My best laid plans (as is Murphy's Law) do not always turn out how I want or expect them to. My plans this time, were to start exercising today (yesterday really, but that didn't happen) and again today it didn't happen for the same reason. Breezely on one hand is getting better. She is coughing less and less and she isn't wheezing anymore and she's only a little gurgly every now and then. Buzzy on the other hand hasn't eaten barely ANYTHING in almost 5 days now. She vomits all the medicine I give her for her ear infection and when she isn't vomiting that up, she is either coughing so hard she cries, or crying so hard she coughs and THEN vomits. Needless to say, it isn't a good idea to take her outside in the rain/ick/yuck weather and with all my running about trying to keep both girls content, happy and comfortable I don't have time to really do any formal exercise inside either. Although I DO do about 50-75 jumping jacks every day and I try to get my 'butt walks' in, even if they're just for a few minutes in between naps and tantrums and coughing and vomiting and diaper changing and meal making and laundry doing. But I have to say it, 'MAMA'S TIRED!'
I was under the impression that as a general rule a heavy person stays warmer than a thin person and gets hotter faster because not only do they have the extra body mass to keep them warm but when doing physical activity it takes extra effort for the heart to pump blood to all that mass exerting more energy etc etc etc. Yada yada. Apparently, though, I don't fall in this category. It appears to be that the more weight I lose, the warmer my resting body temperature is and the quicker I am to warm up and then sweat when doing physical activity. What the Heck?!?! I am almost reminded of my pregnancies where everyone in the room was comfortable, bordering on cool and there I was, dressed in as little as was decent, not moving even an inch and sweating like a friggin faucet was shoved up my butt and attached to all my pores. I don't get it. Is it me? Is it the weight loss? Does it have anything to do with my weight at all or is it just my body chemistry? Cuz let me tell you, regardless of how fat or how thin I am, I HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE TO BE HOT. I HATE TO SWEAT. I HATE IT!! I endure it during exercise because it is expected but when I am sitting on my bed folding clothes I resent every pore in my body that feels THIS is the time to perspire. This is the time I'll get this random 'hot flash'. And yes, that is exactly what it feels like. A FRIGGIN HOT FLASH! I feel like saying to my body, 'hello, you're not pregnant anymore and you're only 25! Long ways off from menopause so just knock this shit off already!' Then again if I actually had this conversation with my body I think I'd have bigger problems to be worried about than my body temperature (ie mental state?)
Anyway, so my plan for tonight was to blog, write a chapter or so in my novel, maybe play a computer game and hit the pillow. It took
K, I've officially lost it.
SO I'M OUT.
The Fat Chick