I've had so much fun the last few weeks looking over my pregnancy blog with Kai that I've decided to do it all over again.
I found out I was pregnant on the 7th of September. We had been "trying" for a whole month. I'll never take for granted how easy that was since I know so many struggling. Of course, Chad thinks its his "man sperm."
This time around I'm much different. I guess I'm excited, but not nearly as much as I was with Kai. By excited, I don't mean being pregnant in general, I mean about the little things. Boobs, tired, etc....I notice them. I express them to Chad, but because of precious Kai I just don't have the time to dwell on them. Last time it was all so new.
Pregnancy #2 will be a completely different situation than it was with Kai...not for the obvious reasons. For one, I will hopefully not gain 60+ lbs. I'd like to keep my weight at around 35-40. I realize that is still on the high side for most people, but for me it sounds great. I'm also starting the pregnancy out at a much better fitness level (but funny enough, the exact same weight 135!).
Also, this time around, I'll be going natural! I'm hoping to have a VBAC using a midwife a birthing center. This is an entirely new concept to so many people (and even still to me) so I'll be focusing a lot on the why's and how's throughout.
And of course, the obvious, pregnancy while preparing child #1 for baby! YIKES!
Monday, September 22, 2008
Monday, June 23, 2008
Almost a year....really?
Well, its been almost a year since I have posted anything. Ooops.
I have to say its been a very very busy year. I'll recap someday when I feel up to it. Most of the reason I didn't blog was because either my DH was out of town or we all were. And, I don't know what kind of freaks are out there.
Chad spent the end of the year in Rochester, NY. By the time he got home, we were working hard with Kai in speech therapy, I was in school to teach and the holiday were right around the corner. We spent the beginning of the year living in Florida. I really wish I would have blogged during that time because it was all so interesting.
When we got home in February, I started subbing which severely (rightfully so) cut into my blogging/internet time. It also cut into my energy.
Now, I'm home....possibly for good. I haven't decided what to do. I finally have the option. So, we'll see....
One of the most important things to change over the last year is Kai's speech....which I think I'll put in another post so I can have it all together...alone....okay.
I have to say its been a very very busy year. I'll recap someday when I feel up to it. Most of the reason I didn't blog was because either my DH was out of town or we all were. And, I don't know what kind of freaks are out there.
Chad spent the end of the year in Rochester, NY. By the time he got home, we were working hard with Kai in speech therapy, I was in school to teach and the holiday were right around the corner. We spent the beginning of the year living in Florida. I really wish I would have blogged during that time because it was all so interesting.
When we got home in February, I started subbing which severely (rightfully so) cut into my blogging/internet time. It also cut into my energy.
Now, I'm home....possibly for good. I haven't decided what to do. I finally have the option. So, we'll see....
One of the most important things to change over the last year is Kai's speech....which I think I'll put in another post so I can have it all together...alone....okay.
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
A series of bad hair days...
No, not me. In honor of my childs upcoming 2nd birthday, i revisited all of his first year pics. The poor child had the WORST hair. He was born with TONS of hair. Everyone kept telling me that it would fall out, but it never did. Well, the back did. He had the reverse of male pattern baldness. Poor kid. Enjoy the laugh.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Longest week ever.
This week started out with the flight below on Monday.
On Tuesday, as I'm getting dressed I hear a dripping noise. Interesting, I think I must have left a faucet leaking the entire time I was gone. I look around and sure enough the tub is wet, but the faucets are dry. You know what that means? Yup, big ol leak in the ceiling! Turns out the AC was leaking. Great. So that took a whole day. Now I have to get the darn thing fixed.
Wednesday, Kai had a massive meltdown in Albertsons over some cars. He whined all through the store. I only went in for three items before church. As I'm checking out he tries to stand up in the cart. I quickly grab him and put him in the big part of the cart. When I turn back around he's still wiggin' out and has a leg over the side. I'm thinking, "what the heck??" So I go to hold him and he's squirming to get loose. So, out of curiosity, I let him down to see what he's wanting. He RUNS to the center of the self checkout lanes where there is a display of cars. Not the cars in packages but little metal cars ($4.99/each). He grabs two and sits on the floor and starts playing. I finish my quick checkout and try to explain that we can't take them. So I was surprised when he put one up. But, he had a death grip on the school bus. Of course, you know how the story ends, I ended up having to rip it from his hands and running out of the store with a screaming toddler. I will forever have sympathy for other moms.
Thursday was pretty decent. I can't think of any major fits. I did get to go see my old boss who I miss dearly.
Friday...diarrhea starts. Nasty rank diarrhea. Nuf said.
