AIM
Shawn finally got up with his alarm, went to the gym and got online. I woke up at 0800, logged onto AIM, he wasnt there, so I just went invisiable, reset my alarm and fell back asleep. For some reason (my AIM is on silent), I woke up at 0830 and looked back. He has IMed and told me he's going to get in the shower. When I IMed him and told him I was awake, I just had to wait a few minutes. We used the "Talk Session" on AIM for the first time and it worked better than Skype! No video, but that's okay for a quick conversation! I was so happy to hear his voice!! Hooray! He worked hard at the gym! I'm proud of him. I really should work out too. I've just been to lazy and tired. He also told me he hasnt been to the DFAC in 2 weeks. I worry about that. He says he's taking vitamins to help his body out and he hasnt been working out to really need the food, but he's so much bigger than I am and he needs the food. I go to the DFAC once a day. Once at lunch to get my wrap (Turkey, cheese, and lettuce always), a "to go" bowl of cereal, and my fruit for snack around 3 or 4PM, then I eat the bowl of cereal for dinner. Sometimes I will go back for dinner if I'm craving a cheeseburger... But that is about every 4 days for so. But that's what I usually eat. I might snack on a handful of candy during the day since we have Halloween candy in the room, but if I eat more than a small handful, I feel sick to my stomach. But that's a good thing. My stomach as shrunk again and I'm trying my hardest to lose the weight. For Shawn and for my selfesteem. I feel better about myself right now. I like that my pants are getting bigger and such.
I need to weigh myself at the gym, but I avoid that place. You get too many werid looks being a female in there with everyone else. It's not the military that gives you looks, it's the nationals. They're just not use to it. I dont blame 'em... but I still like to avoid it.
My goals for this deployment is to be at most a size 8. I am usually a size 10, but I was getting very comfortable with Shawn, in our new house, and with my back hurting like it was, I wasnt working out again because I was on a "dead man's" profile, I was gaining weight, fast. And I could feel it. I was wearing my 14 jeans before deployment. I want to be a 6 or 8 when we get back and 130ish pounds. I was 121 before the Army, I would love to be that, but I even 128 would be nice too again... That is more reasonable because I have the muscle weight now, where before the Army, I couldnt run worth shit and only do a few "correct" pushups.
I just needed to write down my goals so I can see them. I'm wrote down my financial goals on a piece of paper that I will tape to my wall locker to remind myself to save the money here. I get too excited when I wanna spoil Shawn and I end of spending a lot of money on him. I need to save for retirement, save for when we get back so I can get a car or furniture, and I need to save money for Ireland.
Well, I'm sit laying in bed, all nested in with my body pillows and my bladder is screaming at me. I'm gonna get up and maybe do some ab workout in my room. I need to do something while we're here in Iraq.
I'll try to post again soon!
<3 always!
Later
Wow. So I just got back from brushing my teeth and obeying my bladder and it was nice outside. The air is all crisp and cool and the sun was welcoming and warm. I doubt that will still be around at 1130 when I go to work. I guess that's what I miss, sleeping in and staying in my room all morning.
I do wish I could see Lewis right now. I love the fall and I'm missing it at home. Next fall and winter will be awesome. I cant wait for the snow and to just cuddle with Shawn. Maybe we'll have a fireplace in our house! That would be awesome! =D
On the way back from the bathroom, I was just walking, enjoying the weather, not paying attention... shame on me... I rolled my ankle on a big rock. We have gravel roads.. but they're not just small pebbles. They're large rocks. I stepped on one and rolled off the side of it, taking my injuried, yet healing, ankle with it. It hurt like a son of a bitch. I rolled my ankle on October 13th, the first day we got here and when I say rolled, I mean probably nearly broke it. I was carrying my 50 pound or heavier ruck sack (which is a big No-no with my back) and I tripped on something as I was walking away from the blackhawk. I had my ear protection in and I heard something tear through my body. I just fell ontop of the rucksack, unable to walk. SPC Allen was nice enough to come behind me and help me carry it the rest of the way. By the end of the day when I took my boot off, it was all swollen to the size of a grape fruit. I have extremely boney wrist and ankles and there was no sign of my ankle bone there.
