Needles Round 1

Tomorrow I am heading to my Hematologists office to learn how to shoot myself up with Lovemax. Sigh.

Infertility?

The more I am learning, the more I see that these genetic mutations I’ve inherited are serious contributors to infertility.

It’s been a really shitty couple of days. I’m upset and worried and probably need to talk to my doctor about some anxiety — I cannot be walking around waiting for a blood clot.

This Post From The Summer…

1- Homemade Iced Espressos
2- Summer Fruit Smoothies
3- Weekends in the Sunshine with Family

I love that picture to the left. It’s my husband dancing with my 4-year old niece a few weeks ago at my parents house. The dance party continues too! We recently set up a family “webcam” network via our PS3’s and my living room has become a Friday night dance party with Uncle Tim in NJ and Mary Willow in Florida.

There is more to say.

Bootcamp ends next week and I cannot believe I’ve exercised at 5:30am for the past 3 weeks in a row.   I am not yet a 100% convert to the crack ass of dawn workout, but it is growing on me.  I am sure that attending the class with my cousin has contributed to my success.      In fact, we are currently contemplating signing up for the next session.  It will be a vastly different experience as the venue moves from indoor soccer field to an outdoor park.     Apparently there is a 1 hour hike each week too.   Although I am curious to see my last day measurements, I am infinitely more interested in beating my 1 mile run from the first week.  It was 12 minutes, 12 seconds and I think not too shabby for someone who has not run in months and has never run on anything but a treadmill.  Without the treadmill to guide me, I had a difficult time setting my pace.   For the retest I plan to use my ipod and maybe my heart rate monitor (which doubles as a stop watch).  I think one of the pros of bootcamp is that I’m not focusing on the cardio machine digital readouts.  

Simmering.

Tonight for dinner we are having (gasp!):  pasta.   In celebration, I’ve been simmering a huge pot of homemade Puttanesca sauce for hours.     The pasta was a gift from my parents.  In fact, they imported it from Italy, and it’s fan-fucking-tastic.  My mother-in-law believes its because of the “water they use over there.”   I’m not sure what it is, but it beats the hell out of Ronzoni.     Pasta (especially non-whole wheat pasta served after 4pm) goes against any of the food plans I’m following, but I’ll tell ya something, it’s not a “lifestyle change” if I cannot indulge in some kickass imported semolina pasta a few times a year.   I’m throwing in some shrimp and broccoli rabe to balance out the meal too.

Status Quo

Sorry for the lack of updates.  Things are incredibly busy work wise right now and I am dealing with unrealistic October deadlines.   I’ve been putting in some 18 hour days and then not sleeping well at all.  Quite frustrating. Admist all this turmoil, I’ve been doing well with my diet.  In fact, it’s feeling rather second nature again – and I cannot tell you what a relief that is.  Even better is that I’m not obsessing (right now).   I am just trying to enjoy the mental downtime, really.   I think it helps that I’m journaling but staying off the scale.  Who knows really.