9 Lives.

I've been complaining a lot lately (no really ... I have lol).
Why can't I get a break?  Why are all these things happening to me?  Why, why, why?!?

Had a thought last night.  Maybe even an epiphany.  I was thinking I have 9 lives ... and I'm using them up ... as ALL these things keep happening to me ... one after another.  I'm dodging bullets left and right.

Then my epiphany (I think it's worth this BIG word).  I have actually been amazingly lucky, blessed, fortunate, guided ... whatever you want to call it.

Fall was bad, but could have been a whole lot worse - permanent brain, spine damage - nope.
Firewalk - loads of people burned.  Not even a hot spot for me.
Dallas.  We were in the EXACT place of the shooting.  No exaggeration.  Two weeks earlier.
A yucky sucky lingering cold.  Treated tons of young-ish people this week - terminal illnesses - no "better" for them.

Someone, something somewhere watching over me.  Making the bad not BIG.  Taking care of me.

And I'm complaining.  Not anymore (at least about this stuff lol ... a girl can conversationally bitch every once and a bit!)

Okay ... that was big and dramatic.  Now for the fluff.

Didn't exactly start the Whole30 yesterday. I ate Whole30 until I came home.  Hubby got me take-out for dinner (and I appreciate the effort).   Not completely complainant ... hello all or nothing.  And by that I mean 3 hot-out-of-oven, gooey cookies.  My friends are starting Tuesday.  I thought I'd get a jump on it since I'm on-call and can't drink.  Guess not.  I did have lots of healthy veggies - that was a plus.

I guess I'll finish up my Jenny Craig left overs this weekend.  Then decide if I want to pledge another Whole30 (I've done 2).  What I want is to lose 12 or so pounds.  Just don't know what I want that process to look like. (I wish it looked like drinking wine and eating junk!)

What I DON'T want is to flit around trying, not really trying ... losing, not really losing.  Ending up the same or heavier, discouraged and tired from treading water.  I need 4 great weeks and I can be done with this.  Back to where I need to be.  Mark the calendar. (Okay this is bringing the motivation back.)  Some thinking to do.  Stay tuned.

Drinking my new tea (reminds my strangely of oatmeal - in a good way) and then a quick workout.  If call cooperates!!  Usually mornings are relatively "safe" as docs go to bigger hospital first.

Doing an arms-focused tabata today.  Trying to maintain through next week.  Then BAM - calling the magic.  Time to put pedal to the metal and get this DONE.

Later gators.