Saturday, nasty diarrhea continues. I run by Tom Thumb on my way home from mom and dad's to get flavored water since I'm not giving Kai milk or juice as both seem to be going right through him. I get home and reach in for some ice and feel water. What??? Sure enough, EVERYTHING is melted....frozen veggies are mushy, frozen dinners are runny, and ice cream, well you know. THe day before i ran back in the house to grab some fish to take to mom and dad's, i guess i didn't properly shut the freezer. We have a door alarm, but it doesn't do you any good if you aren't home to hear it. I think the worst part was I couldn't blame anyone. I was all my fault. So I had to throw EVERYTHING out. I went to WalMart later to restock it. It only took $40. Luckily all of my frozen meats are in the outside freezer.
Today is Sunday. We are still exploding, so no church for us. I'm so stir crazy its silly. But really, where can I go?? What if we explode??
On Tuesday, as I'm getting dressed I hear a dripping noise. Interesting, I think I must have left a faucet leaking the entire time I was gone. I look around and sure enough the tub is wet, but the faucets are dry. You know what that means? Yup, big ol leak in the ceiling! Turns out the AC was leaking. Great. So that took a whole day. Now I have to get the darn thing fixed.
Wednesday, Kai had a massive meltdown in Albertsons over some cars. He whined all through the store. I only went in for three items before church. As I'm checking out he tries to stand up in the cart. I quickly grab him and put him in the big part of the cart. When I turn back around he's still wiggin' out and has a leg over the side. I'm thinking, "what the heck??" So I go to hold him and he's squirming to get loose. So, out of curiosity, I let him down to see what he's wanting. He RUNS to the center of the self checkout lanes where there is a display of cars. Not the cars in packages but little metal cars ($4.99/each). He grabs two and sits on the floor and starts playing. I finish my quick checkout and try to explain that we can't take them. So I was surprised when he put one up. But, he had a death grip on the school bus. Of course, you know how the story ends, I ended up having to rip it from his hands and running out of the store with a screaming toddler. I will forever have sympathy for other moms.
Thursday was pretty decent. I can't think of any major fits. I did get to go see my old boss who I miss dearly.
Friday...diarrhea starts. Nasty rank diarrhea. Nuf said.
Saturday, nasty diarrhea continues. I run by Tom Thumb on my way home from mom and dad's to get flavored water since I'm not giving Kai milk or juice as both seem to be going right through him. I get home and reach in for some ice and feel water. What??? Sure enough, EVERYTHING is melted....frozen veggies are mushy, frozen dinners are runny, and ice cream, well you know. THe day before i ran back in the house to grab some fish to take to mom and dad's, i guess i didn't properly shut the freezer. We have a door alarm, but it doesn't do you any good if you aren't home to hear it. I think the worst part was I couldn't blame anyone. I was all my fault. So I had to throw EVERYTHING out. I went to WalMart later to restock it. It only took $40. Luckily all of my frozen meats are in the outside freezer.
Today is Sunday. We are still exploding, so no church for us. I'm so stir crazy its silly. But really, where can I go?? What if we explode??
Longest. Flight. Ever.
Here is a brief recap of my flight last Monday. All I can say is Wow.
4am EST (yea, thats 3am here people!) Amanda wakes to finish packing, decides maybe to make the flight easier, this time she'll check the carseat and talk up kai being a big boy and sitting in his seat (BIG MISTAKE)
445am EST Kai is waken up to dress
515am EST arrive at airport with a security line extending WAY beyond the entry doors
545am EST after rude NYers tell me to hurry through the line taking off two pairs of shoes, removing a computer all the while holding a toddler....grrrrrrr..i make it through. kai is grumpy about being up so early. i make it through the mc donalds line with a toddler on the hip, backpack on my back and big ol purse on my shoulder. i'm holding the coke that came with breakfast and shoving burritos under the blanket in my purse....i look like a grouchy bag lady.
615am EST board air craft. toddler is terribly excited and grouchy and chooses to stand on the seat and play with the blinds and refuses to be seated. i finally get him to sit down when...
710am EST "ladies and gentlemen, sorry for the delay, but there is a mechanical error going on. we've tried all that dallas is telling us to do. we need everyone to deboard the plane so we can turn it off and try a few more things." are they kidding me.
7-830am EST (this is when kai would typically be waking up) there is much laying around and whining on the toddlers part in the lounge. we watch other planes take off and people rush to change their flight. i sat silently and prayed for god to give the men wisdom and me sanity
8:30am EST reboard the plane...toddler still not willing to be seated....oh, and boy does it get better...
