this day planned for a couple weeks and was so disappointed when we woke up to a complete downpour. It was still raining at lunch when I ran to the store to pick up the balloon and figured I would just hang on to it and keep my finger's crossed that it would let up long enough to release it. As soon as I walked out, balloon in hand, the rain stopped and the sun started to peak through the clouds. Fate! Maybe if we're lucky, it will find it's way to Georgia.<br />
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After work, was a special 18th birthday run and workout!</div>
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And, it wouldn't be a birthday without cake! Wyatt did the honors of blowing out the candles for Dakota. I hope it was as special a day for Dakota as it was for me. I think of him daily, but celebrating him all day yesterday really left my heart so full. </div>
Tiffany @ The Fit Trainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15643908718900975749noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868208562220379955.post-19058699770299635512014-07-16T09:29:00.000-06:002014-07-16T09:29:10.916-06:00Summer TimeHey, hey! Remember me? It's been one crazy summer 'round these parts. We've done so many fun things, some not so fun, and many more exciting memories to come. I could really break up the past couple months into several blog posts, but I think I'll just catch up through pictures and move along...<br />
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We took Wyatt on a 3 day camping trip to the Sierra Madres about a month ago. No cell service = an amazing weekend in my book! We got some hiking in and saw plenty of deer and elk.<br />
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Weekends have been filled with golf for most of the summer. We usually go over to Cheyenne with Brad's family and hit the course. I am not a golfer, although I'd like to be. I mainly go along for the ride and to chase Wyatt around.<br />
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Brad got a hole in one over the 4th of July weekend. Pretty exciting, but I don't think he will ever stop talking about it.<br />
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The big event took place last Thursday (also, the not-so-fun part of the summer). Wyatt had surgery to remove his adenoids and get tubes put in his ears. I'm not stranger to surgeries, I've had 5 myself. But, it's a whole other ballgame when it's your kiddo. I know it's a basic, common, out patient surgery yadda yadda. But, it's no walk in the park to turn your child over to strangers - especially when he's too young to understand.<br />
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Luckily, everything went amazingly well. His adenoids were extremely large, which is probably the cause of all his reoccurring ear and sinus infections. The doctor said he is probably breathing better than he ever has. The hope is that Wyatt will now be able to fight infections better and hopefully not be sick all the time. Which, should also help this mama that doesn't have much of an immune system. He was back to his crazy self by Sunday, and things can only look up from here!<br />
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I've been slowly getting back into the workouts. If you follow me on Instagram, you've seen some of what I've been up to.<br />
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Now, to just get food back in check and get things rollin' again! Right now, I've been doing a mixture of workout dvd's, my own workouts and runs. I'm working on choosing a program or challenge and making a plan for myself. I hope to have whatever it may be up on the blog Monday.<br />
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Obviously tonight's workout will be a run for him. Rain, shine, or thunder... I'll be hitting the pavement!Tiffany @ The Fit Trainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15643908718900975749noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868208562220379955.post-43250268854813128082014-07-03T09:39:00.000-06:002014-07-03T09:39:22.053-06:00That Time I Thought I Might Become a Missing Person<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My workouts and runs are what keep me sane. Take those away from me, and I become an emotional, moody mess. In other words, I feel bad for all my loved ones that have had to deal with me these past several months. I'm not 100% yet, and won't be for some time, but I'm well on my way and ready to make the second half of 2014 amazing.</div>
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I did an hour long full body workout on Tuesday. As a result, I can feel the soreness in my triceps when I pick up a pen. Pathetic, yet so awesome. I burnt over 600 calories, worked up a sweat and felt on top of the world.</div>
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While Wyatt was at Brad's last night, I decided to go for a run. I have a lot of miles to make up for Dakota! Before I continue on with this story, let me back track to some local events this week:</div>
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I live in Wyoming. Technically, all towns are small here in comparison to what most of you are used to. I grew up in a town of 2,500 people. Where I live now has a population of 33,000 (not counting the University). So, overall, still not a big place. Living in a place where it feels like everyone knows everyone, it's easy to be a little too relaxed. Sure, I lock my car doors and lock up the house at night. But, other than that, safety just hasn't ever been a big concern to me.</div>
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With all that said, back to the story. On social media this week, I've seen posts from local friends warning about "salesman" in town claiming to sell cleaner for "inner city kids". Stories have ranged from them pushing through the door way to get into the house after being told they weren't interested. Refusing to leave properties. Getting upset when asked to leave etc... One friend of mine had told them she wasn't interested at her home yesterday morning, that afternoon, they pulled up next to her at an intersection to ask if she'd changed her mind and tried to get her to pull into a parking lot. Another's husband had to pull a gun to get them to leave their house. Police had been notified of these guys, and had spoken to them earlier in the week. </div>
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Even with all that going on, I really didn't give my going for a run a second thought. I was about a mile from Brad's house, in a quiet residential neighborhood, enjoying my run with some Carry On My Wayward Son motivating me on my Ipod. I came to an intersection and stopped as there was a white, unmarked, van coming down the street. He stopped and waved me to cross. As I started to cross the street, he gunned it and parked right in my path. </div>
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I could see him trying to say something to me, so I took my earphones out. He asked me if I'd seen his buddy selling cleaner in the neighborhood. I told him I hadn't and tried to continue on my run. He inched forward blocking my path and asked if I'd be interested in their product. I told him I was trying to run and wasn't interested, tried to get past and he inched forward again. At this point, I was getting pissed off, and a little freaked out. He continued to inch forward every time I tried to get passed him. I noticed a cop car parked at a house about a block ahead. I turned, made a big loop behind him, sprinted to the cop's house and pretended to tie my shoes for a bit until the guy in the creepy van had moved on. </div>
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I'm sure the guy was probably harmless, but the whole situation just gave me a really bad feeling. My original plan was to get at least 3 miles in. Instead, I made it to some busier streets and made my way back to Brad's. </div>
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I'm a firm believer in not living your life in fear. Bad things happen - some unavoidable. You just go out there and live your life. If something happens, it happens. That's just my mentality. The incident last night hasn't discouraged me from continuing to run. Nothing will get in the way of that. But, it did shake me up enough to research some different options for protection while running. I haven't decided what route I'm going to take in that department just yet, but I will start carrying some type of protection with me for solo runs.</div>
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Moral of the story: be safe out there. Stay aware on your runs... or walks... or bike rides. Always have a plan in mind and be prepared.</div>
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This pretty much sums up how I feel about today. Hello Friday!!!</div>
