That was how I greeted my daughter when she returned my call yesterday as I sat in the doctor's office. I'd arrived 15 minutes early for a 9:30 a.m. appointment. I think she called at 11. And, yes, I had my knitting with me but I was bored and irritated and it was more fun ranting to/with her than sitting there steaming in a paper gown. [Isn't that a lovely mind picture? Heh.]
When he finally did show up, about 10 minutes later, he was profusely apologetic with all kinds of excuses. [None of which was, "I was delivering a baby."] But still. I told him if I hadn't had to drive an hour to get there I'd have left an hour earlier.
At any rate, that's done for another year. And it's always good to have someone compliment you on your accomplishments. Total weight loss from last visit [in March] to yesterday's was 29 pounds. And he said there's no way he could run a half-marathon.
If his office wasn't so far away I'd go there for my weekly weigh-in. Those scales were two pounds lighter on Wednesday morning than mine were on Tuesday morning.
Speaking of knitting – which I haven't been doing much of lately – I'm so not in love with the baby sweater I've been making, and I think I'm just going to toss it. It's a top-down raglan. While the width of the sweater and sleeve looks like it would fit a newborn, the depth of the raglan like looks more toddler-like. The yarn wasn't terribly expensive and I have plenty more, so I'm not even going to reclaim what I've used. Into the trash it goes. Lesson learned: I had second thoughts about this after I put the sleeve stitches on holders, but I kept on knitting, thinking it would end up okay. It's. Just. Not.
I've finished the felted toys I talked about a while ago, but they're still blind [they're for my expected granddaughter, so I need to stitch the eyes on instead of sewing on googly eyes]. Once they're really finished, I'll post photos. They're so cute; even Mr. Shrinking Knitter, who doesn't pay much attention to knitted toys, was impressed.
I went straight to the mall [such as it is] from the doctor's office to get new running shoes, so they'll get their first workout today. I'm now officially a New Balance girl; my last pair were great and I wouldn't even try another brand, which kind of amused the salesperson. I just wish these were white and white, or white and grey, or white and pink, instead of white and ... coral? Orange? Oh, well, they fit, and they're not for style, they're for business – the business of running.
I was so, so tired when I got home yesterday that all I did was read e-mail/blogs and watch television. No exercise at all yesterday. Dr. Oz would not be happy about that.
This article at the Runner's World website says when Lance Armstrong is training for the Tour de France he increases his daily calories from 3000 to 6000.
Maybe I should take up biking.