In many ways I feel like I’m still searching for my 2018 mojo, but I’m about to kick start my fitness plans for the year at least. I decided to sign up for the “Transformation Challenge” at my local Orange Theory. It starts on Monday and runs through the end of March. I have to workout there at least 3 times each week, and there are prizes at the end for the people who lose the biggest percentage of their body weight.
I already know I won’t be eligible for prizes because there’s one week (when I go to QuiltCon) when I already know I won’t be able to make 3 workouts. There’s an OTF in Pasadena, but unfortunately going to another location doesn’t count. But I decided to sign up anyway because 1) I want the built-in motivation for a couple months and 2) it’s pretty unlikely that I’d win a prize in the first place, so not being eligible doesn’t bother me. In previous challenges, the winners usually lose something like 10% or more and that would be almost 20 pounds for me. Doable, I suppose, but my goal is really more like 10 pounds.
Losing 10 would put me back at my pre-pregnancy weight (both pre-Emma and pre-Charlotte) and I’d be pretty darn satisfied with that.
My friend Karen sent me a free box from Plated, one of the many meal services that are so popular these days. I’ve been wanting to try one of these, but just haven’t gotten around to it — plus, I’m just not sure how well this kind of thing would work for our family.Can the meals really be prepared in 45 minutes or less? Will the kids eat them? We shall see! The options all looked pretty delicious to me, so fingers crossed.
Last Saturday I managed to lock our whole family out of the house. Yep. We were on our way to my work group’s holiday party (we’ve made a habit of having our holiday parties in January for the last several years) and Jose and the girls were already outside. I twisted the doorknob lock and pulled the door closed behind me, assuming Jose had the keys. He…did not. He tried to stop me as the door was swinging closed, but it was too late.
At least the weather wasn’t too bad, and we had our phones! I called an emergency locksmith, who was at our door a half hour later. It took him a good 15-20 minutes to get inside, and he had to remove a small piece of trim to get a better angle on things, so I guess that’s a good sign at least — our lock was difficult to crack!
We’ve been in this house for 18 months now, and have said at least half a dozen times that “oh, we should give a key to the neighbors”…and yet we hadn’t. Needless to say, that has now been done.
Charlotte has had goop coming out of one ear for two days now, so she’s got a doctor’s appointment this afternoon for what I’m sure is another ear infection. This winter has been really rough with the illnesses.
I also just feel cold all the time. I guess 15 years is the point at which I finally become Houston-ified enough that even a 50 degree day leaves me shivering? All I know is that as crazy as this sounds, I could really go for an oppressively hot summer day right now.