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The past month has been incredibly stressful, busy and insane in the office. Often, I embrace the craziness at work. It keeps things interesting and challenging. Dealing with all of that while being the sickest I've been in my life has been, well, interesting. But, I've been managing through it. Somehow I've gotten through all this without a day off and managing to slowly get things checked off the never-ending list. </div>
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Tomorrow we are taking Wyatt to his very first movie theater experience: Dragons 2. I've been wherry about taking him to the movies because he's just so busy and tends to get spooked by loud, unexpected noises still. But, he has become fascinated by dinosaurs and dragons in the past few weeks and I think he is going to love it. We'll just keep our fingers crossed that it's not an epic disaster...</div>
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Brad was gone last weekend, so we are celebrating Father's Day tomorrow. He's requested homemade lasagna for dinner and I can't wait to have a real meal! Sunday might include a golf trip in Cheyenne. More than anything, I'm just grateful that I'm slowly feeling well enough to be able to participate in these things with my family again. </div>
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Earlier this week, my infection spread to my eyes and ears. It was an ugly sight. I looked high as a kite with blood coming out of my ears at unexpected times. Great visual, right? Another trip to the ENT resulted in some oral antibiotics to treat all that mess. I'm back on prednisone and levaquin and it's beginning to clear up. It will be another 3 months of the topical antibiotics before I'm fully back on my feet - then it's on to the allergist. </div>
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Earlier this week, my boss came up front and demanded I pick a day or two to take off. I'm pretty sure he's been thinking I'm going to kill over at my desk at any moment. So, I wasn't going to decline the offer. Next weekend, we are going to take Wyatt on a 3 day camping trip. There are not words to express my excitement! Anyone that's read here for long know's my heart is in the outdoors and a few days with no cell service or distractions will be a big plus. </div>
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It's been weeks and weeks since I've updated on the "Fit Train". Mainly, that's because it's been non-existent. I'm ashamed to admit there have been many tears shed in this past month over self doubt, embarrassment and disgust with my appearance and lack of confidence. Could I have handled things better? probably. But, I feel like a lot of the happenings in these past several months have been out of my control. </div>
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Particularly in the past month, I've just been making it through the motions. I get up in the morning and manage to get showered and dressed before work (some days). Get Wyatt to daycare, make it through work and by the time I get home, I've felt too awful for anything. Meals have either been take out or brought to us from friends and family. Physically, I haven't been well enough to cook much of anything. Food is and always has been my biggest struggle and having choices taken away hasn't been good. Add on steroids to that, and it's just.... no words.</div>
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As far as workouts go, I have another week or so before I can try any type of workout that can raise my heart rate. By next week, I hope that I will be able to get some walks and arm workouts in. Then, after our camping trip, I hope that I'll be able to fully get into the swing of things.</div>
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Wyatt turned 3 on May 29th and I'm finally getting around to sharing his birthday party. Better late than never, right?<br />
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Our live's have revolved around Ninja Turtles since about Christmas time, so I knew that would have to be the theme for his birthday this year. I won't lie, I have always been a TMNT fan myself and have loved this phase.<br />
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We rented a party room at a local hotel and had most of our family in attendance. Everyone had a blast and Wyatt loved being the center of attention. <i>Be forewarned that most of this post will be photos...</i><br />
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My mom was a cake decorator on the side as we were growing up. The best part of every birthday was waking up to see the amazing cake she worked on into the wee hours of the morning. It was a tradition that still holds a very special place in my heart and I wanted to carry that on to Wyatt. Now, I don't have near the talent of my mom, but I have made all of Wyatt's cakes myself, thus far. I hope it becomes a special memory for him as he grows older too.</div>
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I found the photo prop idea on Pinterest (of course). This was such a huge hit! Even Wyatt's Great Grandparents jumped in for the photo fun. (Note: I try not to include many pictures of other's without their permission on the blog, but you get the idea from the three of us).<br />
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More Pinterest finds! The wall hangings were super easy and I plan to save them and hang in Wyatt's room. I searched everywhere for a wooden 3 to paint for the table, and could.not. find one. So I settled for a W. Which I decided was probably a better find because it can also be used in his room decor.<br />
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I always struggle to find words to describe Wyatt and express my love for him. Guess that's just part of being a mother, right? I am constantly amazed at the little person he is becoming. He is quick as a whip, with the greatest sense of humor. He's adventurous, fearless, creative, and hard headed with a heart of gold. I am so blessed to be his mommy!Tiffany @ The Fit Trainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15643908718900975749noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868208562220379955.post-7292254083226415152014-06-12T10:20:00.001-06:002014-06-12T10:20:02.695-06:00Remember Me? Well, hello there. Remember me?<br />
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Someday I will get back to blogland, hopefully sooner rather than later. I'm just stopping by to update quickly.<br />
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Where have I been? Well, sick... of course. Wyatt and I have both been pretty miserable for well over a month. Luckily, his birthday week was a bearable type of sick, (I'll have birthday post when I feel up to it) and then shit just hit the fan.<br />
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Long story short, I finally got back into an ENT on Tuesday for the first time since my sinus surgery back in 2009. He's in agreement that this is just beyond ridiculous at this point and something bigger must be going on. Uh yeah... I've told about 4 different doctors this for the past year! He did a scope of my nose (one of my least favorite things, might I add). The good news is, my surgical openings are still there. Thank heavens, because let me tell you, I would go through my week long disastrous labor and c-section with Wyatt 100x before I'd want to do that surgery again. I do have a very severe case of chronic sinusitis, <i>yeah doc, tell me something I don't already know.</i> Basically, it looks so bad in there that oral antibiotics just aren't able to put a dent in it. Which is saying something, since I've been on the strongest antibiotics offered for at home use.<br />
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While I've never been tested for allergies, I've always known I have them. And according to my new doctor, probably a lot of them. He's guessing many are food allergies as well. Allergy testing is going to be necessary at some point in the near future, but first we have to treat what's going on. I was over-nighted some super antibiotic that is only made in Philadelphia. Rather than being an oral antibiotic, like most, this is inserted directly into my sinuses twice a day for 3 months. <i>So much fun.</i><br />
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I also had another CT Scan done to take a closer look at what's going on in there. My doctor was in surgery yesterday, but his office did tell me that I have a deviated septum that wasn't there at the time of my sinus surgery. Deviated septums cause a lot of the problems I've been having. Re-occurring sinus infections, breathing problems, chronic headaches etc... Not all require surgery unless you are having issues such as mine. So, doc should be calling me some time today after he's made the decision if he feels it's necessary or not.<br />
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So, that's where I'm at. I've managed a few runs and workouts on the days I've felt semi human. But, that's just all on the back burner at the time being while I try to get me and my kiddo better.<br />
