Nothing Strenuous

Today was a relatively quiet, uneventful day. As far as my goals, that is. We walked down to the street fair again, to go to the car show and let the kids on some of the rides. It was super hot, and the bees were out en force, but it wasn’t too bad. After walking around down around the cars, among which this one –

(my favorite!) – was present, we went back up to the street. I got the funnel cake that I promised myself, along with a coke, and we settled down to eat…but ended up having to walk back to the van to eat our goodies (Brian’s elephant ear, the kids’ funnel cake) because the bees were insistent upon sharing our goodies…and we were feeling quite selfish and, you know, unwilling to get stung. Eventually, we headed back to the street and took the kids around to get on some of the rides. We had been about to head home when, while I was selecting my stuffed animal for throwing a ball (which was clocked at 28 mph! go me!), Crissy showed up! She’d been sleeping when we left. After selecting my animal –  we walked around some more, including back down to the car show briefly and then up to the nearby covered bridge so I could take some pictures – of which I did get some nice ones, the kids getting on another ride, and letting Crissy see what sort of fatty goodness she wanted to get. Then, it was time to go and see if the blood donation bus was open. It hadn’t been when I walked down a couple hours earlier, but it was then. After filling out the paperwork, they got me up, stuck my finger (iron was at 14.4, which is good, because I have a history of being slightly anemic, which keeps me from donating sometimes), and then got me set up.

That’s where it got -fun-. I normally donate from my right arm. Now, I’m saying normally, but I haven’t actually had a successful donation since I was about 21 years old. Either way, I’d never had a problem with it before. This time, though, they had trouble finding a vein, then, once they did stick me, the blood was very slow coming out, and then just…stopped. After trying for several minutes, they decided to try my other arm, which I was, of course, all for. I’m O-negative, and I’m a staunch supporter of donating if you’re able, especially now that I’m close with someone who has benefitted from a blood transfusion before. So they got my left arm all prepped, and…good to go! Good flow, all that jazz.

 I got my juice and cookies…and shortly thereafter, I got some fish (>.> what can I say, it’s good!), and we headed home. I was instructed not to do anything strenuous for the rest of the night, and to take in lots of fluids over the next 24 hours…so no workout today, but I don’t feel too bad, since we did do a lot of walking, and I may at least go and do a little yoga, just to keep in the habit of doing something every day. All in all…good day! I hope everyone is having a great weekend!

So, This is Me

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The title says it all.

This is me.

Heather Elizabeth Stromski, née Williams, aged 28 years, 5 days. I’m not even sure if I accented that properly, but I can’t be bothered to look it up and check.

I am the wife of Brian, stepmother to Ian and Caitlyn, and mother to Joshua…and seeking to be mother to another little bit within the next year or so.

Prior to my pregnancy with my son, I weighed 145, or around there, and was pretty happy with the way I looked. Then I allowed the idea that I was pregnant to mean that I didn’t have to watch what I ate, or move around more than necessary, and I billowed out. Even after I gave birth, I still didn’t weigh over 200 pounds, but now I do. My husband says at least some of it is the fault of my birth control, but I know it’s not all of that, and I know I have to accept the blame for most of it. So I am, and now, I’m ready to take charge.

So, the intent is to start out doing at least 20 minutes a day of exercise on the WiiFit, and my roommate and I are going to work at structuring a good diet for the two of us.

I did my WiiFit workout today, using the ‘Combine’ function and selecting the Form routines of Hips, Arms, and Figure. It involved several yoga positions, a couple of rhythmic aerobic and balance routines, and a decent bit of sweat on my part. I’ve discovered that burp rags (which we stopped having to use for Josh a few months ago) can definitely be ret-conned into sweat rags.

Tomorrow, I go to a doctor that may become our new family doctor. There, I will get my birth control removed, and Brian and I will start working on another chapter of our lives. Won’t that be interesting. >.>