9:00am EST plane begins to taxi, kind flight attendant who has been so helpful tells me, kindly, that if i can't get him to stay strapped in (as i had tried several times) that i would need to hold and restrain my child during take off....oh my. you have no idea how my two year old hates to my restrained. there was screaming, snot, flailing, falling, pushing and hitting. i spanked and pinched, but nothing would get the attention of the sudden beast i had in my arms. people are staring and rolling there eyes. i can't even get him to sit stilll....HORRIBLE! the worst 15 minutes of my life. seriously, it was UGLY! (i only thought i had it bad on the first trip)
approx 920 EST the plane is still ascending and my child is still flailing and screaming. i rip of my seat belt and start walking the aisle. i seeing the FA coming closer (i'm sure she's upset as we are still at an angle!) as there is no rear galley on this plane. thankfully, instead of reprimanding me she asks what she can do to help and tells me not to worry and that people understand and if they don't who cares. she walks off and i shed a few tears that hopefully no one saw...i was trying to be strong.
9:30 EST kai drifts asleep. i return to my seat trying hard not to move. people seem to be pleased that the mess that is my angel is finally asleep. i start to knit. i run out of yarn and find out i left my next skein on the bed in the hotel. this makes me sad as i opted not to bring my book as i assumed i'd knit the whole way given time. i'm still to worked up to sleep.
1045 EST the beast awakens. luckily he's still drowsy and decides to sit and watch elmo.
1115 EST we are told to put away electronic devices. i think in my head maybe i could plead with the captain for the sanity of the plane, but decide to obey. toddler jumps up and starts to play with the shades again.
1130 EST told again to hold my child during the approach. this does not go over well and we have a mess on our hands again. once on the ground the kind older lady that hand to sit in front of the beast turns around and says, "he was so good." i'm thinking to myself, she must know i need encouragement.
1045 CST we park at the gate and somehow kai falls off the seat nails his head on the tray table and is now under the kind older ladys seat crying. icing on the cake, mother of the year.
1100 CST i meet my loving father in that airport....so happy to see someone who KNOWS me and knows i have a decent child.
i swear. i can laugh now, but it was so horrible.
4am EST (yea, thats 3am here people!) Amanda wakes to finish packing, decides maybe to make the flight easier, this time she'll check the carseat and talk up kai being a big boy and sitting in his seat (BIG MISTAKE)
445am EST Kai is waken up to dress
515am EST arrive at airport with a security line extending WAY beyond the entry doors
545am EST after rude NYers tell me to hurry through the line taking off two pairs of shoes, removing a computer all the while holding a toddler....grrrrrrr..i make it through. kai is grumpy about being up so early. i make it through the mc donalds line with a toddler on the hip, backpack on my back and big ol purse on my shoulder. i'm holding the coke that came with breakfast and shoving burritos under the blanket in my purse....i look like a grouchy bag lady.
615am EST board air craft. toddler is terribly excited and grouchy and chooses to stand on the seat and play with the blinds and refuses to be seated. i finally get him to sit down when...
710am EST "ladies and gentlemen, sorry for the delay, but there is a mechanical error going on. we've tried all that dallas is telling us to do. we need everyone to deboard the plane so we can turn it off and try a few more things." are they kidding me.
7-830am EST (this is when kai would typically be waking up) there is much laying around and whining on the toddlers part in the lounge. we watch other planes take off and people rush to change their flight. i sat silently and prayed for god to give the men wisdom and me sanity
8:30am EST reboard the plane...toddler still not willing to be seated....oh, and boy does it get better...
9:00am EST plane begins to taxi, kind flight attendant who has been so helpful tells me, kindly, that if i can't get him to stay strapped in (as i had tried several times) that i would need to hold and restrain my child during take off....oh my. you have no idea how my two year old hates to my restrained. there was screaming, snot, flailing, falling, pushing and hitting. i spanked and pinched, but nothing would get the attention of the sudden beast i had in my arms. people are staring and rolling there eyes. i can't even get him to sit stilll....HORRIBLE! the worst 15 minutes of my life. seriously, it was UGLY! (i only thought i had it bad on the first trip)
approx 920 EST the plane is still ascending and my child is still flailing and screaming. i rip of my seat belt and start walking the aisle. i seeing the FA coming closer (i'm sure she's upset as we are still at an angle!) as there is no rear galley on this plane. thankfully, instead of reprimanding me she asks what she can do to help and tells me not to worry and that people understand and if they don't who cares. she walks off and i shed a few tears that hopefully no one saw...i was trying to be strong.
9:30 EST kai drifts asleep. i return to my seat trying hard not to move. people seem to be pleased that the mess that is my angel is finally asleep. i start to knit. i run out of yarn and find out i left my next skein on the bed in the hotel. this makes me sad as i opted not to bring my book as i assumed i'd knit the whole way given time. i'm still to worked up to sleep.
1045 EST the beast awakens. luckily he's still drowsy and decides to sit and watch elmo.
1115 EST we are told to put away electronic devices. i think in my head maybe i could plead with the captain for the sanity of the plane, but decide to obey. toddler jumps up and starts to play with the shades again.
