It's been an interesting 5 months since I last blogged.
The main reason that I have stayed away from this blog is because my favorite reader and supporter has passed away. My Grandma lost her battle with leukemia in July and since then, I have been struggling a lot. I know my family has too. I think about her every day, and every day, I cry.
It's been brutal.
There are other things bothering me too, of course. I still struggle with ankle problems and I know that very soon, I will have to leave my current job because it requires me to be on my feet too much and it is disrupting my ability to function as a wife and mother.
I went back to my doctor and had a custom brace made, but it didn't stabilize my ankle, so it doesn't work. It frustrated me to no end.
I joined the YMCA because they have a pool and I do love to swim... once I get in the water. Brian and Drake go with me too and we try to go 3 times a week. However, over the last month and a half, it seems every time that we take Drake he ends up getting some sort of sickness from the kids at the ChildWatch. First it was a cold, then it was a 24 hour bug, then it was bronchitis.
My doctor diagnosed me with osteoarthritis. And once again, told me that I would need to have some sort of surgery in the future.
I don't want another surgery. The first 3 didn't help, and I am sure this wouldn't either.
I keep telling my job that I can't work so many hours, but I need the money. So it's a constant conflict of personal interest. Do I kill myself over something as petty as money? Or am I that desperate to live a semi-normal life?
Currently I am looking for other options, but seeing how it may take a few months for that to pan out, I just hope that I can hold on.
Drake is doing well. He is talking more and that makes me happy. He spends a lot of time with Brian's parents, because they come over to babysit for us when we are both working. They do it for free most weeks too. Sometimes we are able to provide them with gas money, or dinner, and sometimes we aren't. Most of the time we aren't able to.
I thought working outside of the home would provide more funds for us, but it really isn't paying out. Brian's started looking for other work too. We both know that if I keep on working like this, I really will be crippled and it will be either through another surgery, or just injury. I have no idea what to do and sometimes, I feel really lost.
Ok, make that most of the time.
Other than the existential crisis, I really am happy. I finally made some great friends, and I couldn't be happier in my life with Brian and Drake. I just really want a working foot so I can work.
He took my last name when we got married. I took on the challenge of motherhood and losing the 80 lbs I gained
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Tuesday, November 18, 2014
Friday, January 3, 2014
HAPPY 2014
Thank goodness the holidays are over, friends. Each year I feel they get a little more emotionally draining for me and I wonder if it will get any "better" or if I just have a lot going on.
Anyway, how is everyone doing now that it is officially 2014? Any progress on your resolutions yet?
2013 was a strange year for me- emotionally and mentally very little growth happened for me. I did have the opportunity to discover that I no longer need my anti-depressants to function like a normal adult. I am grateful for that, very much. I was in a dark place and it was really scary, but through a lot of patience (on Brian's part) and forgiveness of my short-comings, I was able to realize that most of my issues were not so much depression as lack of growth.
Moving to a new apartment really helped kick start things for me in that area and since August, I have been off my medicine. I still have days where I am not myself, but those days are fewer and becoming farther apart.
In late October, I went to my doctor and asked him if he would be willing to prescribe me a new weight loss drug. I had heard and read about a lot of people having success with it with very little effort on their part and I wanted to try it. For the most part, it is an appetite suppressant but it also has the benefit of helping with migraines. I suffer from migraines a lot- around 2-3 of them a month is average for me, and it usually ends up with me curled up in bed sobbing with an ice pack, or slumped in front of the toilet vomiting. Light sensitivity is a huge thing for me when I am experiencing a migraine and trying to raise a toddler while having a migraine... not good.
I was started on a trial dose and it helped greatly with my migraines and my appetite and while I didn't start seeing any sort of weight loss until I was on the full dose, I can say that after 1 month of being on the full dosage I have lost 12 lbs. It's a fantastic feeling. I feel like I finally have the thing that has clicked for me. I am counting calories and I occasionally exercise, so this in combination is really what is driving it home for me.
2014 has been a mix of good and bad so far- I realize it's only the 3rd day of the new year, but hey, that's how life goes.
I bought a bunch of Kindle books with an Amazon gift card I got, and I have been reading so much more. My soul is so happy because of this. Honestly, if I had read half as much as I have this year, last year, I would have been surprised. I am already through 2 books.
I started drawing again. I just do 30 minutes a day. Doodle and then flesh it out a bit.
I have been working so much more. I have a renewed interest in making as much money as I can and saving, as I want to be able to travel this year. I already set out a couple of places I want to go, so I've made little savings jars for them and working while I have those vacations in mind makes it easier to focus.
The bad?
Weeeelllll
Drake had to get 2 stitches on New Years Day. Brian had his company Christmas party that day and I had worked all night long and didn't get any sleep. He decided that he and Drake were going to go and it would be no big deal. As soon as they got there, Drake ran smack into a metal-edged table and sliced his eyebrow open. They were at the ER for over 2 hours. I was asleep the whole time and didn't know. Not like it would have helped any, Brian said, since we only have one car and I couldn't have got there anyhow.
So he's okay, and he leaves them alone, which is nice. I feel bad for him though, his birthday is in 2 days and he had to fall face first into a table and screw up his face. Oh well, he is a boy and that is what boys do. Children are surprisingly hardy little creatures so I am trying not to worry over it.
I'm also trying not to feel guilty, because I am sure it would have happened regardless if I was there or not.
It's adorable because the way that the stitches are placed, it makes him look all puppy dog eyes and sad all the time.
Sunday the little man turns 2 and that should be a lot of fun. We are also having a belated holiday party with our friends that night, so that means I WILL BE PARTYING ALL DAY LONG WOOO...
Anyway, how is everyone doing now that it is officially 2014? Any progress on your resolutions yet?
2013 was a strange year for me- emotionally and mentally very little growth happened for me. I did have the opportunity to discover that I no longer need my anti-depressants to function like a normal adult. I am grateful for that, very much. I was in a dark place and it was really scary, but through a lot of patience (on Brian's part) and forgiveness of my short-comings, I was able to realize that most of my issues were not so much depression as lack of growth.
Moving to a new apartment really helped kick start things for me in that area and since August, I have been off my medicine. I still have days where I am not myself, but those days are fewer and becoming farther apart.
In late October, I went to my doctor and asked him if he would be willing to prescribe me a new weight loss drug. I had heard and read about a lot of people having success with it with very little effort on their part and I wanted to try it. For the most part, it is an appetite suppressant but it also has the benefit of helping with migraines. I suffer from migraines a lot- around 2-3 of them a month is average for me, and it usually ends up with me curled up in bed sobbing with an ice pack, or slumped in front of the toilet vomiting. Light sensitivity is a huge thing for me when I am experiencing a migraine and trying to raise a toddler while having a migraine... not good.
I was started on a trial dose and it helped greatly with my migraines and my appetite and while I didn't start seeing any sort of weight loss until I was on the full dose, I can say that after 1 month of being on the full dosage I have lost 12 lbs. It's a fantastic feeling. I feel like I finally have the thing that has clicked for me. I am counting calories and I occasionally exercise, so this in combination is really what is driving it home for me.
2014 has been a mix of good and bad so far- I realize it's only the 3rd day of the new year, but hey, that's how life goes.
I bought a bunch of Kindle books with an Amazon gift card I got, and I have been reading so much more. My soul is so happy because of this. Honestly, if I had read half as much as I have this year, last year, I would have been surprised. I am already through 2 books.