The next day it was all covered in black bruises. I even had a bruise on the other side of my foot. It hurt so bad to walk on it... I was limping around for a week or two. It's been nearly a month now, its still slightly swollen, but shit, if I even rotate it inward just a fraction, it screams in pain. So when I rolled it this morning, I nearly cried. Holy shit did that hurt. I might have to really go get it checked out. Steve said it will take several weeks to heal just a normal rolled ankle and since I dont wrap it and I was carrying so much weight at the time, it will take longer that normal.
Hooray... ::sarcastic::
Okay. It's now 1000. My alarm just went off. That's what I reset my alarm for this morning. Thank God I woke up at 0830 to catch Shawn before he went to work! =D
Later later
Woo!! It's 1030 and Shawn's on chat on facebook from the office!! Best!Day!Ever!!
((Ugh! Stupid SpongeBob song!! It's now stuck in my head!!))
I need to weigh myself at the gym, but I avoid that place. You get too many werid looks being a female in there with everyone else. It's not the military that gives you looks, it's the nationals. They're just not use to it. I dont blame 'em... but I still like to avoid it.
My goals for this deployment is to be at most a size 8. I am usually a size 10, but I was getting very comfortable with Shawn, in our new house, and with my back hurting like it was, I wasnt working out again because I was on a "dead man's" profile, I was gaining weight, fast. And I could feel it. I was wearing my 14 jeans before deployment. I want to be a 6 or 8 when we get back and 130ish pounds. I was 121 before the Army, I would love to be that, but I even 128 would be nice too again... That is more reasonable because I have the muscle weight now, where before the Army, I couldnt run worth shit and only do a few "correct" pushups.
I just needed to write down my goals so I can see them. I'm wrote down my financial goals on a piece of paper that I will tape to my wall locker to remind myself to save the money here. I get too excited when I wanna spoil Shawn and I end of spending a lot of money on him. I need to save for retirement, save for when we get back so I can get a car or furniture, and I need to save money for Ireland.
Well, I'm sit laying in bed, all nested in with my body pillows and my bladder is screaming at me. I'm gonna get up and maybe do some ab workout in my room. I need to do something while we're here in Iraq.
I'll try to post again soon!
<3 always!
Later
Wow. So I just got back from brushing my teeth and obeying my bladder and it was nice outside. The air is all crisp and cool and the sun was welcoming and warm. I doubt that will still be around at 1130 when I go to work. I guess that's what I miss, sleeping in and staying in my room all morning.
I do wish I could see Lewis right now. I love the fall and I'm missing it at home. Next fall and winter will be awesome. I cant wait for the snow and to just cuddle with Shawn. Maybe we'll have a fireplace in our house! That would be awesome! =D
On the way back from the bathroom, I was just walking, enjoying the weather, not paying attention... shame on me... I rolled my ankle on a big rock. We have gravel roads.. but they're not just small pebbles. They're large rocks. I stepped on one and rolled off the side of it, taking my injuried, yet healing, ankle with it. It hurt like a son of a bitch. I rolled my ankle on October 13th, the first day we got here and when I say rolled, I mean probably nearly broke it. I was carrying my 50 pound or heavier ruck sack (which is a big No-no with my back) and I tripped on something as I was walking away from the blackhawk. I had my ear protection in and I heard something tear through my body. I just fell ontop of the rucksack, unable to walk. SPC Allen was nice enough to come behind me and help me carry it the rest of the way. By the end of the day when I took my boot off, it was all swollen to the size of a grape fruit. I have extremely boney wrist and ankles and there was no sign of my ankle bone there.
The next day it was all covered in black bruises. I even had a bruise on the other side of my foot. It hurt so bad to walk on it... I was limping around for a week or two. It's been nearly a month now, its still slightly swollen, but shit, if I even rotate it inward just a fraction, it screams in pain. So when I rolled it this morning, I nearly cried. Holy shit did that hurt. I might have to really go get it checked out. Steve said it will take several weeks to heal just a normal rolled ankle and since I dont wrap it and I was carrying so much weight at the time, it will take longer that normal.
Hooray... ::sarcastic::
Okay. It's now 1000. My alarm just went off. That's what I reset my alarm for this morning. Thank God I woke up at 0830 to catch Shawn before he went to work! =D
Later later
Woo!! It's 1030 and Shawn's on chat on facebook from the office!! Best!Day!Ever!!
((Ugh! Stupid SpongeBob song!! It's now stuck in my head!!))