1130 EST told again to hold my child during the approach. this does not go over well and we have a mess on our hands again. once on the ground the kind older lady that hand to sit in front of the beast turns around and says, "he was so good." i'm thinking to myself, she must know i need encouragement.
1045 CST we park at the gate and somehow kai falls off the seat nails his head on the tray table and is now under the kind older ladys seat crying. icing on the cake, mother of the year.
1100 CST i meet my loving father in that airport....so happy to see someone who KNOWS me and knows i have a decent child.
i swear. i can laugh now, but it was so horrible.
Monday, August 13, 2007
Friday, July 20, 2007
The refigerator hates me!
So, the other day, Chad and I come home from the grocery store and start going through our usual routine of cutting up all of the produce to be stored and easily accessible for the rest of the week.
He hand me the container of pineapple and I god to put it in the fridge. When I open the door, one of the door shelves flies out and lands on the floor. All of our jams and things break and scatter around the floor. We have a brief we-aren't-going-to-get-upset-over-this laugh and I start cleaning. I even had to vacuum because of all of the glass.
Once everything is cleaned up I go to open the fridge, again, to put the pineapple up. Low and behold, ANOTHER side shelf flies out at me. What the heck??? At this point, I'm kinda mad because twice now i've had to clean the floor up (and I just put all the cleaning stuff back up) and we've lost even more food. At the same time, its pretty funny.
Our refrigerator came with the house. The sticker on the inside says 1992. Its an almond side by side. The water and ice maker don't work. When we moved in, someone had left something in it when the power had been shut off - yeah, that was gross. I swore I wouldn't use it. I remember the day that my mother-in-law came over with gloves and ammonia and taught me how to complete clean that horrible thing.
It served us well for the past three years. Several times, Chad and I ventured out and looked at different fridges, but really, we needed other things before we needed to replace a working appliance.
But Sunday, after the second drawer feel out, my loving husband looked and me and said, "tomorrow I want you to go buy a new fridge." I agreed, the time had come.
So, Monday morning, I was at Sears when the doors opened. I walked right in, opened every fridge there and finally came upon "the one." After selecting "the one" it wasn't able to be delivered until the end of July. That wasn't going to work. So they worked a deal and somehow I got a fridge that was $500 more expensive than the one I had chosen, for the price of my original selection. NICE!!
For some reason, I can't get the picture to work, but i got a Black Kenmore Elite Trio. Bottom freezer, french doors, 25 cu ft. Funny enough, the old fridge was 25 cu ft, but this one hold so much more. It was jam packed in the old one, now you open the new one and it looks like we never buy groceries. I even have a whole watermelon in there right now! :)
He hand me the container of pineapple and I god to put it in the fridge. When I open the door, one of the door shelves flies out and lands on the floor. All of our jams and things break and scatter around the floor. We have a brief we-aren't-going-to-get-upset-over-this laugh and I start cleaning. I even had to vacuum because of all of the glass.
Once everything is cleaned up I go to open the fridge, again, to put the pineapple up. Low and behold, ANOTHER side shelf flies out at me. What the heck??? At this point, I'm kinda mad because twice now i've had to clean the floor up (and I just put all the cleaning stuff back up) and we've lost even more food. At the same time, its pretty funny.
Our refrigerator came with the house. The sticker on the inside says 1992. Its an almond side by side. The water and ice maker don't work. When we moved in, someone had left something in it when the power had been shut off - yeah, that was gross. I swore I wouldn't use it. I remember the day that my mother-in-law came over with gloves and ammonia and taught me how to complete clean that horrible thing.
It served us well for the past three years. Several times, Chad and I ventured out and looked at different fridges, but really, we needed other things before we needed to replace a working appliance.
But Sunday, after the second drawer feel out, my loving husband looked and me and said, "tomorrow I want you to go buy a new fridge." I agreed, the time had come.
So, Monday morning, I was at Sears when the doors opened. I walked right in, opened every fridge there and finally came upon "the one." After selecting "the one" it wasn't able to be delivered until the end of July. That wasn't going to work. So they worked a deal and somehow I got a fridge that was $500 more expensive than the one I had chosen, for the price of my original selection. NICE!!
For some reason, I can't get the picture to work, but i got a Black Kenmore Elite Trio. Bottom freezer, french doors, 25 cu ft. Funny enough, the old fridge was 25 cu ft, but this one hold so much more. It was jam packed in the old one, now you open the new one and it looks like we never buy groceries. I even have a whole watermelon in there right now! :)
Kai's Birthday Present - Check!
i just bought a Thomas the Train table for $50!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I've been ebaying, craigslisting, etc for WEEKS and the lowest i saw was $100-something for the "official" table.
I go to drop kai off, and two doors down they are having a sale. As i'm passing i notice the table. I pulled into my babysitters, threw kai at her and ran down there. the whole time i'm thinking "i'll give them $100." I yell (as if someone was going to steal it out from under me) "how much for the table?" $50!!!!!!!
