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Thankful Things Thursday: I Can Sing Like Whitney Houston
Have you ever had a dream that felt really, really real? And when you woke up from it, you were still totally immersed in the dream?
Well this morning, right before I woke up, I had a dream that Brian told me he went on a business trip to Chicago and while he was there he cheated on me.
So naturally I have spent all morning filled with rage and sadness and being legitimately upset with him.
Even though he’s never been to Chicago.
And even though it was a dream.
He thinks I’m being insane. I think what he did in Chicago was unforgivable.
Now, in an attempt to get Crazy Dream Cheating Brian out of my head, I will choose to embark on Thankful Things Thursday. I think that’s a good idea.
I’m thankful I went back to bed this morning. I know all you fitness crazies love trying to convince me that “you never regret a workout,” but do you know how I feel about that “motivational” statement? I feel terrible about it. This morning I woke up and I was totally shot. I put on my running clothes anyway, and I got ready, and my stomach was in rough shape. I was unlocking the front door when I thought to myself, “What if I didn’t do this and instead went back to bed for an hour?” So that’s what I did. While you were all out “not regretting your workouts,” I was back in bed, not regretting that extra hour of sleep one bit.
And I’ll run eventually. I’m not worried about it.
I’m thankful for new sheets. Red ones, specifically.
I’m thankful for the Whitney Houston song “One Moment in Time.” I don’t know why I’m currently so obsessed with this song, but I have found myself in the habit of blasting it every morning and singing it in bed every night.
Brian loves these two parts of the day, especially since I most definitely do not know more than 30 percent of the words from the entire song. Last night in bed, I thought I sounded awesome, but Brian assured me that I did not, in fact, sound “just like Whitney.”
I’m thankful Britney Spears not only has her own Twister game, but also that we have the game at work.
Sometimes, I just really really like my job.
I’m thankful that while I was at work yesterday, Brian was home transforming our apartment from “a place we live that is messy” into a real home. He told me he was working from home, but unless he switched industries and is now a builder or a carpenter or an Ikea furniture putter-together, he was not, in fact, “working from home.”
Brian and I went to Ikea right before it closed on Tuesday night to get a kitchen table and benches. It was a very ambitious Tuesday night.
And now, this apartment feels a little more like a home. Too bad that in order to set up the table I now have to actually finish unpacking. Crap. Someone come do it for me. Mom, can you come help? You’re so good at this stuff and you’re also so pretty.
I’m thankful for Tyler. Guess how huge he is now? He is 10 pounds. He has doubled his birth weight. What a little monster.
Ryan says he basically just smiles all the time. Ryan is also convinced that at two months Tyler is ready to start crawling, even though he can’t lift his head yet. Oh parents. You are all nuts.
I’m thankful I went to Pilates yesterday and it temporarily cured my stomach insanity. OK that’s a slight exaggeration. On Tuesday night, after the Journey To Ikea, I ate a broccoli and egg wrap. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but it wrecked me. After I ate it, my stomach ballooned out in the most ridiculous, pregnant-looking way. It hurt and it wouldn’t go down. I drank water, I stretched, I tried to do things in the bathroom (over-share, sorry, but also not, because there’s no such thing as over-sharing here), but nothing helped.
Broccoli may have made its way onto my “Do Not Eat” list, right next to corn.
Then I went to Crazy Pilates. This is the class with the hyper-enthusiastic teacher who begins the class by telling us to think of three affirmations starting with “I am.” I got better at it yesterday. I came up with three really good affirmations:
- I am wet from the rain.
- I am stomach puffed out.
- I am at the gym.
So inspiring, right? Especially the second one, which is so eloquently worded.
The class is a little wacky, and I’d call it more of a light cardio and toning class rather than a Pilates class (um, we use weights and we don’t get to lay down the whole time, WTF is that?), but it works for me. And magically, once I started moving, I forgot about my stomach expansion and 45 minutes later left the gym feeling significantly downsized.
I’m thankful I came home to a super sweet package from the coolest Christie over at Fitness magazine.
The people over there are ridiculously nice. It’s funny that they think I’m worthy of having a presence in their magazine, but I’m not going to complain or try to convince them that I’m actually quite un-awesome.
Do you see something new on my dresser? Not that you have memorized what sits on my dresser, but there’s something new and shiny here:
It’s a trophy! Or a plaque. Or I don’t know, what do you call this?
So thanks, Christie and Crew, for making me feel special last night. You’re the nicest.
I’m thankful Brian knows how to make meatballs and sauce from scratch, and that he thinks doing so is “fun.”
I have never been like “OMG I should cook something that doesn’t come from a box, and it will be a good time.” What a weird concept.
This apartment smelled phenomenal last night. You know what sucks, though? The meatballs and sauce apparently need to cook for six days or something.
OK, they cook for 24 hours. That may as well be six days in “withholding food from Ali” time.
Dinner tonight is going to be good I think.
You know what’s not good? The state of our kitchen.
Whew! Totally not mad at Brian anymore. I feel so much better. He may have dream cheated on me, but he also cooked and built our apartment. I lose this round.
I’m thankful for all of your doctor recommendations yesterday. I really, truly appreciate the help and I’m planning to make many calls today.
I’m thankful I can run. No, I haven’t gone today. Blah blah blah. But it wasn’t long ago that I was sidelined from running, and I hated that time, and I was a mega-bitch during that time (fine, I’m still a mega-bitch much of the time). I’m so happy each time I get to hit the road lately, even if I do have to stop in 42 bathrooms along the way.
YOUR TIME TO GET GRATEFUL: What are you thankful for today? The heat wave in NYC is apparently broken. How do you feel about that? Are you thankful for thunderstorms? Are you thankful for new shoes? Are you thankful for dark chocolate chips?
Share your super-happy thoughts and have a great day!