Is it Sunday?

Today and tomorrow will be the most challenging days with the puppy and the contractors.  They need to work inside doing doors and interior window trim.  God give me strength.  PLEASE!!  My son is going to his apartment today - it's that bad - I might need to be committed to the funny farm when this is over!  Barking, barking, barking, barking, barking and some more barking.

Open doors = bugs.  Open doors = strain on already broken AC.

And, just for fun, tomorrow is also a dentist appointment for me with a new hygienist. My poor snaggletooth!

I'll crate Bailey for part of the day and sit upstairs with her the rest.  She smells that people are still in the house and it makes her so nervous.  She'd make a great tracking dog.  Is it Sunday yet?

Anyway, I forgot to give an update on my "regular" clothes fit.  Good, not great.  Things felt more comfortable, but not  OMG fantastic.  I guess 2 months of lots-of-stuffing-my-face can't be completely reversed in 20 some odd days.

And, I know this will sound crazy, but after lifting weights for about a year now, I've finally developed some butt muscle.  It's a nice little round thing that actually moves when I squeeze - I kind of LOVE it.  Rumor has it, I might even stare at it in the mirror on a regular basis. 😏 I had nada, zero, zilch before - flat as a pancake - no visible movement with a squeeze - some sad sagging happening.  But, that muscle takes up room and makes for tighter pants (since I didn't lose the fat, just added muscle).

Here's the problem.  I don't weigh myself.  I measure by how my clothes fit.  But my body has changed some with the weight lifting.  Clothes are fitting differently.  I'm lost without some measure of am-I-where-I-need-to-be.  Is this more muscle?  Am I fooling myself?

I know ... how do I feel, how do I look, is this really important?  Yep - I agree.  But I can't help it.

I wore my new workout outfit yesterday.  Striped pants, little tank.  Part of me expected some feedback from the workout crew.  I always wear black pants and a t-shirt.  Silence.  Crap.  What does that mean?  Did I look ridiculous?  Did people even notice?  Am I making this about me and it's not? The girls always comment on people's new stuff.  Hello vanity.  Hello external validation.  I knew you were lurking in the background.

Crazy is in full bloom!

Last fun fact today - I feel "sick" again.  Sore throat, headache, stuffy.  Not ready to call it a cold.  I think it's a pre-sick warning.  Sleep more.  Stress less.  If only it were that easy.  Sunday baby - just hold on.