I'm so stinking happy!!!!!!
http://tinyurl.com/22nuyx table
http://tinyurl.com/27qmje play board
I've been ebaying, craigslisting, etc for WEEKS and the lowest i saw was $100-something for the "official" table.
I go to drop kai off, and two doors down they are having a sale. As i'm passing i notice the table. I pulled into my babysitters, threw kai at her and ran down there. the whole time i'm thinking "i'll give them $100." I yell (as if someone was going to steal it out from under me) "how much for the table?" $50!!!!!!!
I'm so stinking happy!!!!!!
http://tinyurl.com/22nuyx table
http://tinyurl.com/27qmje play board
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Sunday, July 08, 2007
Week 4 of Get With It
Hahaha. So, on to week 4 of Get With It 2007. Get With It is the running training program I'm doing in Colleyville with Luke's Locker. I'm having an excellent time. I'm starting to realize why people seldom lift weights while training for runs...there simply is not enough time to do both...or energy.
I'm laughing thinking back on Liz's post a few months ago when she got started running. She said it best, at first its to the mail box, then it to the next block, etc. When she started I laughed thinking that I could never even run to the end of my street.
When I heard about Luke's I said no over and over thinking there would be no way. First off, I'm in horrible "cardio" shape. I'm really good at lifting, but I'm talking can only manage about 5 minutes on the elliptical - TOPS. Also, every time I'd tried running in the past, I'd get injured. I remember in college my friend Laura and I tried to start running, I got so injured that I couldn't even leap. (I know that sounds funny, but you know how you have to "leap" in essence in a stride?? - Basically my knees!) I also had a history of bad shin splints. Well, its week four and I'm still going...and without injury.
When I signed up, I told them all about my previous issues and they told me my shoes were my problem. Sure enough I was suckered into buying shoe's that their store sells, but you know what, I think it has made all of the difference in the world!
Also, I like their training program, they start off pretty slow. I was shocked that even after missing a week of training I was still able to keep up with everyone this weekend. Actually, huge milestone - I ran my very first mile! We walked 6.5m, jogged 17m, walked 6.5. I honestly cannot believe how easy it came to me. Of course, I'm also realizing the difference in jogging and running. I'm a good jogger! :)
So-the goal is 13.1 miles...which seems like such a far fetched goal when I just ran my first. I logged on to Map My Run to see just how far that was. I thought my parents house would be 13 miles, um, nope 6.5...WTH?? So in theory, by December, I should be able to run to my parents house and back on the back roads....CRAZY!
I'm laughing thinking back on Liz's post a few months ago when she got started running. She said it best, at first its to the mail box, then it to the next block, etc. When she started I laughed thinking that I could never even run to the end of my street.
When I heard about Luke's I said no over and over thinking there would be no way. First off, I'm in horrible "cardio" shape. I'm really good at lifting, but I'm talking can only manage about 5 minutes on the elliptical - TOPS. Also, every time I'd tried running in the past, I'd get injured. I remember in college my friend Laura and I tried to start running, I got so injured that I couldn't even leap. (I know that sounds funny, but you know how you have to "leap" in essence in a stride?? - Basically my knees!) I also had a history of bad shin splints. Well, its week four and I'm still going...and without injury.
When I signed up, I told them all about my previous issues and they told me my shoes were my problem. Sure enough I was suckered into buying shoe's that their store sells, but you know what, I think it has made all of the difference in the world!
Also, I like their training program, they start off pretty slow. I was shocked that even after missing a week of training I was still able to keep up with everyone this weekend. Actually, huge milestone - I ran my very first mile! We walked 6.5m, jogged 17m, walked 6.5. I honestly cannot believe how easy it came to me. Of course, I'm also realizing the difference in jogging and running. I'm a good jogger! :)
So-the goal is 13.1 miles...which seems like such a far fetched goal when I just ran my first. I logged on to Map My Run to see just how far that was. I thought my parents house would be 13 miles, um, nope 6.5...WTH?? So in theory, by December, I should be able to run to my parents house and back on the back roads....CRAZY!
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
My weight story...
I feel really silly posting this, but its on my mind.
I always have rolled my eyes at commercials on TV for WW, Curves, etc. I mean, come on, how hard is it to lose weight?? I was a size four and taking enough OTC drugs to keep my appetite low and metabolism high. I had never stepped foot in a gym before and had over indulged in a diet of beer, bar food and fast food. What did I know.
Four years ago I stopped taking all of those wonderful over the counter drugs and it didn't take long for my body to realize all the help I had been receiving. Almost immediately I gained 10 pounds. 120 to about 130. This was right when I met Chad. He got me into a gym and started teaching me the basics of weight lifting, but we didn't change our diet.
