Friendly Pushers

Two days of a severe headache but I got back to it this morning. I laid down with Bryn for a nap at 4:30 yesterday and didn’t wake up until 1am, despite all the noise. My husband’s howler monkey imitations were what finally woke me up. 

I got up for a while, drank a lot of water and spent some time with him and then laid back down from 3:30-6. Then got up and got ready for the gym. Being home more often lately as I try not to get any more sicknesses before going to Disney has caused my knees to hurt again. I don’t usually have trouble with them outside of walking stairs, but when I’m home more, that means sitting on the couch more. Fun Jamie fact: I have unusually short legs. Most of my family does. It’s like when we were hung out to dry, we got put upside down so our torsos got all stretched out. I’m 5’6” with a 25” inseam. I say all this to say, I can’t sit comfortably on a normal couch or chair because my legs just stick out in front of me instead of being able to angle down and put my feet on the floor. So in high school I developed this terrible habit of just sitting on my legs on furniture. Bad for my legs, absolutely, but even worse for my knees. Trying to break the habit but will likely need a recliner or at least an ottoman to make it so I can sit on a chair like a normal person. 

I fought the ache and went to the gym. I knew once I got into the water, they’d be fine for my workout anyway! I watched all the lives I’ve missed and did a little extra cardio today since it was a lot of lives to catch up on. While watching Jeff’s live from Thursday night, I really started thinking about those friends and family members who always encourage us to indulge. For someone like me, who will loudly admit that I have suffered from food addiction most of my life, these are not only a “one time” or “celebration” food for me. They’re something that will trigger addiction response and cause me to have to work exponentially harder at staying on track, or worse, could be the moment that becomes my regression to that place of addiction I have fought my way out of. If I was a recovering crack addict, would they be pushing that on me? Of course not. So why would anyone push food on me when I’m exercising self-control? Like Jeff said, they can either want me to be healthy and respect my boundaries or they can watch me suffer in a hospital bed. 

6 days until we leave for two weeks. I can’t believe it’s almost here. I was thinking, I doubt I’ll have time nor have much motivation to make time to write while I’m there, so how would y’all feel about me doing videos there instead? I’m not crazy about my voice, which is why I don’t do many videos, but I can do those while we are traveling place to place. Just an idea! Hope y’all are having a great weekend so far! This comparison photo is not the kind I usually post, namely being in clothes and free-boobing, but it shows a lot of changes.