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On to Wyatt - he's had several evaluations for non-health related things in the past month. I should be hearing back on that in the next week. In-between all that, he's had 2 more ear infections and throat infections in the past 6 weeks. Wyatt has had close to 20 ear infections in his short little life. Our pedi (whom I love) finally agreed to an ENT referral to discuss the possibility of tubes and tonsil/adenoid removal. His appointment is this coming Monday.<br />
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We've been, well... miserable. BUT, now that we are both being seen by specialists I hope and pray that we can get everything figured out and back on our feet.Tiffany @ The Fit Trainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15643908718900975749noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868208562220379955.post-24840172795241512152014-04-28T09:15:00.001-06:002014-04-28T09:15:52.633-06:00Life Around HereHi there everyone! I know, I know... I've been absent.<br />
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First of all, in case you are completely computer illiterate like I am, Windows XP is no longer being supported by Microsoft or some mumbo jumbo like that. So, we had to switch over to new computers and a new system last week. Thus, no blogging.<br />
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Beyond that, Wyatt had a screening this weekend, and it went about like I thought it would, not perfectly. While I wasn't surprised by the information, it's a difficult thing to take in and I will probably share more on that in the future.<br />
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Thirdly, Wyatt also got very sick yesterday and we are headed to the doctor this morning.<br />
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I'll be back when things settle down a bit. But, for now, I need to go into Super Mom mode for a bit...<br />
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In the mean time, if you could find it in your hearts to vote for Dakota to have opportunity to have special seating at a baseball game, I'd love you forever. Baseball is his biggest passion, and this means a lot to him! You can vote <a href="http://www.superiorplumbing.com/vote/DakotaSykora">HERE</a>.<br />
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Thank you and hope you all have a great week!Tiffany @ The Fit Trainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15643908718900975749noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868208562220379955.post-36117097882783118842014-04-16T09:04:00.002-06:002014-04-16T09:04:31.440-06:00Wheat Belly Wednesday - Edition 3<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Oy! Work is a zoo this week, so Wheat Belly Wednesday will be short, sweet and to the point!<br />
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Week 2 has gone well. I'm still getting some headaches, specifically in the evenings and I seem to be fighting off a could the past couple of days (will it ever end?), but over all things are going well! I am plugging right along and cold aside, feeling great.<br />
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Starting Weight: 193.8<br />
Week 1: 188.6<br />
Week 2: 186.4<br />
Week 2 Loss: -2.2<br />
Total Loss: -7.4<br />
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After a big loss last week, I wasn't expecting to lose 2 pounds this week, so I'm happy has punch with that number. Things are moving in the right direction! Hopefully the headaches will subside soon. Overall, I'm loving the way I feel these past couple weeks and am sure it will just continue getting better.<br />
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Tiffany @ The Fit Trainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15643908718900975749noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868208562220379955.post-8799425328079951122014-04-14T11:08:00.000-06:002014-04-14T11:08:10.600-06:00Motivation Monday - Body ImageMy issues with body image started at a very young age. I can actually remember the exact time it all began: I was probably in 1st grade or so. I remember getting out of the bath one evening, looking down and noticing I had a "belly". I can remember thinking to myself, "when did this get here? Why do I have it?". I've been self conscious about my appearance ever since.<br />
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From that day forward, I became very aware that I was bigger than my friends. At that age, I was too young to understand why I was the way I was. I didn't know that my eating habits were unhealthy, and no one ever told me so. I didn't know how to change it, but I was uncomfortable in my own skin. As time went on, I started to hide behind a shell. I became incredibly shy and while no one ever said anything or bullied me, I always felt that people noticed I was different too. As far as I know, none of my friends or peers ever laughed or made fun of me, but I always felt as though they were staring and laughing.<br />
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I have always been active. From dance, tap, clogging, ballet when I was young, to various sports as I got older. In all honesty, I was a good dancer. Captain of my team even. But I eventually quit something (dance) I loved because of my size. My friends and teammates all looked great in their costumes, and I always felt so self conscious and uncomfortable. </div>
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My first diet was in 4th grade. I'd try so hard to eat the right things, but I didn't have much support. There was always cookies, ice cream and chocolate in the house. While my mom made healthy dinners, 2nd, 3rd and even 4th helpings were always readily available.</div>
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I hated PE in elementary school. Not because I didn't want to run around or that I didn't enjoy the actual activities. I hated the pressure in not coming in last. I hated that I struggled to do a pull up when my smaller friends did it with ease. I hated that my face would become beat red after 2 minutes of "Steal the Bacon". </div>
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Then came middle school. Man, middle school is rough - for anyone. You start to notice boys, and you want boys to notice you. While all my girl friends were getting 'boyfriends', I was just one of the guys to the boys in my class. At this point, I took my food issues from one extreme to another. I'd skip breakfast, lying to my mom telling her I had some while she was in the shower. For lunch, I'd sit in the commons area with my friends, but never go through the line to get my own tray. Dinner would come, and I'd pick at my food telling my parents I was full from lunch. Lying to everyone, including myself. </div>
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I hid my insecurities, body and unhappiness under baggy jeans, t-shirts and hoodies. </div>
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My prom dress had to be custom made. I couldn't find one that fit properly, and would cover my arms like I wanted.<br />
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I was, in all honesty, very upset each time I was asked to homecoming dances and Jr and Sr prom. I didn't want to go, because I didn't want to feel "ugly" in comparison to my petite friends. Looking back, I know how silly that all was. I was never <i>bad</i> looking. There's a lot of muscle under the extra weight - it's just the way I'm built. I carry it <i>well</i>, I guess you could say. But to me, it was embarrassing.<br />
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After high school, once I was in complete control of the food in my house, I started to lose weight and for the first time in my life, gain some confidence.<br />
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But my pregnancy brought on a whole new host of insecurities. Ones that I'm still working on today. I had this beautiful, new baby boy at home. My heart was so full of love. But I remember, very vividly, sobbing when I looked in the mirror at my new body. <i>Ah hormones. </i><br />
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So with all that being said, re-gaining the pounds I lost in the past year has been really difficult on me mentally these past couple of months. Back are the hoodies and baggy t-shirts. Back are the negative thoughts and self talk. It's a hard thing to overcome - a life time and bad body image.<br />
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I've put off my first run since getting healthy because of all of this. I was worried about how I'd look out there. Every time I've had a run planned in the past couple of weeks, I'd find an excuse not to do it. I've struggled to get past the mentality of, "I did this to myself. I don't look like I did 4 months ago." Then, this weekend, I realized something. I have never in my life seen a heavier person out walking or running and thought anything negative of them. And more than that, <i>no one</i> should ever be ashamed of their appearance. No one - including myself. Whether you're 105 pounds or 300+, <i>who cares.</i> It's what's on the inside that makes a person beautiful. Who cares if I have rolls showing through my shirt while I'm out there running? Who cares if I have to take some walking breaks? None of that matters. <br />