Once we got engaged we were on a mission to look good, heck, who isn't. Our wedding was to take place on the beach, so we felt extra pressure. We ate nothing but oatmeal, egg whites, chicken, salad and brown rice for 3 months...and it paid off. I got married looking fabulous and weighing 128.
But then married life set in. I started a new job further away from home, so hitting the gym was harder, which led to little time to prepare dinner (ha, and i used to think i had no time). The pounds started to come back on. We ate sensible, but not like we were prewedding. On my 25 birthday, I bought my first pair of size 8 jeans. I went to Chad humbly and professed how sorry I was that I had quit working so hard. He said I was fine. I asked, "at what point would you start encouraging me to go back to the gym" he replied, "140." I watched that scale get to 138 and then...I got pregnant.
Pregnancy was not pretty to me. You can read all about it on my pregnancy blog. I gained 60 pounds. I worked out, I didn't eat horrible, but certainly not as healthy as I could. I Got home from the hospital after delivering that bundle of joy weighing 198!
Motherhood and working leave very little alone time, very little time to take care of yourself time. FOr the last two years I started my diets over and over again. It's not like I didn't know what to do, my husband is a trainer for goodness sake, but eating all of that boring food day after day was getting me nowhere. Looking back on this blog you can see how many time I vowed to loos the weight.
At some point last summer i made it to the 140's again...but the scale never budged. I'd weigh, nothing. I'd go to the gym, nothing. I couldn't understand. I knew everything i needed to do, but nothing was working.
At the beginning of May, as I've posted before, I started going out of control with my eating. THe scale had been hoovering around 143/144, but was starting to creep back up. I was eating everything in sight, without remorse. My friend, whose husband is also a trainer (and who gave Chad and I our wedding diets), told me that she had joined WW despite what her DH thought about it. She just needed something new. SHe and I had personally talked about it several times, but knew we'd come against some major opposition seeing that our Dh's so this for a living.
I thought about it and really wished I could bring it up to Chad, but was totally afraid. Finally after seeing the zoo pictures and then asking Chad if I were bigger or smaller than *blank* I knew something had to be done. The next morning I got up and proclaimed, "I'm going to WW, this has to stop."
Looking back I'm sure Chad was shaking his head all morning praying that I might stick to something longer than two weeks. When I signed up, rather than putting me down, he encouraged me.
Since that day, every drop of food that goes in my mouth gets logged. I'm on a constant quest of the internet to find new recipes and foods. I've busted out the measuring spoons and cups and scale and measure everything I put on my plate. My thought is, heck, I'm paying for it, it better work. And it does. Its amazing.
I can't believe the weight that I've lost and all the food I've been eating. I don't feel deprived, or hungry, I feel revived! I'm eating what I want, when I want and I'm losing weight.
I'm going to start posting on here my recipes and food finds like some of the other blogs I read. Hopefully my research can help others too. I may even start posting everything that I eat...only if you don't laugh b/c I eat A LOT!
I always have rolled my eyes at commercials on TV for WW, Curves, etc. I mean, come on, how hard is it to lose weight?? I was a size four and taking enough OTC drugs to keep my appetite low and metabolism high. I had never stepped foot in a gym before and had over indulged in a diet of beer, bar food and fast food. What did I know.
Four years ago I stopped taking all of those wonderful over the counter drugs and it didn't take long for my body to realize all the help I had been receiving. Almost immediately I gained 10 pounds. 120 to about 130. This was right when I met Chad. He got me into a gym and started teaching me the basics of weight lifting, but we didn't change our diet.
Once we got engaged we were on a mission to look good, heck, who isn't. Our wedding was to take place on the beach, so we felt extra pressure. We ate nothing but oatmeal, egg whites, chicken, salad and brown rice for 3 months...and it paid off. I got married looking fabulous and weighing 128.
But then married life set in. I started a new job further away from home, so hitting the gym was harder, which led to little time to prepare dinner (ha, and i used to think i had no time). The pounds started to come back on. We ate sensible, but not like we were prewedding. On my 25 birthday, I bought my first pair of size 8 jeans. I went to Chad humbly and professed how sorry I was that I had quit working so hard. He said I was fine. I asked, "at what point would you start encouraging me to go back to the gym" he replied, "140." I watched that scale get to 138 and then...I got pregnant.
Pregnancy was not pretty to me. You can read all about it on my pregnancy blog. I gained 60 pounds. I worked out, I didn't eat horrible, but certainly not as healthy as I could. I Got home from the hospital after delivering that bundle of joy weighing 198!
Motherhood and working leave very little alone time, very little time to take care of yourself time. FOr the last two years I started my diets over and over again. It's not like I didn't know what to do, my husband is a trainer for goodness sake, but eating all of that boring food day after day was getting me nowhere. Looking back on this blog you can see how many time I vowed to loos the weight.
