I love me some insomnia! Grrr.

The kids and I are running an 8K on Saturday. Will and I will be fine, but Ellie has only ever run a 5K, so this will be big for her. Our weather has been crazy up and down lately so hopefully it will be cool for our run. That makes it so much more bearable (sp?).

I hurt my right foot when I ran my 10 miler - first ever. Did I mention this run? I don't know. I felt pretty darn good all things considered. My foot is better. I ran a 5 mile on Sunday, so hopefully my plan for a 5 mile tomorrow will be good too.

My 10 lbs by the end of 2017 goal is tough so far. But, I'm logging, and I do think that will have results after awhile. It just seems to take me a long time. The curse of age and being short.

All you shorties out there, here is an interesting link. I've ALWAYS felt like this is a handicap to weight management. Oh, I can't find it. Basically, it says that a taller person can have a cheat day, a short person can only have a cheat meal to stay relatively on track. Grr, I can't find it. I may be complaining, but I do not think that short people are any less hungry than tall people, but yet we have the lower BMR so we have to "endure" more than taller people. I don't know - maybe I'm being unfair, but it feels unfair. So, here's me whining (sp?). Add age to that equation, and we are F&^%$;ed. Hence my desire to lose 10lbs by the end of this year. I feel like it will only get harder the closer I get to menopause. Which is so scary and bizarre to write. I know I am experience crazy hormone fluctuations. Its a crazy feeling, knowing my body is contemplating going through something that I know with my head is natural but that my emotional self feels so not old enough for. My sister is pregnant. I keep having dreams of someone letting me get pregnant. I know my body is very much focused on this is my last chance to have a baby. And I can't - S has had a vasectomy. It feels biological - the drive to have a baby. I am mostly resigned that I can't. But not completely.

Peeps - I got promotion! I am the "Vice President of Compliance, Privacy, and Corporate Governance; Chief Compliance and Privacy Officer." Isn't that a mouthful!? It doesn't even all fit on my business cards. I feel so very happy about it. I feel like I'm in the role that I should be. My day to day hasn't really changed, but I think that is because this should have been my title all along. I feel more assured/self confident now. Titles, we are often told, shouldn't matter. But they do to me. And, I bet you a million, they do to many women who have worked for them for many years. So, yay me! Part of me feels almost guilty that I'm grateful for my job/company. So many people don't have that blessing. I get to work from home 1x a week, and I feel good about my company's culture and ethics and business plan. I have regular interactions with my CEO and the board of directors, and I have to have difficult conversations and investigations that are hard, but I have amazing HR partners who take much of the negative "flack" off my shoulders. I feel lucky. I know hard work had its role in this, but that's hard for me to internalize.