Wednesday, February 11, 2009

The incredible growing girl

Carlie woke up for school this morning, and her clothes were too small. Like, as in nothing fit. Seriously. Her plaid school skort? Skin tight and barely buttoning at the waist. Her sweatshirt? Knobby wrists sticking out when she raises her arms. Even her tennis shoes were tight. SHOES THAT SHE WORE YESTERDAY. I am not even kidding.

How is this possible? I mean, I know kids have growth spurts, but she literally grew overnight in a measurable and tangible quantity. This is freaking me out somewhat.

Also freaking me out? My core. I mean abs. I mean stomach. I mean gut. Because? Loose and flabby is why. And my little nanosecond of plank the other day drove home the point that I need to be doing some kind of exercise other than running.

So today I was going to see how long I can maintain plank position. I had previously worked up to, like, 90 seconds. But I can't find my stopwatch -- the stopwatch I specifically bought to time myself in the plank position when I was all "let's get fit" last year. So how am I supposed to exercise if I don't even have the right equipment? This is like a giant conspiracy, though I am not sure who exactly it is that is conspiring against me. Possibly one of my alternate personalities, because I am pretty sure no one in my family gives a rat's ass about my ability to plank or my $1.99 stopwatch. 

In other news, I bought peanut butter cups at Trader Joe's yesterday. Because the big peanut butter scare? Makes me want to eat nothing but peanut butter all day, every day. Because? I am broken that way. So as I complaining about my flabby belly I am scarfing away on peanut butter cups. If this were an Alannis Morissette song, it would be ironic. But since it's real life, it's just me, being stupid. And then whining about it.

But guess what? Chocolate and peanut butter and diet coke are the only thing that actually make my headache feel better. The headache that I woke up with. Is that not the most horrible feeling in the world, to open your eyes and realize first thing in the morning, I HAVE A HEADACHE. AGAIN. ? The worst. The second worst? The realization in the following moment that you need to haul your headachey ass out of bed and take your daughter to a 7:15 a.m. violin lesson. To which we were late. Because see the nothing fit rant above. I went on a 4.5 mile run to try to shake off the headache, but it's still here. The peanut butter cups really do help. Because? Candy is magic.

If I can find my stopwatch, I will time myself and see how long it takes to finish off the entire family sized box of peanut butter cups.

UPDATE: Still no stopwatch, but estimated time to finishing off the peanut butter cups is about three minutes.

8 comments:

Catheroo said...

I'm a long-time lurker, first time caller. (Jeez, it's like I'm calling a radio show.)

Anyway, about running 4.5 miles with a headache - you are my hero! I cannot muster the energy to rise from the couch to do even TWO miles WITHOUT the headache.

But the TJ's peanut butter cups, I can do that. In one sitting.

So, I guess I'm not really an under-achiever, it just depends on what the achievement is.

Fantastic Forrest said...

Those growth spurts are fascinating. Amazing Boy used to have pains in his legs because they were growing inches longer minute by minute. Seriously.

I don't think the peanut butter cup thing is "ironic." Unless you are being sarcastic about Morrisette's use of the term ironic. Which is entirely possible, knowing you. You are just too clever for me. I am a plain and simple girl. And I'm mad you didn't save any of those peanut butter cups for me, your dear friend. >:-(

Smooches!

Cheri @ Blog This Mom! said...

I think I could do longer planks if I had peanut butter cups first. In fact, I'm sure of it.

Lee said...

Yeah, running with a headache. Ouch!! No way can I do that. And I *just* got up to 4 miles, so you doing 4.5, and sometimes more miles is amazing to me :)

Growth spurts are amazing.

Anna See said...

I'm impressed you run at all. I run to the fridge w/ great regularity. AND Girl Scout cookies arrrived today. I have 122 boxes in the house right now.

Keetha said...

You're so wise; candy IS magic.

Great post. :-)

Nap Warden said...

Step away from the peanut butter cups! Now, thanks to you...I have to go see how long I can do plank position:P

Cat said...

This was a great post. Maybe writing with a headache = good thing.

That growing thing is freaky. Hippie is now taller than me so I'm the shortest person in the family if you don't count the dogs.