It's been a while since I've written. I'm in a bit of a haze and I'll explain why. I have a few things to cover today, and I'm wondering to myself what tone will this entry take considering the events on Monday.
Kiara gave us all a scare on Monday morning when she slipped during a dance twirl and landed head first into the aluminium trim of my coffee table. I was in the kitchen and all I recall is a thud that froze my blood. The rest was a blur of moments, moments of panic, moments of action, moments of sheer raw terror. Thankfully Hassan had just left for work so while it took him about 5 minutes to get back home, every moment felt like a lifetime. She was whisked away to emergency (thank Heavens she'd stopped bleeding by then) and I had no other choice but to stay behind with the twins and just wait. And so, one complete breakdown, 4 hours and 10 stitches later I had my baby back in my arms in one piece. Truly I have never felt so helpless, so scared and so lost all at once in my life. Worst. Day. Ever!
So suffice to say I haven't been quite myself that Monday. But back into somewhat normal again I will report that there was no weight lost last week. 182.7 lbs was what my trusty scale reported, but wait, I think there may have been a twist to that number.....
Backing up to Saturday afternoon. Wonderful Nadia stopped by with a bouquet of stunning flowers as an early Mother's Day treat for this mama. In the midst of my gushing about how gorgeous they are and how she shouldn't have she tells me "Shut up and listen to a proposal I have for you". Right away she says "I know you're gonna say "no", BUT!". Then proceeds to tell me that a bib became available for tomorrow's Sporting Life 10k race. Yeah right, where's the punchline!?!?! No joke, this girl is serious. I give Hassan a "save me" look for which I get told off by Nad. Long story short (is it too late for that?) I agree. Sunday, 10k, no big deal. I only trained for it never. I manage to finish the race in 1 hour and 7 minutes. Shocking myself to my socks that I was able to run it. Moments of triumph, gotta love those!!
So what I'm getting at is that maybe the weight number hasn't moved because it was the morning after the race. Maybe it was due to water intake (I drank my body weight in water on Sunday). Maybe I've built up some muscle over the course of the month. In any case, Hassan tells me I look trimmer. And if you know Hassan you know he's not one to blow smoke up your ass about anything. So, starting next weigh in day (Monday) I'll also start charting measurements. I think It'll give me a more complete picture of what's happening.
Moments of weakness. On Monday night, I had plain nothing left in my will power reserves. I couldn't stomach anything all day, so I was famished by 9pm. So I ate. I ate garlic bread, I ate rice pudding (Hassan makes an amazing warm vanilla kind!). But my plate was pretty healthy. Chicken Diavolo plate from La Cucina with roasted potatoes and grilled veggies. While I enjoyed the bread and the rice pudding, my body was pretty much shocked by an unexpected slap of refined carbs, fat and sugar. I paid for it the next day. Back to clean eating we go. But I do cherish those moments of indulgence.
And that pretty much covers it. I'm contemplating which races to sign up for this coming season. Look out for that update once the plan is finalised. The addiction is real! The adrenaline, the rush, the race day atmosphere, those moments are hard to leave in the dust and never return to experience them again. So I'm back....thanks Nad!