Exciting News from the House of Pain

Hey Guys,

I got a really cool message last night and am super pumped about a cool new opportunity. I am going to be one of the writers for the the DC Metro Moms, part of the Silicon Valley Mom's Group. I am excited and will be (annoying them over there, just like I do to you EVERY day over here) a valued contributor to that group.

I think.

Now for what happened two nights ago in the Hiz-ouse of Pain.

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Ow. Ow. Ow. OW!

On Monday night I lay in bed, in excruciating pain. I had a tummy ache to end all tummy aches. I didn't know what was happening. Is this the end? I thought. John is on a business trip. Should I wake my neighbors?

Who will take care of Nico and Shaila if I don't make it? Will they even remember me?

These were the thoughts going through my head. What could have caused this pain? I tried to go back through the possible causes.

P90X?

That's what it HAD to be. A friend had been raving about how effective it had been for her and let me borrow the 12 DVD extreme workout collection and I had done my second hour long DVD last night. I had felt pretty good while I was doing it, but when you haven't worked out in like, 8 months, baby steps are probably a better idea than going in whole hog.

Oink, oink.

But I felt ok when I was doing it. I mean, I had some trouble breathing and took a few more water breaks than necessary but really, I could already tell my butt was getting smaller. That's part of what made the water breaks longer. I had to keep running to the mirror to see the fast results.

So the technicalities of oxygen intake were really just that.

Could it be stress related? Work?

THAT must be it, I thought. I knew that I was meant to be a lady of leisure. (Please pronounce that as "lea-sure". And hold your pinky up at the same time. It makes you look fancy, I have found).

That's that! I said. I am going to tell John that I will need to quit my job tomorrow. I can't let it impact my health in this way. People with sensitive tummies need to take special care with the type of stress inducing activity they take on.

I was pretty positive that was it. I was already planning what I would do with with all the time I would have when I was being all "leisure-ly."

It couldn't have been my dinner. Nah. I quickly dismissed that! I had gone to the store and gotten that free range organic chicken that I had prepared for Shaila along with lime infused brown rice and my garlic sauteed spinach.

And then it came back to me. Like a big GOB-suh-mack in the face.

That whole organic chicken thing that had sounded like a great idea, except that I was running late coming home from the stress inducing job and so I had to kind of improvise and take just a few shortcuts with dinner last night? Well, I forgot that instead of being the awesome gourmand that I (pretend to be) am, I made a quick pitstop at the gourmet Mexican restaurant on the way home from work.

Chez Taco Bell did not let me down.

I wasn't sure what Shaila would like so I invested a whole ten dollars in the following:

1) 1 Mexican pizza
2) 1 Border Nacho
3) 1 Bean and Cheese Burrito
4) 3 Beef tacos

At dinner, I wasn't sure how much Shaila ate. Or how much I ate. Of the organic free range chicken. I mean, Mexican pizza.

But after I checked more stress causing messages on my Blackberry whilst scarfing down whatever it WAS that I did eat, I decided it was time for P90X.

As the next wave of pain hit, I knew.

That I would not be a lady of lea-sure. (pinky up! Up).

Darn you, Mexican Pizza and P90X.

Lethal combination. The first part should have been enough. Mexican + pizza just does not sound like they are in synch. Mexican + pizza + P90X + petite Indian girl + (yes - another plus) my crackberry and you have . . .

ba dum pum.

Kiran's Worst Tummy Ache. Ever.

P.S. John. PLEASE, just get home. Because dinner tonight was frozen mini samosas and frozen brown rice. (so everyone feels better, they weren't frozen when we actually ate them. But they were 3 minutes before we did).

Ow.

XOXO,
Kiran