At some point last summer i made it to the 140's again...but the scale never budged. I'd weigh, nothing. I'd go to the gym, nothing. I couldn't understand. I knew everything i needed to do, but nothing was working.
At the beginning of May, as I've posted before, I started going out of control with my eating. THe scale had been hoovering around 143/144, but was starting to creep back up. I was eating everything in sight, without remorse. My friend, whose husband is also a trainer (and who gave Chad and I our wedding diets), told me that she had joined WW despite what her DH thought about it. She just needed something new. SHe and I had personally talked about it several times, but knew we'd come against some major opposition seeing that our Dh's so this for a living.
I thought about it and really wished I could bring it up to Chad, but was totally afraid. Finally after seeing the zoo pictures and then asking Chad if I were bigger or smaller than *blank* I knew something had to be done. The next morning I got up and proclaimed, "I'm going to WW, this has to stop."
Looking back I'm sure Chad was shaking his head all morning praying that I might stick to something longer than two weeks. When I signed up, rather than putting me down, he encouraged me.
Since that day, every drop of food that goes in my mouth gets logged. I'm on a constant quest of the internet to find new recipes and foods. I've busted out the measuring spoons and cups and scale and measure everything I put on my plate. My thought is, heck, I'm paying for it, it better work. And it does. Its amazing.
I can't believe the weight that I've lost and all the food I've been eating. I don't feel deprived, or hungry, I feel revived! I'm eating what I want, when I want and I'm losing weight.
I'm going to start posting on here my recipes and food finds like some of the other blogs I read. Hopefully my research can help others too. I may even start posting everything that I eat...only if you don't laugh b/c I eat A LOT!
Thomas Light English Muffins - 1 pt!
Yummy! These are perfect for a morning snack or paired with a Boca or Morningstar burger. You can't beat 1 point bread item.
Monday, July 02, 2007
Healing...
Well, the surgery went just fine. I slept the better part of Friday and Saturday, but by Sunday I had major cabin fever. I've taken only a few painkillers...actually, only one today.
I hit the road this afternoon...maybe a little too early! Nothing is worse than finally getting your rear in shape and then having to sit around all weekend. I felt like a complete blob. I now understand better why Chad always says he doesn't feel very good when he doesn't work out. ANYWAY, I held my Bible study this evening, got the Man to bed and decided to go for a leisurely stroll. Well, 5 min in I decided to see how my body would react to a slight jog. I was able to jog comfortably about five minutes..I'm happy about that.
The worst thing about this particular surgery is they fill you with gas (CO2) to move your organs and better look around. Well, that gas isn't in a place that it can easily escape (ie, you can't burp or fart it out), it just has to absorb. ugh...it think the gas is worse than the cuts. I thought it was gone, but after my jog it returned to my sholder and under my ribcage....yucK!
The Baby is sick too. :( He has the worst snotty nose. He's actually in there snoring! Poor baby.
Oh. someone just emailed me this....how odd http://www.bearfireresorts.com
I hit the road this afternoon...maybe a little too early! Nothing is worse than finally getting your rear in shape and then having to sit around all weekend. I felt like a complete blob. I now understand better why Chad always says he doesn't feel very good when he doesn't work out. ANYWAY, I held my Bible study this evening, got the Man to bed and decided to go for a leisurely stroll. Well, 5 min in I decided to see how my body would react to a slight jog. I was able to jog comfortably about five minutes..I'm happy about that.
The worst thing about this particular surgery is they fill you with gas (CO2) to move your organs and better look around. Well, that gas isn't in a place that it can easily escape (ie, you can't burp or fart it out), it just has to absorb. ugh...it think the gas is worse than the cuts. I thought it was gone, but after my jog it returned to my sholder and under my ribcage....yucK!
The Baby is sick too. :( He has the worst snotty nose. He's actually in there snoring! Poor baby.
Oh. someone just emailed me this....how odd http://www.bearfireresorts.com
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
133.5!
8.5 lbs in less than 8 weeks! I'm shocked!
having surgery on friday. nothing major, but i'll be down a few days. prayers appreciated.
oh, and i'm currently running 10 on, 10 off. i love my running club. they are a little bit to much on the no "weight training" crud. whatever. running isn't everything.
having surgery on friday. nothing major, but i'll be down a few days. prayers appreciated.
oh, and i'm currently running 10 on, 10 off. i love my running club. they are a little bit to much on the no "weight training" crud. whatever. running isn't everything.
Friday, June 15, 2007
what i've really been up to...
well, i haven't posted on here for a good reason. i was trying to get some stuff figured out personally and i felt defeated about reading my old blog.
on May 18, i joined weight watchers. (no rolling eyes people) the week prior i had been with some people and when my DH and I were alone i said, "Am I bigger or smaller than ____?" He said, without hesitation, "you're bigger." I was shocked, i didn't realize that! This was the same week that I went to Market Street for lunch and grabbed a slice (600 calories) of Italian Wedding Cake instead of the fruit I went in for. I was out of control with my eating.