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So Saturday afternoon, I laced up my shoes, blared some music, held my head high and I ran. It was slow. It was difficult, but I did it. I took that first baby step into accepting myself. Accepting my short comings and past failures. And accepting that none of that is going to change unless I do something about it.<br />
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All of you out there, anyone reading this, YOU are beautiful. YOU are strong. YOU are the only one holding yourself back from achieving whatever goals or plans you might have. Hold your head high, and get to work!<br />
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It definitely hasn't been an easy week. Giving up grains/wheat has been difficult, but I knew it would be. Days 3-5 were by far the most difficult up to this point. All things carbs were calling my name, but I managed to pull through. It really is such an empowering feeling to be stronger than your mind. The only negative effect I've had in the past week is some pretty bad headaches. I'm assuming it's from detoxing myself of all the chemicals and processed junk. Although, I am a chronic migraine sufferer, so it could just be coincidence.</div>
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On the positive side of things, I am feeling absolutely amazing the past 2 days. Like, on top of the world amazing. I have not had this much energy or felt this 'normal' in at least 6 months. In all honesty, sick, lethargic and miserable had become my new <i>normal</i>. I had completely forgotten what it was like to feel truly healthy. Knock on wood that it continues... I always seem to jinx myself when I mention that I'm feeling better.</div>
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They are stuffed with ground venison (in this case, deer. VERY lean), tomatoes and I added some green chili's for flavor. Topped with a bit of shredded parmeson. mmmmm. It really did hit the spot.<br />
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I'm pretty happy with that number. Currently, I'm working out about every other day due to my toe and just easing back into things in general. I made the right move in going back to JM Body Revolution. I've upped my weights this time around and am really focusing on form. My body reacts best to circuit training. I burn the same amount of calories in 30 minutes of circuit training (lifting moves, combined with short cardio bursts) as I do with 30 minutes of straight cardio as with T25 etc... And the big thing is, I enjoy it more.<br />
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We <i>finally</i> have a spring day today. Our first day expected to make it in the 60s. Then, snow forecasted for Sunday. So, of course, I have to take advantage of it and try and get a run in for Dakota tonight. My first run in far too long. I know it won't be pretty, but I cannot wait to hit the pavement!<br />
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1. Rest days are important. Take them. Enjoy them. Otherwise, you could end up in this situation:<br />
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<i>In that same category, don't drop a 200 lb HVAC unit on your big toe. It's not pleasant, and I don't recommend it.</i></div>
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2. Water is your best friend. Drink it until you feel you can't possibly drink any more. Sure, the constant bathroom trips are a pain, but your body will thank you. Not only does it help with weightloss, but I feel so much lighter and clear headed when I'm well hydrated.</div>
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3. Losing weight is a whole different ball game once you're a mother. Fitting in a workout takes some major planning and strategizing. Starting out it seemed like an impossible task to me. I'm too tired to workout once he's in bed, but there was no way I could workout with him all over me, right? That was my excuse for 2 whole years. One day, I decided to just give it a shot. To attempt a workout with my crazy, energetic toddler under foot.</div>
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As it turns out, he <i>loved it.</i> It ended up being a win-win. I get my workout in, and I'm setting a good example for my son at an early age.</div>
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4. Don't be scared to move out of your comfort zone. Try new things (like working out with your kids). Enter a race, even though it terrifies you. Try out the weight section at the gym. <b>Get comfortable with being uncomfortable.</b> You never know where it might take you.</div>
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8. All the pizza, cookies, burgers, <i>sticky finger quesadillas</i>? Yeah, they taste delicious. But, you won't care about that when it's weigh in time. You won't care about that a couple hours later when you feel sluggish. It's not worth it. </div>
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9. I've learned that I don't eat based on stress or just any bad day. My food issues tie directly to my physical health. I don't struggle with my eating habits until I'm in physical pain with my Lupus or down for the count with an illness. I eat to comfort myself in those situations. I'm still working to overcome that issue.</div>
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This year has brought a whirlwind of ups and downs. I'm grateful for every single moment - good and bad. It hasn't been a perfect journey thus far, but that's just me. I can't wait to see where my journey leads in the next year and what experiences it will bring me. </div>
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Wyatt has been potty trained for 2 weeks now, and I'm finally getting around to writing about it. <i>Life.</i> </div>
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In all honesty, one of my biggest fears from the second I knew I was expecting, was potty training. No joke. My baby didn't even have all his fingers and toes and I was petrified thinking of the day I'd have to potty train him or her. Now that this part is out of the way, I can go on to being scared to death of the teenage years, which is a far more logical fear...</div>
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Back in September, Wyatt was showing all the normal physical signs that he was ready to potty train. I did research online. Found that apparently the "3 Day Method" is all the big to do these days. People are potty training kids before they can walk, for crying out loud. Wyatt was 2 and half - <i>he's ready! let's get this party started!</i> It was more that mom is ready, Wyatt was not. And he let me know it that weekend. It was a complete disaster and we gave up before noon the first day. </div>
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After that, Wyatt became terrified of the toilet so I took a huge step back. I didn't even mention potty training or underwear to him until after the holidays. After the new year, I got him in the habit of sitting on the potty before his bath every night. Just to get used to the idea. No more rushing him. I'd let him decide when he was ready. In all honesty, I didn't think it would happen before he turned 3. </div>
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About a month ago, Wyatt started insisting on trying to change his own diaper. That's when I put my foot down. If you can clean up your own crap, you can sit on a dadburn toilet! So I started rethinking how we were going to go about it this time. 6 months makes a big difference in the life of a 2 year old. He's a very different little person now than he was then, and I'm a very different mommy.</div>
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I had a vague idea of the type of chart I wanted, but couldn't quite put together how to do it exactly. With Wyatt's personality, I felt it was important for him to visual see that while he isn't in trouble for accidents, they aren't a good thing. The point is to keep the underwear dry. So, I came across this amazing chart from Approaching 30! You can find her tutorial <a href="http://aresidentswifeinky.blogspot.com/2012/04/discipline-chart.html">HERE</a>. It seemed perfect! I haven't talked about it much, because time is hard to come by, but I've been sewing clothes, quilts etc... since I was 7/8 years old. I participated in 4H Sewing for several years. I love it. It's one of the few things that come naturally to me and I've missed it. This chart was the perfect opportunity to get to sew a bit.</div>
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I included Wyatt in every step of the process so he would feel more involved and excited about his chart. As a result, please excuse the sloppy stitching in pictures. The nice thing about this chart, is it can be used for other things in the future. I also made a "pick up toys" pin and "follow directions" pin etc... He won't get a toy every time he reaches 10 with those, but maybe things like frozen yogurt trips, pool trips etc...<br />
