I saw someone else post about a comment that she received after writing a post NOT related to running...her blog is mostly a "running" blog, but I read it because she is darn funny. I could care less if she posts about her trip to the zoo, a new car, or other adventures. I read her blog because I think she is a great writer. Obviously someone else only wanted to read about running.
Here is my disclaimer, "This blog shall be about my LIFE. Yes, I run, but my blog title is 'Michele On the Run' which is a play on words since my my life is so busy and hectic. I'm always on the RUN. Therefore, you will read posts about a million things other than running!"
So, on with LIFE:
My son (20 months old) has been struggling with some issues that are yet unknown. His pediatric Gastro doctor wanted to do a colonoscopy and endoscopy to see if there were any concerning whatevers in there. If someone told me that I couldn't eat for 24 hours, I'd cry. Try telling a 20 month old who doesn't understand!!! He was allowed clear liquids and chicken broth. Thankfully he liked the broth and was so weak without food that he went to bed VERY early the night before.
We live about an hour away from the hospital, so we were up at 4:30am and on the road at 5am for a 6am check in. Baby T was a trooper and just went along with everything since he was so tired when we got there.
The scope did not show anything unusual. Biopsies of the tissues in there were taken and may tell us more later. When baby T woke up, he asked for his "foo-foo" which is his pacifier and then when the nurse offered him crackers, he freaked out and kept eating them as if he was starved all of his life! He inhaled 12 of the crackers. We kept asking him if he was ready to go bye-bye and he would reply, "No! More Coo-coos" Which is his way of asking for more crackers. He was so darn cute! We finally handed him several packages and let him eat on the way out and in the car just so we could get out of there!
When we got home he had a whole corn dog and an entire personal sized pizza. He couldn't get enough!
Now on to less "cute" stuff-
I've been working on losing weight and inches since January 1st. I'm happy to say that I've lost a total of 35 pounds and I've gone from a size 16 to a size 8! I haven't been in a size 8 since middle school! I love visuals, so here are the old vs. new jeans. The 8's fit great- not tight! I was so excited when I tried them on after I bought them today.
My foot is still sore, but I'm just pushing forward. I had a great ride outside today and enjoyed the beautiful farms as I rode. I took this picture and thought it really represented the area where I live: