It's Not a Sprint

One Step Forward:

Last week, I ate more wonderful food than should be legal within the span of 7 days.

There was the chile relleno on a loaded plate bigger than my head at Sadie’s in Albuquerque.

Then there was pollo adovada (and a margarita) at El Pinto in Albuquerque. (My assistant had the carne adovada and it was AMAZING.)

I ate every last bite of the incredible stuffed Portobello mushroom I had for lunch (with a perfect glass of pinot grigio) at Season’s in Albuquerque.

For Valentine’s Day, Catch and I celebrated at home with our favorite cheese fondue recipe and cupcakes from our favorite local cupcake place, Yummy Cupcakes.

We spent Saturday & Sunday at my in-laws place in the San Diego area, and on Saturday night, I enjoyed the carnitas at a little place called Añejo.

All of that is a long way of saying, “Weight Watchers, what?” You can imagine how terrified I was to step on the scale for our regular weigh-in yesterday.

BUT, courtesy of my newfound love of running (still can’t get used to that) I managed to maintain. Actually, I lost one tenth of a pound—a whopping 1.6 ounces. Fist pump!

In between plates, airports, time zones, obligatory romance, and traffic, I managed to jog 12 miles last week. That may not seem like a lot if you’re a “real” runner, but for me it’s HUGE.

Mind you, I’m SLOW. Yesterday, I challenged myself to jog a 5k on the treadmill and I managed to do the whole thing (with no walking) in 44 minutes. That’s a pace of 14:11 per mile. SLOW. But I’m doing it, and I am ridiculously, insanely proud of myself.

One Step Back:

I was floating on a cloud of weight loss and exercise, feeling pretty invincible. My past few cycles have been NORMAL. Normal for me, anyway. I’ve been ovulating. Cycles have been about 31 days. It’s all been pretty textbook.

Granted, I did two rounds of clomid in Ocober/November, so in the back of my mind I knew that my cycle success could just be the clomid working its way through my system. I chose to credit weight loss instead.

Unfortunately, today is CD 35. I’ve had EWCM since Friday. There was a bit of random spotting on Saturday that got my hopes up, but only EWCM since then. It’s totally bizarre because I never have EWCM before my period. Looks like Clomid wins this bet.

All along, I’ve been planning for our insemination cycle to start around March 20^th. That’s what it would have been if my cycles had stayed on track. Now I have no idea where we’re going to end up. I could start my period tomorrow, or I could start in two weeks.

I’m trying not to make this speed bump into an obstacle. Considering the journey we’ve been on, it’s par for the course. No matter how much control I attempt to take over my body, I am ultimately at the mercy of my biology. There are plenty more things I could be doing—accupuncture, gluten-free, etc.—but I’m trying to take one step at a time. One slow step. Eventually, we’ll win the marathon.