Happy Easter!

If you celebrate.  If not, happy Sunday. 

We’re back from our mini-getaway which turned out to be more “mini” and less “getaway” than I’d hoped.  It was nice to be out of town but I didn’t feel quite the sense of liberation and isolation that I normally do when we go up to the cabin.  I think it was partly because I’m in an odd place, emotionally – doing a lot of introspection and evaluation and mental processing on a lot of levels – and partly because…well, okay, it was really probably all my mental state.    I hate when I get like this.  I know it’s important and valuable, because I always learn a lot about myself and my life and just things in general, when I have these spells – but it makes it a little hard for me to enjoy things, and it makes it really tough on the people around me.  Sigh.

Still…it’s Easter.  It’s a time of renewal and rebirth and…chocolate.  Ugh.  Lots of chocolate.  And I must confess, I was pathetically weak with respect to that last.    (There is somewhat less guilt and shame than might possibly be expected, however, because it was really good chocolate, and…I enjoyed it.  A lot.

The great thing is, other than the giant tin of candy that my mother presented us with for the holiday, there really wasn’t anything unhealthy there.  I was a little smarter this time when making lists, and didn’t do my usual, “Oh, I’ll have DH buy chips for the girls, but I won’t eat any.”  (Because, you know, I always do.)  So even though I ate a little more than I normally would, it wasn’t bad.  Other than the chocolate, and anyway chocolate is good for your heart.  So there.

I am feeling pretty positive on a number of counts though.  Yesterday I did my Couch to 5K…I don’t even know what week or day or month or year it would be.  I’m calling it Week One Day 3, which I think is accurate, but I will be repeating Week One for a number of reasons, not the least of which is that the run kicked my BUTT.  Yes, I had been sick all week.  Yes, I was running on concrete rather than a treadmill – and yes, about half the run was massively uphill.  (And when I say massively, I mean…well, there’s a reason West Virginia’s state motto involves MOUNTAINEERS.)  And yes, I did it.    But still.  I am not ready for Week Two yet.  Which is all right.  I really want to get into some sort of rhythm with it anyway – you know, actually doing my three runs a week, instead of just running sporadically here and there?  Hopefully this week I’ll be well enough and disciplined enough to actually do it.  (I need some of Happy’s stamina and sticktuitiveness!  Just a leetle, prease?) 

I am feeling better, really and well and truly better, finally.  I spent a day eating nothing but applesauce and toast, and I think the break was good for my system.  (I was also at one point seriously considering Hanlie’s Juice Feast, because it sounded about my speed…but realistically I know I am not nearly ready to commit to it.  Though it would likely do my body a lot of good…)  I’ve been on solid food now for two days and, despite a little hesitation at mealtimes (which I think is more psychological than anything) I seem to be doing fine.  So tomorrow I’m back at it, though my portions will be small.  Which is all to the good.

DH now has the Evil Virus of Doom…and I feel for him, oh do I feel for him!  When these things do hit him – they don’t usually – they hit him hard. So he’s in bed and likely will be for a day or so, if I can keep him down.  The only person so far still unscathed is Elder Daughter who, with a teenager’s sense of invulnerability, assures me that she “never gets sick when we get sick.”  Hah!  I hope she’s right.  They are on Spring Break this week, though, so if she’s going to get it, now would be the best time. 

I am very hopeful that when spring finally arrives (yeah, it’s Easter, but it’s also snowing, so…) we can be done with all these bugs and flus and whatever.  It would be nice for everyone to be healthy for a while.

And now I must run to the store for Gatorade and applesauce and…other soft, bland things, because I’m not letting DH jump into solid foods too fast the way I did.  Love his poor heart, he was really good to me while I was sick.  Now I shall return the favor.

I hope everyone has had a lovely Easter, a wonderful weekend, and will have a great evening.