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I kept reminding Wyatt the whole week leading up to Operation Potty Training that we were going to get rid of diapers and wear big boy underwear over the weekend. He was <i>not</i> happy about it. There was some crying once I pulled the underwear out, but after reading The Potty Book, he relaxed and we were smooth sailing!</div>
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My little brother is a freshman at the University of Wyoming here in Laramie. He comes over every other week or so to do laundry at our place. I always make a point to make him dinner and give him a break from cafeteria food. Last night, he requested cheeseburgers.</div>
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Day 1 wheat free, and I was going to make cheeseburgers and fries. Yikes! I love me a good cheeseburger. A nice, big bun, tons of mayo, ketchup and pickles. Mmmm. The thought is enough to make my mouth water. For the first time, well... probably ever, I didn't give in or justify a cheat. I had the hamburger (lean) patty with a nice big helping of veggies and didn't feel deprived at all. </div>
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Tiffany @ The Fit Trainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15643908718900975749noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868208562220379955.post-27819233608182881072014-04-02T07:59:00.005-06:002014-04-02T08:25:11.196-06:00Wheat Belly Wednesday - Edition 1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We're just going to start fresh with this Wheat Belly Wednesday business around here. Illnesses and injuries are, <i>knock on wood</i>, behind us. I'm starting this journey of mine over, at least physically. This is a new beginning, so it seemed fitting to take it back to numero uno.<br />
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God willing, every Wednesday around these parts will be "Wheat Belly Wednesday." Since this is the first week, here's my plan:<br />
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A question I'm getting a lot through the blog, as well as friends and family that I've mentioned Wheat Belly to, is "Why on earth would you want to do that?" This is not some fad diet to me nor am I looking for some quick "fix". That needs to be clear. With my Lupus being considered "active" at the moment, one of the few treatment plans is prednisone. I'm sure from all my complaining these past few months, you have probably all caught on that I hate the stuff. A lifetime of prednisone and other nasty drugs is a last resort in my book. I want a life I can live to the fullest and feel my best doing it.<br />
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So, I started doing some research. There are some studies showing the possibility of a wheat free diet being beneficial in autoimmune patients. It sounds weird to some and most don't understand my decision. That's okay. I don't expect people to understand and I completely get how they are skeptical. It may help; it may not. Only time will tell. All I know is it's worth a shot.<br />
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I need to give myself "mini challenges" to kick things off, so I've decided to commit to 21 days wheat free. Statistically, it's supposed to take the body and mind 21 days to adjust to new things. It's a do-able time frame. I can do anything for 21 days, right? No cheats. None, what-so-ever for the first 21 days. Once I've reached that point, I will re-evaluate and go from there. I don't know if I will go 80/20, more or less. It will all depend on how I feel. But, I want to kick start and flush it all out of my system, so 100% for now.<br />
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I love all things carbs. This could be more challenging than my week-long labor and birth with Wyatt. But, i feel I'm truly ready to push through mentally this time. These past few months have taught me a lot about what I <i>don't</i> want to feel like on a daily basis. Maybe, it's been a blessing in disguise. <br />
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Tummy (right below belly button): 42.5<br />
Hip: 42<br />
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L Upper Thigh: 24<br />
Left quad (directly above knee: 17.25<br />
L Calf: 15.25<br />
R Upper Thigh: 25<br />
R Quad: 18.5<br />
R Calf: 16<br />
L Upper Arm: 13<br />
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Originally, I was going to address the exact number of gains (and eventually, I'm sure I'll have a post about it). If you want to know, I'm sure you can look back in the archives, ha. But, I'm choosing not to focus on the what could have beens and what ifs. All I care about is the here and now. For my own sanity and happiness, I'm viewing this as a fresh start and new beginning rather than failures. I've wallowed long enough, it's time to get to work!<br />
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Also, linking up with Liz for the blog hop today. If you haven't checked out her blog, you really should. She is incredibly inspiring and sweet as can be!<br />
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Tiffany @ The Fit Trainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15643908718900975749noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868208562220379955.post-34353943243594668052014-04-01T09:50:00.000-06:002014-04-01T09:50:16.667-06:00Plans & GoalsAfter a month of no legitimate, breaking-a-sweat, type of workouts - it's hard to get back to it! I was pumped up all day, until the second we walked through the door last night. I felt as though I was walking the plank as I headed to my room to put my workout gear on. I knew it was going to suck. I knew I was extremely out of shape and it was not going to be enjoyable.<br />
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Originally, my "where do I go from here?" plan consisted of T25 for the workouts with running thrown in. The boys gave me T25 for Christmas, and I haven't gone more than one week healthy since then in order to complete the program. This was my chance!<br />
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So, I put it in the DVD player and it took me all of 3 minutes before I remembered that you spend a good 90% of the workouts <i>on your toes.</i> Normally, this is great - work those calves! But, on a broken toe? Not so great...<br />
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Last summer, Brad and I took a backpacking trip, over 6 miles total. The hike was through water, over boulders and all types of terrain. I made the trip with ease. At times, feeling as though I could have ran portions where there was actual trail. I felt on top of the world in the moment, both literally and figuratively.</div>
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The day I found out about round 1093980739 of bronchitis for the year, I also broke my big toe AND had to take Wyatt back into the doctor after my x-rays for his 3rd round of antibiotics in 2 months. We won't go back into all of that - my point is: Luck has not been on my side and I haven't handled it the best I could. </div>
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That's where I am. I'm feeling better. Much better. The prednisone is gone - for now... I haven't weighed in yet (I will tomorrow morning after I dig my scale out), but I can tell you that I will not be surprised if I'm starting over - 100% from the beginning. I've been struggling internally with that thought and trying to overcome the negative talk that comes with it. I can't change the past. It is what it is. All I can do is work my butt off from here on out. </div>
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I hope you guys will all stick around as I start this journey over. The great thing about the past year, is I've learned a lot about myself and my body which should make all the difference in my success this time around. I need accountability right now, so I'll be bringing back weekly weigh-ins. </div>
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It's Friday and my blood pressure is coming back down from my <a href="http://www.thefittrain.blogspot.com/2014/03/shame-on-self.html">little vent yesterday</a>, just in time for the weekend. I know I had said I'd have the full potty training post up this week, but we'll just bump it to the next.<br />
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This was my Friday morning. Wyatt insisted he cover me in kisses before we left the house, which basically makes me the luckiest mommy in the world. After being up all night wiping his nose and trying to keep him calm with all his coughing, it was very much needed. Please keep positive thoughts for us as we have a big doctor's appointment on Monday!<br />
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Even though he's not feeling well, there have been zero accidents since Sunday. Zero! I'm so proud of my little guy.<br />
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A little Flashback Friday to last summer's hiking...<br />