If you know me, you know loving food is what I'm all about. I was constantly struggling with this holiday or that celebration or just this once. I was eating all of the time....this is even after I was doing RHC.
So, I woke up May 18th, and went straight to WW. Funny, I know, I live with a personal trainer. But, I needed something new, something different. You know they make you weigh-in when you sign up...it was scary. 142.6 lbs. Not terrible, but not where I want to be.
I've started tracking points and exercising more often. The weight seems to be falling off, which is odd b/c usually when you have less to lose, its harder to lose. I'm constantly thinking, "i guess i had more to lose than i had thought." I've already lost 6 pounds in 4 weeks. I've lost one size from an 8 to a six (ha, i haven't bought a pair of sixes since my 24 birthday!) My goal weight is 128. I should have said 130, b/c 128 just seems to low.
Anyway, obviously DH was not originally thrilled at the decision of spending $40 a month to lose weight when he helps people lose all of the time, but whatever. I think he's better now that I'm at the month mark seeing as I normally don't make it past two weeks.
I'm hoping to be 130 by Kai's 2nd birthday in Sept and at goal by the holidays.
I also signed up at Luke's Locker for FIT2007. Basically an intro to running course. 6 months, walking to running a Half Marathon. Now, I think its seems a little far fetched that *I* could run for 3 hours in 6 months when I can hardly run 3 min at a time right now, but we'll see.
I'm still motivated. I guess losing the pounds has reminded me that I can do this. Crazy.
on May 18, i joined weight watchers. (no rolling eyes people) the week prior i had been with some people and when my DH and I were alone i said, "Am I bigger or smaller than ____?" He said, without hesitation, "you're bigger." I was shocked, i didn't realize that! This was the same week that I went to Market Street for lunch and grabbed a slice (600 calories) of Italian Wedding Cake instead of the fruit I went in for. I was out of control with my eating.
If you know me, you know loving food is what I'm all about. I was constantly struggling with this holiday or that celebration or just this once. I was eating all of the time....this is even after I was doing RHC.
So, I woke up May 18th, and went straight to WW. Funny, I know, I live with a personal trainer. But, I needed something new, something different. You know they make you weigh-in when you sign up...it was scary. 142.6 lbs. Not terrible, but not where I want to be.
I've started tracking points and exercising more often. The weight seems to be falling off, which is odd b/c usually when you have less to lose, its harder to lose. I'm constantly thinking, "i guess i had more to lose than i had thought." I've already lost 6 pounds in 4 weeks. I've lost one size from an 8 to a six (ha, i haven't bought a pair of sixes since my 24 birthday!) My goal weight is 128. I should have said 130, b/c 128 just seems to low.
Anyway, obviously DH was not originally thrilled at the decision of spending $40 a month to lose weight when he helps people lose all of the time, but whatever. I think he's better now that I'm at the month mark seeing as I normally don't make it past two weeks.
I'm hoping to be 130 by Kai's 2nd birthday in Sept and at goal by the holidays.
I also signed up at Luke's Locker for FIT2007. Basically an intro to running course. 6 months, walking to running a Half Marathon. Now, I think its seems a little far fetched that *I* could run for 3 hours in 6 months when I can hardly run 3 min at a time right now, but we'll see.
I'm still motivated. I guess losing the pounds has reminded me that I can do this. Crazy.
Friday, June 08, 2007
Summer Goals
Debbie tagged me...
The Summer Goals Meme will consist of 10-15 professional and or personal goals that you would like to achieve over the summer.
in no particular order....
1. Lose 5 more pounds and stay on plan.
2. Properly lead this summers study. Stay the course, and keep other encouraged.
3. Play more with Kai. (Sounds dumb, but he plays so well alone.)
4. Be a better wife. Stop being such a nag!!!
5. Find 3 new clients.
6. Excercise at least 3 days a week.
7.......dang.....i'll keep thinking, its late.....
oh, 7. stop wasting so much valuable time on the freakin internet!
The Summer Goals Meme will consist of 10-15 professional and or personal goals that you would like to achieve over the summer.
in no particular order....
1. Lose 5 more pounds and stay on plan.
2. Properly lead this summers study. Stay the course, and keep other encouraged.
3. Play more with Kai. (Sounds dumb, but he plays so well alone.)
4. Be a better wife. Stop being such a nag!!!
5. Find 3 new clients.
6. Excercise at least 3 days a week.
7.......dang.....i'll keep thinking, its late.....
oh, 7. stop wasting so much valuable time on the freakin internet!
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
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