I Hurt In Places I Didn’t Even Know I Had (And I Want a Cookie!)

Ever since my thyroid decided to go haywire on me and cause my jeans to get snug and my mood to get crabby, I have really been making an effort to help the thyroid meds out and maybe speed up the process of getting my clothes to fit more comfortably again (versus buying all new clothes, because I am seriously not down with that). So, that means I’m trying to ignore my sweet tooth and I’m stepping up the exercise.

This sucks because for the most part, I have a pretty healthful diet. I mean, shoot – I even deprive at Starbucks with my nonfat and my sugar-free and my making that my snack for pete’s sake and not just another substitute for the water I’m avoiding drinking. Watching my diet even further is a miserable experience. Having PMS right now is NOT helping.

Then, I’ve upped the exercise. I was already in the process of increasing cardio from 30 to 45 minutes each time. Now, it’s defintely at least 45 minutes, and I’ve upped the speed, including (gasp) running. I have run three days this week and while it sucks a little less each time, I still don’t like it. I keep telling myself that it’s good for me, and the eventual results will make me happy, even if the achey knees and sweat pouring down my face aren’t so fun. I have to go buy running shoes, because my walking shoes aren’t gonna cut it (and my physical therapist would be so pissed at me if he knew I was “running” in them!). Buying shoes, that should be fun, yes?

Part of what has made the running even remotely tolerable is that I’ve been watching episodes of “Sex and the City” on DVD while on the treadmill. Forty-five minutes on the treadmill translates into about an episode and a half of Carrie and crew, and so I’ve been loving it. I just wrapped up Season Three this morning, and think that perhaps I need to go pick up Season Four at Target tonight while shopping for The Princess’s birthday presents (Her birthday is Wednesday and you better believe she’s been counting down). The back eps of SATC are getting me even more excited for the movie coming out on Friday (I’m suuuuch a nerd).

By the way, I just took a quiz and apparently I’m Miranda. This surprises me and half annoys me – but according to the quiz, they are “Barely” certain. Huh. I would have figured I was kind of a Carrie/Charlotte fusion. I knew I wasn’t Samantha. But Miranda? The description, however says:

Your personality: Pragmatic, with a quick wit and a take-no-prisoners attitude, you’re the realist of your social set. Some view your sharp sense of humor and intense scrutiny as emotional armor, which isn’t far from the truth. Beneath your steely exterior, however, you just want to be loved like anyone else. Of course, it would be love on your own terms, wouldn’t it, you little control freak.

In reading that, I guess I get it. That sounds kinda like me.