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I am itching to get back to the mountains! Will the snow ever end? We've been having a really awesome winter this spring. <i>Sigh</i><br />
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I've lived down in this part of Wyoming over 7 years, and I honestly still don't know the area well. I think I've talked Brad into showing me a few day hike places.. with trails clearly marked... that I can safely do myself when he has Wyatt. There will definitely be some backpacking trips this summer as well, but that will not happen without Brad along. Safety first, friends... safety first. Not to mention, if a bear was to pop up in front of me, I'd think he's too cute to actually shoot - even if he started ripping me to shreds. So there's that. (That may be part of the issue I'm having with convincing Brad to show me hiking trails I can do by myself).<br />
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I've started the taper process of Prednisone, which is very exciting. However, it's been years and years since I've been on it for an extended period of time. I forgot a very nasty side effect of tapering - pain. It's not uncommon with the prednisone, especially in auto-immune patients.<br />
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My entire body is fragile at the moment. I mean, it literally hurts for my clothing to touch my skin. The pressure of laying down on a soft bed to go to sleep last night actually had me crying in pain. The shower this morning? Let's not even talk about how that felt. Or the fact that drying off with a towel was out of the question, so I just stood in the bathroom to air dry for what felt like an eternity.<br />
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We had my mom and little brother come over for dinner last night. Which means Wyatt's day was MADE.<br />
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Until the past year, my family have all been 7 hours away. It's been a lot of fun having them around.<br />
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With that said, it takes a lot to truly upset me enough to voice my feelings. I'm not sure what it is about this particular issue that has me in a complete rage today. Maybe it's just the timing. Maybe, it's because my aunt is a breast cancer survivor and it happens to be her birthday. Maybe, it's my involvement in I Run 4 and that Dakota is right now, as I type, sitting in the hospital receiving results from his recent testing. Maybe, it's because I'm a runner - I don't know. All I know, is I haven't been able to get the issue off my mind all morning and feel I won't be able to let it rest until I've put my feelings out there...<br />
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This morning started out like any morning - 10,000 trips to go the bathroom for Wyatt. Shower, hair and make-up for me. Breakfast served... you know the drill. I sat down on the couch and logged onto Facebook to send Dakota a message for his results day. The first thing that popped up on my newsfeed was <a href="http://www.nbcsandiego.com/news/local/Magazine-Makes-Fun-of-Cancer-Survivors-Tutu-252560451.html">THIS ARTICLE</a>.<br />
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Monika Allen is a brain cancer survivor. She received an email from SELF awhile back, asking her permission to use a photo of her running the LA Marathon in a tutu/super hero outfit. I'm sure she never imagined it could be used in a negative light, and gave her blessing. The picture was posted in April's publication with this caption:<br />
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Little did SELF know (or bother to even find out) Monika ran this marathon in the middle of chemotherapy. (Advice to SELF: THAT is newsworthy). She wore the tutu to celebrate her amazing accomplishment. To motivate herself on the run and have a little, well deserved, fun. Not only that, but she makes tutus and sells them to donate the money to a charity: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/gotrsd">Girls on the Run. </a><br />
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One that clearly fails to understand that nearly every organized race is in support of some type of charity.<br />
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One that clearly fails to understand why anyone might want to brighten 3-50 miles. To bring a little cheer to themselves, other runners and supporters along the way. If a fun outfit can do that, why not?<br />
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One that clearly fails to understand that there are thousands upon thousands of people out there who can't run for themselves. That there are thousands of us out there dedicating our races and miles to these people. That many of them are children. In the I Run 4 group, tutus and goofy outfits are common. Members post race pictures for their buddies so they can feel a part of the race themselves. So, as a result, they go above and beyond to wear their buddy's favorite colors, characters etc...<br />
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<br />Tiffany @ The Fit Trainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15643908718900975749noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868208562220379955.post-74544619409266442212014-03-26T08:24:00.002-06:002014-03-26T08:24:36.431-06:00Cerebral Palsy Awareness Day {Yesterday}Side Note: Wheat Belly Wednesday will return in another week or two after Wyatt and I have finished all our crazy doctor's appointments etc... I can't wait to dig into all of this and get to work losing the pounds (again), but I'm focusing on us and all other areas of our health right now. Throwing in drastic lifestyle changes, with all else happening is too overwhelming at the moment. The prednisone hunger is real, people. It's a daily struggle. But, I'm doing my best to control it and make smart decisions in the mean time. So, there's that.<br />
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Somehow I missed the memo that yesterday was Cerebral Palsy Awareness Day until after lunch. Bummer! I should have been rocking my green for Dakota. I couldn't let the day go by without getting out there and doing <i>something</i> for him. Running was out of the question, but I loaded Wyatt up after work and we headed out for a walk.</div>
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Moving on to the biggest, most exciting news in our neck of the woods: Operation Potty Training has been a huge success! We started on Saturday and Wyatt has now been over 48 hours with zero accidents. Score! </div>
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Inspiration is so unique and special to each individual. My journey started a year ago... I was tired of being uncomfortable in my own skin. Tired of hiding behind hoodies and sweats. Tired of being tired, really. But, my big push was my son, Wyatt.</div>
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I didn't want to sit on the sidelines and watch him grow. I wanted to be a part of it all. I wanted to be able to chase him; throw and kick a ball around. To really be a part of everything he does. Not just emotionally, but physically. With extra pounds, that was a hard task. Beyond that, it was extremely important to me that he learn healthy habits. That he understood the importance of physical activity, and had fun doing it. That he had a healthy relationship with food early on. </div>
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Children lead by example. I couldn't sit on the couch and stuff my face with all the calories, but expect him to learn moderation. I couldn't encourage him to play outside and run around, if I was just going to kick back and watch from a distance.</div>
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Wyatt is what originally lit that fire within myself. As a result, I feel as though this journey continues to make me a better mother. I'm far from perfect, there is always room for improvement. But, not only am I happier when I'm on the right path, but so it he.</div>
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Last fall, I heard through the blogging community about <a href="http://Who I Run 4">Who I Run 4</a>. I spent a good part of the day in tears as I read about the organization and scrolled through the posts on the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/irunformichael/">Facebook page</a>. I immediately signed up to be matched with a buddy to run and workout for. It was a long 6-8 week wait to be matched with my buddy, Dakota. Never did I imagine the change this young man would make in our lives.</div>
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Working out took on a whole new meaning. I wasn't just doing it for myself anymore, I was doing it for a complete stranger. Dakota looks forward to my updates, and I don't want to let him down. He is a huge motivator for me, and beyond that, has taught me so many valuable lessons. Someday, he will ride his wheelchair next to me on a run, and I cannot wait for that day.</div>
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These past several months have been a struggle as I've dealt with various health problems. I'm gearing up to start my journey over. Instead of continuing to be down on myself for the detour I've been on lately, I'm concentrating on getting pumped up. I'm so ready to do this - just as soon as my toe and health get on the same page. There's a lot to come in the very near future, and with Wyatt and Dakota pushing me, I have no doubt that it will be an amazing ride!</div>
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My toe is healing quite nicely. Thank heavens! I can almost walk like normal today, and may have even been able to get a real shoe on, if I hadn't been too chicken to try. I'm not coughing aaalll night long, so that's nice. Hopefully things are on the up and up on my end.<br />
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Wyatt is half way through his third round of antibiotics, and I'm not totally convinced he is getting better - once again. The ear infection doesn't seem to be bothering him, but he is still complaining of the sore throat and has a cough to go with it. Poor guy! 31st is the big day when we find out if we will be referred to a specialist for surgery. As often as he is sick, I feel as though I might be slightly relieved if we go that route. Of course, I wish it wouldn't be necessary, but I hate seeing him like this all the time. So, that's where we are at with all that drama.<br />
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This picture helps to really put things into perspective. Ladies and Gents, this is <i>just</i> the past 2 weeks of mine and Wyatt's lives. I should have followed in my big brother's foot steps and became a pharmacist.<br />
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Operation Potty Training - Round 2 will be taking place this weekend. <i>Lord help us all.</i> Wyatt, is quite possibly, the most stubborn person that has ever lived. He may or may not come by this trait naturally. eh hem.<br />
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We've been casually working on it for months after our last Operation Potty Training disaster in the fall. Everyone says, "wait until he's ready." The kid insists on trying to change his own diaper, for crying out loud. He is ready.<br />
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After browsing Pinterest for hours on end, (because, how can you not?) I found a chart I just fell in love with. Back in the day when I had a life and free time, I used to quilt and sew and make all the things. I've missed it. So, when I found a chart that required some sewing, was a smart concept, and I have extra free time with no workouts, I knew it was fate.<br />
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I'll get a full tutorial up on the blog some time next week. But, the jest of it is this: Each successful trip to the bathroom, the toilet pin will move up another number. If he has an accident, the pin will move down one. Once it gets to 10, he can pick out a toy at the store.<br />
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Beyond the cute, sewing, fun factor - there were several things I liked about this idea.<br />
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2. And probably my favorite part, I like that it moves down one for an accident. I don't want to "punish" Wyatt for accidents. That's silly. But, I do want him to understand that while successful trips are awesome, our goal is to try and have no accidents at all. The hope is this will help him try harder blah blah - you get it.<br />
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4. Once potty training is over, it can still be used for discipline/chores. I've made a follow directions pin and pick up toys pin. Once he's a little older, we can add more.<br />
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I'm getting my butt back in gear. Prednisone has me feeling like a busted can of biscuits today. My fat jeans, barely got on this morning. Truth.<br />
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To stay off my toe, my goal is 100 tricep dips at work with an ab workout tonight.<br />
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Lunch break will be spent at the store stocking back up on all the healthy things. My water bottle is next to me on my desk.<br />
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No more letting my health troubles control my life and goals. Time to get this show on the road.<br />
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Wyatt put Daddy night-night on Wednesday. This picture literally has me laughing out loud every time I look at it.<br />
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Friday is always "Friday Movie Night" in our house. I was expecting our copy of Frozen from Disney Movie Club earlier this week. It still hasn't arrived!! I've been dying to see this movie. If it doesn't show up today, I need to find a quick plan B.<br />
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You know, I have a pretty awesome life. </div>
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I live, in what I believe, is one of the most beautiful places on earth.</div>
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The only thing I've felt like I'm missing is my health. I want to be at a healthy weight. I want to feel comfortable in my own skin. I want to be able to chase Wyatt around with ease. I want to continue hiking trips with Brad. I want all of these things.</div>
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I've worked hard in an attempt to achieve these things. Sometimes, I've worked a little <i>too hard </i>in an attempt to achieve them. Unfortunately, life has seemed to have other plans these past six months. If you've read here any amount of time, you've heard me whining about it all over and over.</div>
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I won't lie, as Monday unfolded into the insane day it was, I didn't know what else to do but laugh. In fact, on the phone with my boss this morning, he said he still can't believe how calm I was after that type of an injury. However, as the day went on yesterday, I started to get angry. Maybe it was the lack of sleep. Maybe it was the immense pain I was in. Maybe it was complete and utter frustration. Maybe it was concern about possible surgery in the near future for my child. Probably, it was a combination of all these things. </div>
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I'd just had it. I went through this list of all the amazing things in my life. I have it pretty stinkin' good. <i>Screw size 6 jeans. Screw endless workouts and food tracking and giving up all things yummy. Where has it gotten me? </i><br />
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I ate my feelings- again. Tears were shed. Simply, I have been a bit dramatic.<br />
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Lately, this whole healthy living thing is just overwhelming. Finding time for workouts... Heck, trying to make it one stinking week healthy enough to <i>be able to workout</i>, period. Or, one stinking week where I feel well enough to prepare healthy meals. <br />
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Sometimes I read other blogs, or see other people and that jealousy thing kicks in. Sometimes, especially lately, I've been asking myself, "why me?" I <i>want </i>to be able to workout 5-6 days a week. I <i>want</i> to be able to run outside. I <i>want</i> to feel well enough to get a good grocery shopping trip in, food prep and eat all the healthy things. And, as much as I hate to admit it, I physically have been unable to as of late. Literally. No exaggeration. Completely unable to do these things no matter how hard I've tried.<br />
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So, wallowing in self pity last night, I had a decision to make. I can throw in the towel. Give up. Be happy with all the amazing blessings I do have and just forget all the personal goals I've set for this year in terms of fitness and weightloss...<br />
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I can pick myself up. I can start over and go back to the basics. I can focus on what I <i>can </i>control. <br />
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I'm going to take this down time while I recover to finish Wheat Belly. To research nutrition. It's no secret that the food side of things is where I struggle. Now's the time to wrangle that in. I can't control the water retention from the Prednisone, but I can do my part to limit any added poundage above and beyond that.<br />
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I may not be able to run, do plyometrics, or walk for that matter... but that doesn't mean I have to sit on my butt in front of the TV for the next 4-8 weeks. Upper body has always been my weakness; this is my opportunity to really focus on that. I'm going to be taking it easy for at least the next month. My body is screaming for the break. But, that doesn't mean I can't do a little something each day. I'm going to work my arms, shoulders and back. I'm going to make sure I'm still moving. Any little bit is better than not at all. <br />
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Progress will be small while I recover from this one. (Lungs, toe and more...) Odds are against me, and despite my best efforts, the scale and my jeans may show no progress at all. It's life. It's my life. But, I will make it through this rough patch, and I'm going to come out healthier and stronger on the other side. 2014 will still be my year. I just have to find a different way to approach it. </div>
Tiffany @ The Fit Trainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15643908718900975749noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868208562220379955.post-37939124368948718662014-03-18T09:13:00.001-06:002014-03-18T09:13:37.830-06:00The Day That Would Never EndYesterday was a day for the record books. In fact, as I woke up this morning, it felt like it was some wacky dream. But, nope - it all did happen. Let me break this down:<br />
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8:30: Doctor appointment for my never ending illness.<br />
8:40: Hospital for 3 chest x-rays to rule out pneumonia<br />
9:30: Arrive back at work.<br />
10:30: Doctor calls with the good news that it's just bronchitis - again. We go over the treatment plan and she calls in 3 prescriptions to the pharmacy.<br />
12:00: Head out to said pharmacy and pick up meds.<br />
12:30: Receive phone call from FedEx Freight that they left a unit outside the shop door. Which, might I add, they are NOT supposed to do without someone there to unload and sign for.<br />
12:50: Arrive back to work. Open the garage door and barely manage to lift the corner of the pallet to drag unit into shop.<br />
12:52: Proceed to drop said unit and pallet on my left big toe.<br />
12:53: Many 4 letter words that don't need to be repeated on the blog.<br />
1:10: As the pain began to escalate and the bleeding continued, I decided I better get it checked out even though I knew there wasn't much they could do.<br />
1:15: I'm trying to get out to my car, when daycare calls. Wyatt is sick - again! He had just finished antibiotic #2 this weekend, so I immediately called the pedi to get him back in after I get my toe checked out.<br />
1:30: Arrive at Urgent Care. 5 additional x-rays later and it's confirmed it's broken - badly. <i>Tell me something I don't already know.</i> I'd share a picture of it this morning, but don't want to gross anyone out. My toe nail is ripped right down the center as well, and it's just ... nasty. Wyatt picked me out some awesome TMNT bandages, so I'm rocking that today.<br />
2:30: They tell me they are concerned about composite syndrome and wanted to give me a toridal (sp?) shot. Well, there's no time for this nonsense! I still had to pick Wyatt up and get him to the pedi's across town by 2:50. So, they tell me they are calling in pain meds and anti inflammatories to the pharmacy that I was just at 2 hours prior.<br />
2:40: Pick up Wyatt who is miserable and tells me his ear has an owie.<br />
2:50: Arrive at Pedi Office<br />
3:00: Confirm that Wyatt has a very severe ear infection and swollen tonsils that have been that way for 2 months. After 2 rounds of antibiotics, he should be 100% healthy. Specialists are mentioned. One last round of antibiotics are supposedly called into the pharmacy. Make a follow up appointment on the 31st so we can discuss the possibility of tubes and tonsil removal, and out the door we go.<br />
3:20: Arrive at Walmart. Grab some slippers, new socks and TMNT bandages before stopping by the pharmacy.<br />
3:50: Pharmacy claims they haven't received either of our scrips. At this point, I'm in an incredible amount of pain. My toe is smashed and I've been running around on it non-stop since. I have a sick child, also in pain, crying because he wants his blankie that is still at daddy's house. We continue waiting...<br />
4:20: I have a complete mental break down. I start crying in Walmart like a crazy person because I just want to get home.<br />
4:30: I text Brad to inform him I hate the world, and I can't sit there waiting any longer with both Wyatt and myself crying.<br />
4:35 We are on the way to Brad's house.<br />
5:00: Out the door to head to Cheyenne for St. Patty's Day dinner with Brad's parents. Stop at Walmart on the way, where they <i>FINALLY</i> have Wyatt's meds ready.<br />
6:00: Arrive in Cheyenne and have a great meal with family.<br />
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We got back home around 8 last night. Wyatt slept until 6:30 and I was able to get some real sleep for a the first time in a week. The way I figure, we can only go up from here! I can't get actual shoes on my foot, so I'm walking through snow drifts today - fun! It's been an adventure, that's for sure.<br />
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I'm out of commission on the workout front for at least 4 weeks, possibly 8 due to my toe. Maybe this is just my bodies way of forcing me to take a break. With a months worth of prednisone on top of minimal exercise, the next month could be rough on my health goals. All I can do is work hard to control my nutrition and hope for the best.<br />
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Let's start with a little positivity, shall we? We had a great weekend! Last week was the Wyoming State Pool tournament up in Casper. Brad played singles Wednesday and Thursday and ended up 17 out of 150. Not bad! Thursday afternoon, my mom emailed me at work and told me I should head up and meet him for the weekend and she'd take some time with Wyatt.<br />
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I was really hesitant at first. Grandma is Wyatt's favorite person in the world, and I knew he would love it. But, I've only left Wyatt over night twice. And each time it was just for the evening and I picked him up first thing in the morning. Two nights seemed so long to me! But, I finally agreed.<br />
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Sometimes mommy just needs a little break to be something other than just mommy, right? Especially after the past several months we've had. Brad and I don't live together, currently. It's difficult to chase a very busy (almost) three year old around when you feel like death yourself. And even harder to care for a very sick kiddo on your own when you are also sick. It's just a viscous cycle. So, I finally gave in.<br />
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Teams were Friday/Saturday and the guys took 9th, I believe. It was a great time, even if I will be dreaming about pool for weeks to come.<br />
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We headed back home bright and early Sunday morning for the 2.5 hour drive back to town to pick up Wyatt and head down to Fort Collins, CO for Brad's great nephew's 1st birthday! It was beautiful there and we had a great time with family.<br />
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I just am not getting better. In fact, I'm worse. I'm going on 6 months of a horrible, deep cough that just will not go away. 40 minutes, tops, of sleep at one time before I wake up with an awful coughing episode. After last night's lack of sleep and my painful chest, I just felt like I can't handle this much longer. <br />
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I got into the doctor first thing this morning which resulted in this:<br />
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We took some x-rays to rule out pneumonia. I had a long go of pneumonia last year, and I'm pretty confident it will be negative. But, better safe than sorry. I should know the results early afternoon and we'll discuss treatment options from there. However, I was told, regardless of the results, I will be going on a long run of prednisone. Again. This time for about a month - slowly weening myself off.<br />
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I'm tired of my fingers and ankles looking like they did when I was 9 months pregnant! I'm tired of being swollen and the scale going up. But, I can't get where I want to be until I can kick whatever is going on here. If a month of prednisone is what I have to do, then so be it. <br />
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Once I'm finally better, they want me to get in for pulmonary testing. Might as well add asthma to my list of conditions, eh?<br />
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One thing I noticed, my BP was in normal range today! Very rare for me due to my Lupus. So big win there!<br />
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<br />This quote has become a favorite of mine through the past few years. I've hit a bit of a set back, a long - long 6 month long one. But it's not the end of the journey. I feel as though I'm going to be starting over at this point. Honestly, oh well if I have to start from the beginning. I'm not giving up. I haven't given up. I will meet all my goals: weightloss, fitness and beyond. It's just taking longer than I ever imagined or planned. Sometimes, God has other plans. And who am I to question him?<br />
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