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.


