The PET scan went fine. It was at 7:30 am so Nick stayed home with Elise while I went. It's kind of sad I think about the Egg McMuffin I get on the way home pretty much the whole time. (Actually what's sadder is that I have a PET scan "tradition". I think this is my 6th one? Not sure.) And when I drive up at 10:30 I just pray they're still serving breakfast while I slurp in my drool. The fat girl inside me wanted to order the Egg McMuffin with a side of hotcakes with a side of cinnamon roll. But I refrained. Be proud, people. Be proud.
Speaking of my inner fat girl - I've lost about 10 pounds. I've been using MyFitnessPal - it's kind of like Facebook for dieters. It's a calorie counter and it has a huge database. I use my iPad and I can scan barcodes of whatever food I'm eating. It's awesome and addicting. And I'm trying to be healthier - you know because I had cancer and stuff. But I really want to wear smaller pants...10 pounds to go.
I did the Couch to 5K program - and it totally works. Pick your jaws up off the floor now. I can run for a solid 20-30 minutes now after 9 weeks. When I started I couldn't even run for 2 minutes - so this is major progress. Lauren and I are even running TWO 5Ks this weekend. We are so athletic.
I never said I was a fast runner. Actually the longer I sit here watching the women's gymnastics the more I think I could totally do that. However Nick has informed me that my spontaneous floor exercise dance is seriously lacking in gracefulness and technical skills. I actually tried to do a somersault the other day and kind of hurt my neck.
But enough about me.
The other day I thought washing the car would be a fun activity for Elise. She got bored and thought playing with the hose was way more fun. So then I quit washing the car halfway through. It was way too hot.