I started drawing again. I just do 30 minutes a day. Doodle and then flesh it out a bit.
I have been working so much more. I have a renewed interest in making as much money as I can and saving, as I want to be able to travel this year. I already set out a couple of places I want to go, so I've made little savings jars for them and working while I have those vacations in mind makes it easier to focus.
The bad?
Weeeelllll
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| Mom, please. |
Drake had to get 2 stitches on New Years Day. Brian had his company Christmas party that day and I had worked all night long and didn't get any sleep. He decided that he and Drake were going to go and it would be no big deal. As soon as they got there, Drake ran smack into a metal-edged table and sliced his eyebrow open. They were at the ER for over 2 hours. I was asleep the whole time and didn't know. Not like it would have helped any, Brian said, since we only have one car and I couldn't have got there anyhow.
So he's okay, and he leaves them alone, which is nice. I feel bad for him though, his birthday is in 2 days and he had to fall face first into a table and screw up his face. Oh well, he is a boy and that is what boys do. Children are surprisingly hardy little creatures so I am trying not to worry over it.
I'm also trying not to feel guilty, because I am sure it would have happened regardless if I was there or not.
It's adorable because the way that the stitches are placed, it makes him look all puppy dog eyes and sad all the time.
Sunday the little man turns 2 and that should be a lot of fun. We are also having a belated holiday party with our friends that night, so that means I WILL BE PARTYING ALL DAY LONG WOOO...
Monday, September 9, 2013
My Day After Tomorrow, Today.
I swear tiny humans have bipolar disorder. I know bipolar is a real thing, and I know lots of people suffer from it. I also know that children, especially toddlers, haven't got the correct emotional coping mechanisms yet. Hell, some adults don't. Or if they do, it's a bottle of pills or a bottle of Jack.
I definitely had a bad day with my son the other day, but like every dark cloud there is always a silver lining. And me? I'm aglutton for punishment optimist, so I always know that tomorrow is going to be better. And tomorrow was so much better.
But Today! Was. The. Best. Is the best. It's still today.
He woke up ass early (for him, anyway,) at 7:30. We proceeded to sit on the sofa together under blankets and cuddle while we ate pop-tarts and drank milk. Well he had milk, I double fisted Dt Dew and water.
We watched cartoons for around an hour or so, then he started getting sleepy and cranky, so I asked him if he wanted to go back to bed? And he went over to the baby gate by the stairs waiting for me. I moved the gate, and away he went. He is a master of stairs already. It's kind of bittersweet. He doesn't even need my hand on the way up and most of the time on the way down. He wants to do it himself, but he knows he has to let me be in front or behind him, depending on the direction we are going.
He went down for a nap without so much as a peep and slept for 3 hours straight. It was bliss. I slept during that time :)
He woke up and wandered into my room before we went downstairs. As I got dressed, he stole my pillow.
I have gold satin sheets like a pimp.
He's all cheese, ladies. I have a feeling I will have offers of arranged marriages after these pictures hit the internet.
Then, as I was putting the pillow back in my room, he took off his diaper because he had pooped in it, and then I told him to throw it away and he did-without getting poop everywhere. Success!
We went downstairs (I was holding his poopy butt and took him down, that way he didn't leave a poop trail on the stair carpet) and he promptly laid down, legs up in the air. Ready for butt containment unit, Ma'am.
Color me impressed, son.
Then he brought me his sippy cup and I filled it with milk. "Say 'cup'!" I tell him. He gives me his biggest, melty-est smile ever and says confidently "BUP!" Yesssss, speak to me, my child. Let Mother absorb your sound waves and convert them into perceived language in the depths of my brain matter.
He then ate a hotdog. Bet your kids never eat hotdogs! Oh, you mean that's a staple food? Hmm. Well whatever, he ate one and he was happy about it.
Also- what is up with the Map from Dora the Explorer? Why does he take the most bassackwards way of getting somewhere? And why does he know where all the lost characters are? Is he some kind of serial kidnapper and gets his kicks "finding" them?
I'm the grumpy old troll.
So coming up on the blog- a makeup tutorial for the moms or the time-impaired. I promise it will be better than the last one- it will have video! Yay! Audio too, if you're lucky. Also, I review some apps that I have downloaded and what I think about them.
I want to show you the second attempt of my cartoon makeup- tell me what you think.
I still need to get new contacts. That's hopefully on the agenda this month. See you next time, squidies.
I definitely had a bad day with my son the other day, but like every dark cloud there is always a silver lining. And me? I'm a
But Today! Was. The. Best. Is the best. It's still today.
He woke up ass early (for him, anyway,) at 7:30. We proceeded to sit on the sofa together under blankets and cuddle while we ate pop-tarts and drank milk. Well he had milk, I double fisted Dt Dew and water.
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| Breakfast of champions. |
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| It's not too early for a smile |
He went down for a nap without so much as a peep and slept for 3 hours straight. It was bliss. I slept during that time :)
He woke up and wandered into my room before we went downstairs. As I got dressed, he stole my pillow.
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| Professional, right there. |
I have gold satin sheets like a pimp.
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| Caught in the act. |
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| Doesn't look even the least bit guilty. |
Then, as I was putting the pillow back in my room, he took off his diaper because he had pooped in it, and then I told him to throw it away and he did-without getting poop everywhere. Success!
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| Evidence. |
Color me impressed, son.
Then he brought me his sippy cup and I filled it with milk. "Say 'cup'!" I tell him. He gives me his biggest, melty-est smile ever and says confidently "BUP!" Yesssss, speak to me, my child. Let Mother absorb your sound waves and convert them into perceived language in the depths of my brain matter.
He then ate a hotdog. Bet your kids never eat hotdogs! Oh, you mean that's a staple food? Hmm. Well whatever, he ate one and he was happy about it.
Also- what is up with the Map from Dora the Explorer? Why does he take the most bassackwards way of getting somewhere? And why does he know where all the lost characters are? Is he some kind of serial kidnapper and gets his kicks "finding" them?
I'm the grumpy old troll.
So coming up on the blog- a makeup tutorial for the moms or the time-impaired. I promise it will be better than the last one- it will have video! Yay! Audio too, if you're lucky. Also, I review some apps that I have downloaded and what I think about them.
I want to show you the second attempt of my cartoon makeup- tell me what you think.
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| Second attempt. |
I still need to get new contacts. That's hopefully on the agenda this month. See you next time, squidies.
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Christie, Lately.
Ah, let me just sweep the cobwebs off the ceiling before I let you in...
I know it's been a little while since I blogged. I tend to be sporadic at best these days. I think it's because life has just been so overwhelmingly busy that I tend to push the blog to the side. Really I do think about blogging more but it always gets put into the "Later" pile.
Dirty Fingers McGee and I have been busy doing all sorts of fun mama-baby goodies lately. We play in the dirt, we go to the park, we finger paint... I fall asleep on the couch while he watches Thomas & Friends.
I'm doing okay on WW; I lost motivation again but I decided that I must just need more support and encouragement so I started posting on the WW boards. This is unusual for me, as I tend to be a lurker when it comes to message boards. There are just too many stupid people and I weep for humanity when I read them, but a lot of the boards at WW are all about encouragement, celebrating success, and picking each other back up.
I definitely need that last one.
I haven't gained any weight (phew!) but I haven't lost any in a few weeks either.
I went to the gym for the first time in about 2 weeks last night. I spent an hour there, running on the elliptical and lifting weights. I am very sore today.
Last week was really hectic. Drake developed a lung infection. I guess it's been going around, or so the dr said. Luckily we got an antibiotic and some cough syrup so things are better. His coughs are violent sounding now, but I can tell the bacterial infection is clearing up. He is producing mucus now, which is good. I hope it goes away soon though. It breaks my heart to watch him cough so hard.
Brian's on shutdown starting the end of this week. They are having a 3 week shut down at the factory and that is going to be nice. He won't go back to work until July 15. During that time we are having a birthday party for him (his birthday is on the 25th, but the party will be the 22nd) and we are going to Chicago on the 29th. We are also going to the zoo to meet up with one of my best friends from high school the first weekend of July. THEN we are also going to fit a visit to Brian's grandparents in some time as well as a garage sale at my parents' house. Lots to do!
We also took a trip to the zoo a week or two ago. Drake didn't care much for the animals. He liked the aquarium and this play fountain.
I've been much better about taking pictures of myself and my family lately, those two pics are just an example of the beauty my camera has caught.
I planted a garden. Tomatoes, green bell peppers, and strawberries. The tomatoes and the peppers are sprouting. We will see what happens with the strawberries.
So, yeah. Life lately. Pretty good.
I know it's been a little while since I blogged. I tend to be sporadic at best these days. I think it's because life has just been so overwhelmingly busy that I tend to push the blog to the side. Really I do think about blogging more but it always gets put into the "Later" pile.
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| Munchkin and I at the park for a picnic |
Dirty Fingers McGee and I have been busy doing all sorts of fun mama-baby goodies lately. We play in the dirt, we go to the park, we finger paint... I fall asleep on the couch while he watches Thomas & Friends.
I'm doing okay on WW; I lost motivation again but I decided that I must just need more support and encouragement so I started posting on the WW boards. This is unusual for me, as I tend to be a lurker when it comes to message boards. There are just too many stupid people and I weep for humanity when I read them, but a lot of the boards at WW are all about encouragement, celebrating success, and picking each other back up.
I definitely need that last one.
I haven't gained any weight (phew!) but I haven't lost any in a few weeks either.
I went to the gym for the first time in about 2 weeks last night. I spent an hour there, running on the elliptical and lifting weights. I am very sore today.
Last week was really hectic. Drake developed a lung infection. I guess it's been going around, or so the dr said. Luckily we got an antibiotic and some cough syrup so things are better. His coughs are violent sounding now, but I can tell the bacterial infection is clearing up. He is producing mucus now, which is good. I hope it goes away soon though. It breaks my heart to watch him cough so hard.
Brian's on shutdown starting the end of this week. They are having a 3 week shut down at the factory and that is going to be nice. He won't go back to work until July 15. During that time we are having a birthday party for him (his birthday is on the 25th, but the party will be the 22nd) and we are going to Chicago on the 29th. We are also going to the zoo to meet up with one of my best friends from high school the first weekend of July. THEN we are also going to fit a visit to Brian's grandparents in some time as well as a garage sale at my parents' house. Lots to do!
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| Look at the water! LOOK AT IT!! |
We also took a trip to the zoo a week or two ago. Drake didn't care much for the animals. He liked the aquarium and this play fountain.
I've been much better about taking pictures of myself and my family lately, those two pics are just an example of the beauty my camera has caught.
I planted a garden. Tomatoes, green bell peppers, and strawberries. The tomatoes and the peppers are sprouting. We will see what happens with the strawberries.
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| Tiny garden for the novice gardener. |
So, yeah. Life lately. Pretty good.
Monday, May 6, 2013
Weekend Recharge and Small... Medium... Rant.
Slept a lot this weekend. I guess Brian realised that without me getting sleep the house falls into a black hole of chaos and disorganization and mess and a thousand other adjectives to describe it.
I get overwhelmed easily, especially when it comes to cleaning, so while I slept, Brian cleaned the house for me. He got everything done but 2 loads of dishes. Wow!! I woke up to a completely different house. I loved it! What a great man I am married to. He did make me promise to "at least try" to stay on top of it this week. He didn't do it all to be a wonderful husband though- he wanted to have friends over Sunday, so he knew he had to accomplish something to "convince me" (whatever works, I guess)
In other news, I realized that I am a sack of worthless crap when it comes to being a housewife. I can't stand not working, so I picked up my full schedule again. Good thing too, it's been super busy lately and that just means more money for me!! After a really easy month in April, it feels great to be swamped and busy again.
I still haven't been to the gym since Wednesday night but that is okay, I have still been doing my squats and weight lifting at home. I am eager to hit the gym today though and get in my HIIT. That's high intensity interval training for those of you who don't know what that means. Basically, its short intervals of high intensity exercise (ie run like the zombies are chasing you) followed by medium intervals of recovery (ie, strolling through the library) and you repeat those for about half an hour to 45 minutes.
So I've been doing 30 seconds of zombie running followed by 60 seconds of oh my god I am going to die I need to walk to recover let's pretend I found the world's biggest library and wander around in it for ever-- OH GOD ZOMBIES!!! RUUUUUN
it's entertaining, at least.
In 15 minutes I manage to burn nearly 300 calories, so you can imagine my excitement when I can push it to twenty. I usually cap out around twenty or twenty five minutes, then do a cool down for 10 minutes (hey, it's rough, ok? I max out my heart rate EVERY TIME) then I hide in a corner until I stop hyperventilating.
Friends, I lost 2.2 lbs this week, bringing my total since I restarted WW up to 3.4 lbs, and I am down 23.4 lbs from my highest weight! I have lost a toddler in weight, folks, and it feels GREEEEAT. (yes, said in the Tony the Tiger voice. You're welcome)
I have 1.5 lbs until I hit my 10% goal at WW! 5 lbs until I hit my personal mini-goal! So things are moving right along in the positive direction! I just need to keep doing what I am doing- tracking everything that passes my lips and working out like a beast. Ideally I would like to be under 200 pounds by Drake's 2nd birthday, but realistically I will settle for 215- that would be all of my baby weight GONE in two years, averaging out to about .5 lb a week. SAFE. That gives me 35 weeks to lose 20 lbs, so I think that is plenty of time. I may even surprise myself and hit my 200 mark.
We have had a rough couple of nights around here, Drake has NOT been sleeping more than an hour or two at a time, and it is driving both of us bat shit crazy. Mostly me though, because Brian had to work today so I got him every time he woke up. Which sucked, because I was working too.
**Caution, the following is a rant. Those who do not want to read it may go to this page here and look at fluffy kittens. Those who want to see what ticked me off should keep reading.***
Also, tiny little side rant. This woman who was checking out our groceries really pissed me off. She was talking to the woman in front of us, us, and the woman behind us, the entire time about her child with disabilities. This is not what upsets me, I understand caring for kids is hard enough, and 12395798567293874 more intense when they have disabilities or special needs.What upset me was the woman in front of us was DONE PAYING and the cashier would just NOT let her go. Then, when we get up there she comments on Drake, not unusual, he gets lots of attention. But the first thing she says is "WHAT IS WRONG WITH HIS EYE?!?!" in this huge loud annoying voice so everyone looks around. So I say "Nothing is wrong with his eye." "THEN WHY DOES IT LOOK ALL FUNNY?!" Obviously she was not graced with a huge vocabulary....I'm getting ruffled and about to blow my lid. Drake has been crying the entire time we have been shopping, I hadn't eaten in awhile so I was hangry, and Brian takes over and explains that there is not anything medically wrong with his eye, but he does have a coloboma in it. Then he explains what that means blah blah blah.... and the bitch goes "Oh." and looks VISIBLY DISAPPOINTED that there is nothing wrong with his vision. Then she goes on to say "Shouldn't he be wearing glasses at all times then?" So I said "what part of there is nothing wrong with his eye don't you understand?" and I left. Hahahaha took all the groceries and Drake, and just left Brian to pay.
Yeah, that's right. If you complain about my son's eye after we have explained that there is nothing wrong with it, I will snap at you and get snarky. And you deserve it. Also I know that part of it is because Drake was being cranky and I was frazzled and hungry myself, so I had ZERO tolerance, but I don't play nice with people who keep insisting they know what is "the correct" way to "treat" his eye. Look, PAL, we have an EYE DOCTOR for that VERY REASON. And if the EYE PROFESSIONAL says there is nothing wrong with it, I do not want your cashier expertise on the matter. Unless I am writing you a check.
Rant over.
I have some exciting things coming up this week, like a baby shower for my best friend, a birthday party for Brian's friend, Mother's Day (!!) and next week is our 4th Anniversary!! So I can't wait to show you what I have been doing to prepare for all of that stuff.
I get overwhelmed easily, especially when it comes to cleaning, so while I slept, Brian cleaned the house for me. He got everything done but 2 loads of dishes. Wow!! I woke up to a completely different house. I loved it! What a great man I am married to. He did make me promise to "at least try" to stay on top of it this week. He didn't do it all to be a wonderful husband though- he wanted to have friends over Sunday, so he knew he had to accomplish something to "convince me" (whatever works, I guess)
In other news, I realized that I am a sack of worthless crap when it comes to being a housewife. I can't stand not working, so I picked up my full schedule again. Good thing too, it's been super busy lately and that just means more money for me!! After a really easy month in April, it feels great to be swamped and busy again.
I still haven't been to the gym since Wednesday night but that is okay, I have still been doing my squats and weight lifting at home. I am eager to hit the gym today though and get in my HIIT. That's high intensity interval training for those of you who don't know what that means. Basically, its short intervals of high intensity exercise (ie run like the zombies are chasing you) followed by medium intervals of recovery (ie, strolling through the library) and you repeat those for about half an hour to 45 minutes.
So I've been doing 30 seconds of zombie running followed by 60 seconds of oh my god I am going to die I need to walk to recover let's pretend I found the world's biggest library and wander around in it for ever-- OH GOD ZOMBIES!!! RUUUUUN
it's entertaining, at least.
In 15 minutes I manage to burn nearly 300 calories, so you can imagine my excitement when I can push it to twenty. I usually cap out around twenty or twenty five minutes, then do a cool down for 10 minutes (hey, it's rough, ok? I max out my heart rate EVERY TIME) then I hide in a corner until I stop hyperventilating.
Friends, I lost 2.2 lbs this week, bringing my total since I restarted WW up to 3.4 lbs, and I am down 23.4 lbs from my highest weight! I have lost a toddler in weight, folks, and it feels GREEEEAT. (yes, said in the Tony the Tiger voice. You're welcome)
I have 1.5 lbs until I hit my 10% goal at WW! 5 lbs until I hit my personal mini-goal! So things are moving right along in the positive direction! I just need to keep doing what I am doing- tracking everything that passes my lips and working out like a beast. Ideally I would like to be under 200 pounds by Drake's 2nd birthday, but realistically I will settle for 215- that would be all of my baby weight GONE in two years, averaging out to about .5 lb a week. SAFE. That gives me 35 weeks to lose 20 lbs, so I think that is plenty of time. I may even surprise myself and hit my 200 mark.
We have had a rough couple of nights around here, Drake has NOT been sleeping more than an hour or two at a time, and it is driving both of us bat shit crazy. Mostly me though, because Brian had to work today so I got him every time he woke up. Which sucked, because I was working too.
**Caution, the following is a rant. Those who do not want to read it may go to this page here and look at fluffy kittens. Those who want to see what ticked me off should keep reading.***
Also, tiny little side rant. This woman who was checking out our groceries really pissed me off. She was talking to the woman in front of us, us, and the woman behind us, the entire time about her child with disabilities. This is not what upsets me, I understand caring for kids is hard enough, and 12395798567293874 more intense when they have disabilities or special needs.What upset me was the woman in front of us was DONE PAYING and the cashier would just NOT let her go. Then, when we get up there she comments on Drake, not unusual, he gets lots of attention. But the first thing she says is "WHAT IS WRONG WITH HIS EYE?!?!" in this huge loud annoying voice so everyone looks around. So I say "Nothing is wrong with his eye." "THEN WHY DOES IT LOOK ALL FUNNY?!" Obviously she was not graced with a huge vocabulary....I'm getting ruffled and about to blow my lid. Drake has been crying the entire time we have been shopping, I hadn't eaten in awhile so I was hangry, and Brian takes over and explains that there is not anything medically wrong with his eye, but he does have a coloboma in it. Then he explains what that means blah blah blah.... and the bitch goes "Oh." and looks VISIBLY DISAPPOINTED that there is nothing wrong with his vision. Then she goes on to say "Shouldn't he be wearing glasses at all times then?" So I said "what part of there is nothing wrong with his eye don't you understand?" and I left. Hahahaha took all the groceries and Drake, and just left Brian to pay.
Yeah, that's right. If you complain about my son's eye after we have explained that there is nothing wrong with it, I will snap at you and get snarky. And you deserve it. Also I know that part of it is because Drake was being cranky and I was frazzled and hungry myself, so I had ZERO tolerance, but I don't play nice with people who keep insisting they know what is "the correct" way to "treat" his eye. Look, PAL, we have an EYE DOCTOR for that VERY REASON. And if the EYE PROFESSIONAL says there is nothing wrong with it, I do not want your cashier expertise on the matter. Unless I am writing you a check.
Rant over.
I have some exciting things coming up this week, like a baby shower for my best friend, a birthday party for Brian's friend, Mother's Day (!!) and next week is our 4th Anniversary!! So I can't wait to show you what I have been doing to prepare for all of that stuff.
Saturday, May 4, 2013
Squat Challenge Update
Anyone else doing the 30 Day Squat challenge from Pinterest? As I mentioned previously, I started it on May 1st, so I just completed Day 3. Technically it is May 4th, but I haven't been to sleep yet so shut your pie holes, I did my squats at 4 am it doesn't matter as long as they get done, okay?!?! Ok.
In three days, I have done a total of 165 squats! Half of those were standard squats and the other half have been wide-stance squats to work out the inner thighs more.
UGH I hate that I decided to do that because my thighs buuuuurn. It sure does hurt to do anything, including laying down. Although, to be honest, it's not all from this squat challenge. I was at the gym on Wednesday night/early Thursday and I did the hip abduction and adduction machines... you know, the ones that make you feel like you are at the gynecologist? You spread your legs then push them back together. Anyway, the machines are weighted so I thought I would work out like a man, and use weights that were at the very limit of what I was able to lift. Obviously I tried a little too hard. My legs and hips are so swollen, my underwear doesn't fit! And I know it's not that I have gained weight, as I am actually down this week!
I also must admit that I did not stretch afterward, and I attribute some of my pain to that. I am working on stretching now, since I made the mistake of not doing it and can hardly walk, let alone take a pee without being in excruciating pain. Seriously- recovering from the c-section was easier!
My little Dragon boy woke up in the middle of typing up this post. He cracks me up, he is changing soooo much. I took him out of his crib and the first thing he does is wander into the kitchen and reach for the peanut butter. haha! Guess the little monkey was hungry. So he had a half-peanut butter sandwich and I gave him some juice. We read a story and practised giving smooches. He loves to give kisses now and he does it all shy like, where he leans in all uncertain. Hahaha! It makes me laugh so much. Then I told him that it was time to go back to bed, so he grabbed his bottle and walked right back into his room. I blew Brian's mind with that trick earlier tonight.
Ah it's probably time to get to bed since it's 5am and I have a busy day ahead. Have a good weekend, lovelies!
In three days, I have done a total of 165 squats! Half of those were standard squats and the other half have been wide-stance squats to work out the inner thighs more.
UGH I hate that I decided to do that because my thighs buuuuurn. It sure does hurt to do anything, including laying down. Although, to be honest, it's not all from this squat challenge. I was at the gym on Wednesday night/early Thursday and I did the hip abduction and adduction machines... you know, the ones that make you feel like you are at the gynecologist? You spread your legs then push them back together. Anyway, the machines are weighted so I thought I would work out like a man, and use weights that were at the very limit of what I was able to lift. Obviously I tried a little too hard. My legs and hips are so swollen, my underwear doesn't fit! And I know it's not that I have gained weight, as I am actually down this week!
I also must admit that I did not stretch afterward, and I attribute some of my pain to that. I am working on stretching now, since I made the mistake of not doing it and can hardly walk, let alone take a pee without being in excruciating pain. Seriously- recovering from the c-section was easier!
My little Dragon boy woke up in the middle of typing up this post. He cracks me up, he is changing soooo much. I took him out of his crib and the first thing he does is wander into the kitchen and reach for the peanut butter. haha! Guess the little monkey was hungry. So he had a half-peanut butter sandwich and I gave him some juice. We read a story and practised giving smooches. He loves to give kisses now and he does it all shy like, where he leans in all uncertain. Hahaha! It makes me laugh so much. Then I told him that it was time to go back to bed, so he grabbed his bottle and walked right back into his room. I blew Brian's mind with that trick earlier tonight.
Ah it's probably time to get to bed since it's 5am and I have a busy day ahead. Have a good weekend, lovelies!
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Back and Milestones
Well that was a nice 2 month break from blogging. I had deleted my blog but un-deleted it, because Google can do that.
Let's see, a brief (ha) description of the events that have transpired these last two months:
I love the gym. I try and go at least 3 times a week, although we did get some snow/ice after Christmas and that prevented me from going for a few days (a week, actually)
I got a set of kettle bell weights along with Jillian Michaels' Shred it with Weights dvd... it kicks ass -literally! I do the 5 lb kettle bell and the next day I am so sore! I have a 10 lb and 15 lb ball that I have yet to touch.
If I go to the gym at least 3x a week, I do perfectly fine without my depression medication. If I don't go for a few days in a row or longer, it sets back in and then I need my pills or a quick gym fix. So far, working out has been fantastic for my depression and I hope that I can only keep going. Once the demotivation kicks in, it's very hard to pull myself out of it, and it quickly spirals into depression.
We got a cat, although that may be short lived now. Our friends moved to a new apartment, and didn't want to pay the pet deposit so we adopted their furball. They were also expecting their first child, but they had a miscarriage and now they want the cat back. We get to keep the furball for another month, until they can sort out the pet deposit, then he is going back to his home.
Christmas was insane. We had 3 of them this year. On the 22nd with my family, on the 25th I hosted for Brian's family, and then on the 27th we went to his grandparents in Valpo.
We had a smallish...medium?... get together on New Year's Eve. Our apartment has kind of become a hub on Monday nights anyway, where our friends all come over and I make some sort of delicious food and freak out about cleaning, and they play games or watch some retarded show/movie (Ancient Aliens, anyone?)
New Year's day is my dad's birthday and we took him to dinner on the Saturday before. Drake's first birthday was Jan 5, and he was truly spoiled.
He walks now. He runs, actually. Like a lot. Everywhere. We are eating with forks and spoons, and he is into climbing on everything. He plays really well with the cat (surprisingly gentle for a baby) and the dog always makes him laugh.
Speaking of running, I signed up for my first 5K in March, called the 5 Kilt, and it takes place on Saturday March 16. I am terrified and absolutely excited. I have never in my life thought I would want to run a race, but over the last few years I have really wanted to. It is on my Bucket List for 2013 and I am doing it. I have started training and my goal is just to finish. Preferably running, but finishing nonetheless. A huge motivator for me is knowing my son will be at the finish line waiting for me. It makes me cry now, thinking about it, I can't imagine what will happen that day. I will probably be so tired, exhausted, and in shock that I will throw up all over him. In joy.
I'm still a huge fat ass, but I have lost a few pounds and I am really trying to follow my personal trainer's advice. 2 days of heavy cardio, 1 day of strength training + moderate cardio, and 10K steps a day. I average a measly 500 at home all day, so that is really the challenging part.
I've been so far behind on EVERYONE'S blogs, the only one that I even manage to read occasionally is the Beer Bitch's blog, simply because she plasters it all over facebook so I click the link :)
We are doing so much better money wise. Not only were we really blessed at Christmas with money from nearly everyone, we started using cash-only. That means we cash Brian's paychecks and immediately put them away. Out of sight, out of mind. We only put money in the bank when we need to pay a bill, since most of them are online anyway.
We entered a 3 month payoff plan with Best Buy- they canceled 30% of our debt, and we owe them $310 a month, for three months. Then it's done, gone, poof! Paid off. At first we were freaking out, like how can we afford this, but since I said we do cash only... suddenly we are spending WAY less.
We get an awesome tax return this year for popping out a kid, and we will not only be able to pay off all of our credit card debt, but probably have enough left over to make a few extra payments on Brian's car.
My Goals for 2013 are very specific.
-Get out of all consumer debt (credit cards, car) <-- This is a priority
-Run a 5K <--This is to prove to myself that I can do anything
-Get a new/second job <--This is because I am a money whore and need more money.
-Lose 50 lbs. <--This is not negotiable.
-Learn to sew <--Because it is faster than crocheting.
-Make at least 1 quilt <-- Because I want to decorate my house in 8-bit video game geekiness.
So far, I look at my goals every day and I think to myself at the end of the day "What have I done today that progresses my goals? What can I do better, tomorrow?" and it's working. Especially when I am thinking about how badly I need that chocolate bar... and I say, nope, this isn't going to make me healthy, it's not going toward my goal.
Also, I paint now. Like, a lot. I've done two paintings. And I am actually really good at it. It's something I guess I have a bit of natural talent for and that makes me happy.
Anyway, there is my "short" update... aren't you all glad that I took a hiatus? No more, you say? Okay :)
Let's see, a brief (ha) description of the events that have transpired these last two months:
I love the gym. I try and go at least 3 times a week, although we did get some snow/ice after Christmas and that prevented me from going for a few days (a week, actually)
I got a set of kettle bell weights along with Jillian Michaels' Shred it with Weights dvd... it kicks ass -literally! I do the 5 lb kettle bell and the next day I am so sore! I have a 10 lb and 15 lb ball that I have yet to touch.
If I go to the gym at least 3x a week, I do perfectly fine without my depression medication. If I don't go for a few days in a row or longer, it sets back in and then I need my pills or a quick gym fix. So far, working out has been fantastic for my depression and I hope that I can only keep going. Once the demotivation kicks in, it's very hard to pull myself out of it, and it quickly spirals into depression.
We got a cat, although that may be short lived now. Our friends moved to a new apartment, and didn't want to pay the pet deposit so we adopted their furball. They were also expecting their first child, but they had a miscarriage and now they want the cat back. We get to keep the furball for another month, until they can sort out the pet deposit, then he is going back to his home.
Christmas was insane. We had 3 of them this year. On the 22nd with my family, on the 25th I hosted for Brian's family, and then on the 27th we went to his grandparents in Valpo.
We had a smallish...medium?... get together on New Year's Eve. Our apartment has kind of become a hub on Monday nights anyway, where our friends all come over and I make some sort of delicious food and freak out about cleaning, and they play games or watch some retarded show/movie (Ancient Aliens, anyone?)
New Year's day is my dad's birthday and we took him to dinner on the Saturday before. Drake's first birthday was Jan 5, and he was truly spoiled.
He walks now. He runs, actually. Like a lot. Everywhere. We are eating with forks and spoons, and he is into climbing on everything. He plays really well with the cat (surprisingly gentle for a baby) and the dog always makes him laugh.
Speaking of running, I signed up for my first 5K in March, called the 5 Kilt, and it takes place on Saturday March 16. I am terrified and absolutely excited. I have never in my life thought I would want to run a race, but over the last few years I have really wanted to. It is on my Bucket List for 2013 and I am doing it. I have started training and my goal is just to finish. Preferably running, but finishing nonetheless. A huge motivator for me is knowing my son will be at the finish line waiting for me. It makes me cry now, thinking about it, I can't imagine what will happen that day. I will probably be so tired, exhausted, and in shock that I will throw up all over him. In joy.
I'm still a huge fat ass, but I have lost a few pounds and I am really trying to follow my personal trainer's advice. 2 days of heavy cardio, 1 day of strength training + moderate cardio, and 10K steps a day. I average a measly 500 at home all day, so that is really the challenging part.
I've been so far behind on EVERYONE'S blogs, the only one that I even manage to read occasionally is the Beer Bitch's blog, simply because she plasters it all over facebook so I click the link :)
We are doing so much better money wise. Not only were we really blessed at Christmas with money from nearly everyone, we started using cash-only. That means we cash Brian's paychecks and immediately put them away. Out of sight, out of mind. We only put money in the bank when we need to pay a bill, since most of them are online anyway.
We entered a 3 month payoff plan with Best Buy- they canceled 30% of our debt, and we owe them $310 a month, for three months. Then it's done, gone, poof! Paid off. At first we were freaking out, like how can we afford this, but since I said we do cash only... suddenly we are spending WAY less.
We get an awesome tax return this year for popping out a kid, and we will not only be able to pay off all of our credit card debt, but probably have enough left over to make a few extra payments on Brian's car.
My Goals for 2013 are very specific.
-Get out of all consumer debt (credit cards, car) <-- This is a priority
-Run a 5K <--This is to prove to myself that I can do anything
-Get a new/second job <--This is because I am a money whore and need more money.
-Lose 50 lbs. <--This is not negotiable.
-Learn to sew <--Because it is faster than crocheting.
-Make at least 1 quilt <-- Because I want to decorate my house in 8-bit video game geekiness.
So far, I look at my goals every day and I think to myself at the end of the day "What have I done today that progresses my goals? What can I do better, tomorrow?" and it's working. Especially when I am thinking about how badly I need that chocolate bar... and I say, nope, this isn't going to make me healthy, it's not going toward my goal.
Also, I paint now. Like, a lot. I've done two paintings. And I am actually really good at it. It's something I guess I have a bit of natural talent for and that makes me happy.
Anyway, there is my "short" update... aren't you all glad that I took a hiatus? No more, you say? Okay :)
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Mobile Mama
We had no food in the house, save ramen noodles and mayonnaise. I am not sure how that happened, but whatever. It wasn't going to be my best culinary day with those sorts of ingredients. NEED FOOD BADLY became the headline of the day
I had to work until 1 pm and Brian had to be at work at 2 pm. This left no time for grocery shopping (not with a baby anyway!) so we had a clever idea. I would drop Brian off at work and then go grocery shopping with Drake.
Sounds scary as hell. I was planning on going ALONE tomorrow, so I could spend some time making a price book, comparing items and using coupons. I wanted to go with a specific list, buy things that were only on my list and on sale, and that I had a coupon for, and pay only in cash.
But sometimes life throws a curve ball and you do what you can. I went to the store with an empty stomach, a baby, no list, a jumble of coupons, and a dying phone that was my only calculator. Luckily I did do a couple of things right: I only used cash, and I only bought things on sale. I bought meat, but only if it was $2/pound or less. And I did get some awesome buys on meat. I bought 6 pounds of drumsticks for $5.30 and 2.5 pounds of chicken breast tenderloins for $5.20, plus I saved an extra $2 for using my store loyalty card. Awesome!!
The grocery store was PACKED. It was 3 pm and everyone and their brother was shopping. I sometimes forget that normal people have weekends off.
I managed to keep track of my spending, pulling out coupons at the very end of my shopping, and I did surprisingly well. I had $80 to spend on groceries. I kept track of my spending like normal, and after all the coupons were applied, I spent $63.04. Not too bad! I put the rest of my cash in the piggy bank, and I pretended I spent it all.
My happiest find was Gerber formula! I had a coupon in the form of a "personal check" for $5.95 to any retailer that sold Gerber formula. This sucks, because it meant less cash in my hand at the end of the checkout, but it's cool because I still paid less for the formula. It cost me less to get the name brand formula than it did the store brand when the discount was applied. Awesome! I only get one of those coupons every three months, but whatever! Works for me :)
All told, I saved a shade over 20%, which is pretty awesome in my book, considering. Next week, though, I think I am going to go ALONE and see how much I can save.
Brian gets off work at 9:30 and I have to work at 10, so I am not sure if I am going to pick him up or have someone else give him a ride home (and they all owe him rides home lol)
I definitely enjoyed driving (alone) and I think I am going to do it more often. I have a special errand in mind tomorrow so I would love to be able to drive myself. It's a big girl panty moment, so I am going to see if I am still able to put them on ;) More on that tomorrow, or maybe the next day. Soon. I promise.
I had to work until 1 pm and Brian had to be at work at 2 pm. This left no time for grocery shopping (not with a baby anyway!) so we had a clever idea. I would drop Brian off at work and then go grocery shopping with Drake.
Sounds scary as hell. I was planning on going ALONE tomorrow, so I could spend some time making a price book, comparing items and using coupons. I wanted to go with a specific list, buy things that were only on my list and on sale, and that I had a coupon for, and pay only in cash.
But sometimes life throws a curve ball and you do what you can. I went to the store with an empty stomach, a baby, no list, a jumble of coupons, and a dying phone that was my only calculator. Luckily I did do a couple of things right: I only used cash, and I only bought things on sale. I bought meat, but only if it was $2/pound or less. And I did get some awesome buys on meat. I bought 6 pounds of drumsticks for $5.30 and 2.5 pounds of chicken breast tenderloins for $5.20, plus I saved an extra $2 for using my store loyalty card. Awesome!!
The grocery store was PACKED. It was 3 pm and everyone and their brother was shopping. I sometimes forget that normal people have weekends off.
I managed to keep track of my spending, pulling out coupons at the very end of my shopping, and I did surprisingly well. I had $80 to spend on groceries. I kept track of my spending like normal, and after all the coupons were applied, I spent $63.04. Not too bad! I put the rest of my cash in the piggy bank, and I pretended I spent it all.
My happiest find was Gerber formula! I had a coupon in the form of a "personal check" for $5.95 to any retailer that sold Gerber formula. This sucks, because it meant less cash in my hand at the end of the checkout, but it's cool because I still paid less for the formula. It cost me less to get the name brand formula than it did the store brand when the discount was applied. Awesome! I only get one of those coupons every three months, but whatever! Works for me :)
All told, I saved a shade over 20%, which is pretty awesome in my book, considering. Next week, though, I think I am going to go ALONE and see how much I can save.
Brian gets off work at 9:30 and I have to work at 10, so I am not sure if I am going to pick him up or have someone else give him a ride home (and they all owe him rides home lol)
I definitely enjoyed driving (alone) and I think I am going to do it more often. I have a special errand in mind tomorrow so I would love to be able to drive myself. It's a big girl panty moment, so I am going to see if I am still able to put them on ;) More on that tomorrow, or maybe the next day. Soon. I promise.
Saturday, November 3, 2012
The Guilt
Oh man. Guilt. It's every mother's double edged sword. The favorite tool of getting your children to behave, yet the very kryptonite that leaves us incapacitated.
Let me explain.
Drake gets tired, and hates every thing in his tiny little life. This is how I know it is nap time, when he is crawling along the floor, sobbing in tears. It comes out of nowhere, no signals, no warning signs. BAM. He needs a nap NOW. He's a lot like Brian in this regard.
So in his crib he goes, with "aww are you sleepy? do you need a nappy poo?" and laid down with a bottle and his favorite Pooh rattle. If he is in the right zone, he takes his bottle and falls asleep before the nipple hits his lips. More often than not, he is FURIOUS at the prospect of a nap, and just screams his fool head off.
I kiss him on the head and tell him to take a nap anyway, and I leave.
This is where the guilt comes in. He cries. And cries. And cries. I go in there every few minutes to kiss him, lay him down, tell him blah blah blah you know that everything is okay, and I swear to God it's not really torture, just take a nap, you will feel better blah blah. He throws his bottle. He grabs my shirt, trying to climb out, and his little face is wrinkled up and drenched with snot and tears and drool. It breaks my heart. Because he doesn't have a "WWWAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH" cry. No, he has that heart breaking sob. That "booo hooo hoooo nobody loves me they make me eat worms and my life is like a fart" cry that makes you feel like you have truly severed his trust in you. Although he has always cried like that, even for diaper changes, it is still gut wrenching.
If I cave in, and bring him out, hold him, kiss him, tell him it's okay and we can just play some more, he still cries anyway. Because he is tired, and he hates his tiny little life at this point. Nothing makes him happy. He just cries. So back to bed he goes, and the whole cycle repeats.
And I am torn with guilt. I know that what I am doing is what works for us. He sits there and cries his tantrum out, with me peeking in every few minutes to tell him the world has not ended, and eventually, he realizes he needs sleep. But it kills me he cries. I have no idea what to do.
So I blog about it, hoping that other moms will send me a drink (vodka or Bailey's, please!) and tell me it's okay to go cry in a corner. Or at least, give me some advice. If you have any. If not, that's cool. I'm going to go sob now.
Let me explain.
Drake gets tired, and hates every thing in his tiny little life. This is how I know it is nap time, when he is crawling along the floor, sobbing in tears. It comes out of nowhere, no signals, no warning signs. BAM. He needs a nap NOW. He's a lot like Brian in this regard.
So in his crib he goes, with "aww are you sleepy? do you need a nappy poo?" and laid down with a bottle and his favorite Pooh rattle. If he is in the right zone, he takes his bottle and falls asleep before the nipple hits his lips. More often than not, he is FURIOUS at the prospect of a nap, and just screams his fool head off.
I kiss him on the head and tell him to take a nap anyway, and I leave.
This is where the guilt comes in. He cries. And cries. And cries. I go in there every few minutes to kiss him, lay him down, tell him blah blah blah you know that everything is okay, and I swear to God it's not really torture, just take a nap, you will feel better blah blah. He throws his bottle. He grabs my shirt, trying to climb out, and his little face is wrinkled up and drenched with snot and tears and drool. It breaks my heart. Because he doesn't have a "WWWAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH" cry. No, he has that heart breaking sob. That "booo hooo hoooo nobody loves me they make me eat worms and my life is like a fart" cry that makes you feel like you have truly severed his trust in you. Although he has always cried like that, even for diaper changes, it is still gut wrenching.
If I cave in, and bring him out, hold him, kiss him, tell him it's okay and we can just play some more, he still cries anyway. Because he is tired, and he hates his tiny little life at this point. Nothing makes him happy. He just cries. So back to bed he goes, and the whole cycle repeats.
And I am torn with guilt. I know that what I am doing is what works for us. He sits there and cries his tantrum out, with me peeking in every few minutes to tell him the world has not ended, and eventually, he realizes he needs sleep. But it kills me he cries. I have no idea what to do.
So I blog about it, hoping that other moms will send me a drink (vodka or Bailey's, please!) and tell me it's okay to go cry in a corner. Or at least, give me some advice. If you have any. If not, that's cool. I'm going to go sob now.
Friday, May 18, 2012
Push On Through
...to the other side!
Poor baby is teething! It's so funny as yesterday, he was chewing on my finger and his gums felt level and fine. Today, his tooth is actually erupting through the gum line, and it's already started crowning. I can feel the ridges in the tooth, and more importantly, can see them.
I stocked up on baby orajel.
Good thing too, because although he hates it when I put it on, he is SUPER happy when it starts working. He goes from cranky to happy instantly. I'll be so sad when it quits working.
I can't help but be a happy mama... I mean, I know I should feel bad he is not feeling his best and in pain, but I am just so proud of my little man, he's growing up too fast.
I'm going to go sob about the good ol' days when he was just a wee babe.
Poor baby is teething! It's so funny as yesterday, he was chewing on my finger and his gums felt level and fine. Today, his tooth is actually erupting through the gum line, and it's already started crowning. I can feel the ridges in the tooth, and more importantly, can see them.
I stocked up on baby orajel.
Good thing too, because although he hates it when I put it on, he is SUPER happy when it starts working. He goes from cranky to happy instantly. I'll be so sad when it quits working.
I can't help but be a happy mama... I mean, I know I should feel bad he is not feeling his best and in pain, but I am just so proud of my little man, he's growing up too fast.
I'm going to go sob about the good ol' days when he was just a wee babe.
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
A day in the life
I'm hungry
I'm tired
I'm wet
Wipe me
Put more cream on
That's too much cream
Wipe my face
Eww stop wiping my face
Pick me up
Put me down
I threw up!
Clean me up!
I don't feel good.
I'm hungry again
I threw up again
I'm hungry
No not really
I want this toy
Now I want that toy
Pick me up
I'm tired of being on my tummy
I don't want to be on my back
I'm tired
I said I'm not sleepy!
Stop trying to make me sleep!
Why'd you let me fall asleep!
Who are you?
Where's the other one!
I don't like you
Stop trying to make me laugh
I don't want to put on my pajamas
Where are we going
I don't want to go here
The light is too bright
I don't want to wear my hat
Why'd you put me back here
What's going on now
What's this show about
I don't like this toy
The dog makes me laugh
Why'd you tell the dog to go away
I like his kisses
Stop kissing me
I want to eat again
I don't like pears
Stop taking my pants off
I don't need to be changed again
I pooped. Change me
I need more butt cream
That wipe is too cold
That washcloth is too warm
I don't want to wear clothes
I'm hot
I'm cold
Where's my rattle
Have you seen Dad?
Where did you go?
I don't like my swing
Can I sit up
I need a nap
I don't want to sleep
I said I'm TIRED
I love you.
Hours of endless amusement. I love you too, Drake.
I'm tired
I'm wet
Wipe me
Put more cream on
That's too much cream
Wipe my face
Eww stop wiping my face
Pick me up
Put me down
I threw up!
Clean me up!
I don't feel good.
I'm hungry again
I threw up again
I'm hungry
No not really
I want this toy
Now I want that toy
Pick me up
I'm tired of being on my tummy
I don't want to be on my back
I'm tired
I said I'm not sleepy!
Stop trying to make me sleep!
Why'd you let me fall asleep!
Who are you?
Where's the other one!
I don't like you
Stop trying to make me laugh
I don't want to put on my pajamas
Where are we going
I don't want to go here
The light is too bright
I don't want to wear my hat
Why'd you put me back here
What's going on now
What's this show about
I don't like this toy
The dog makes me laugh
Why'd you tell the dog to go away
I like his kisses
Stop kissing me
I want to eat again
I don't like pears
Stop taking my pants off
I don't need to be changed again
I pooped. Change me
I need more butt cream
That wipe is too cold
That washcloth is too warm
I don't want to wear clothes
I'm hot
I'm cold
Where's my rattle
Have you seen Dad?
Where did you go?
I don't like my swing
Can I sit up
I need a nap
I don't want to sleep
I said I'm TIRED
I love you.
Hours of endless amusement. I love you too, Drake.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Exhausted
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I gave Drake a bath last night. Apparently the whole ordeal was exhausting, because he went to bed without eating at 7:30 (an hour before his normal bedtime) and stayed asleep until 2:30 am.
We have another long day ahead, Brian's parent's are visiting today. It will be the second time they have seen him since we brought him home. I wonder how Drake will react.
Doesn't he just look worried in his sleep? Ha, poor kid.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Small Success and a "Rash" Decision
So I have a cold. At least I am pretty sure it's a cold. I have been a walking ad for NyQuil. I have all the symptoms. Oh boy. Normally I don't mind being sick- its just a pain in the ass- but this time around it sucks even more. I am trying hard not to let Drake catch it. I haven't kissed him, or breathed on him as much as I could help it. I wash my hands and face more. I wash his hands and face more. I use anti-bacterial hand sanitizer foam.
Anyway, all that to say, that today I managed a small bit of success in the nursing department. We got latch on and feeding for 2 whole minutes. Then he got WAY upset and refused to try again. Since he was suckling and then got mad, I gave him my expressed milk in a bottle while I pumped on the one he started nursing on. What a huge difference in production. So it was worth it (even if it took him 15 minutes to calm down). I know what you are thinking- why would I try to breast feed if I am sick? Chances are the baby won't get sick from me, and since I am sick, my body is producing antibodies to fight the cold- which means it is extra important that he gets my milk now, more than ever. Antibodies show up in milk and can prevent illnesses. So, even though I was a snot rocket today, that is what I did. Oh the things we do for our kids...
I also happened to notice, while changing his diaper today, that he had small little bumps on his groin area. It looked like acne, but I knew immediately what it was: Diaper rash, in its earliest form. The bumps were so small, they weren't noticeable really at first... I'm surprised I caught it when I did. (I need a stronger RX for my glasses). That put into motion Operation: Baby Bottom (I love making up stupid names for mundane tasks) and made some adjustments to our changing schedule. Normally I change him after he eats, or if I feel him go poopies. Unless he falls into a deep sleep after eating- which happens a lot.
Today I was changing him after every meal, whether I woke him or not (probably why he was so cranky today) I also normally pat him dry and only use Boudreaux's Butt Paste if he is a little red on his bottom or groin area. It's a great diaper cream... but it gets everywhere. Also it's expensive. If he only has a mild redness, I just slather his lower half in Vaseline.
Today though, I wanted to make sure that he was very dry before putting on any creams or diapers, so I got out the blow dryer and used it on him. His face is hilarious! He always looks a little shocked at first- "Ohh! What's happening?" then he realizes it feels nice and warm and he relaxes and smiles- "Ohh yeah, a little to the left, mm hmm, you missed a spot".
Brian and I also gave him a bath when Brian got home from work. Normally I just spot clean him and give him a full bath once a week (poor kid has only had 7 baths in his entire life at this point) but I figured it would be a good idea to really clean the area as thoroughly as possible without scrubbing or aggravating the rash. I don't want it to spread.
PS- If you've never seen diaper rash, for heaven's sake do not Google it. You will freak the eff out. It is terrible looking if it is not caught right away. Poor little babies.
Drake has an appointment on Thursday for his first round of shots. I'm hoping his rash goes away before then.
Anyway, all that to say, that today I managed a small bit of success in the nursing department. We got latch on and feeding for 2 whole minutes. Then he got WAY upset and refused to try again. Since he was suckling and then got mad, I gave him my expressed milk in a bottle while I pumped on the one he started nursing on. What a huge difference in production. So it was worth it (even if it took him 15 minutes to calm down). I know what you are thinking- why would I try to breast feed if I am sick? Chances are the baby won't get sick from me, and since I am sick, my body is producing antibodies to fight the cold- which means it is extra important that he gets my milk now, more than ever. Antibodies show up in milk and can prevent illnesses. So, even though I was a snot rocket today, that is what I did. Oh the things we do for our kids...
I also happened to notice, while changing his diaper today, that he had small little bumps on his groin area. It looked like acne, but I knew immediately what it was: Diaper rash, in its earliest form. The bumps were so small, they weren't noticeable really at first... I'm surprised I caught it when I did. (I need a stronger RX for my glasses). That put into motion Operation: Baby Bottom (I love making up stupid names for mundane tasks) and made some adjustments to our changing schedule. Normally I change him after he eats, or if I feel him go poopies. Unless he falls into a deep sleep after eating- which happens a lot.
Today I was changing him after every meal, whether I woke him or not (probably why he was so cranky today) I also normally pat him dry and only use Boudreaux's Butt Paste if he is a little red on his bottom or groin area. It's a great diaper cream... but it gets everywhere. Also it's expensive. If he only has a mild redness, I just slather his lower half in Vaseline.
Today though, I wanted to make sure that he was very dry before putting on any creams or diapers, so I got out the blow dryer and used it on him. His face is hilarious! He always looks a little shocked at first- "Ohh! What's happening?" then he realizes it feels nice and warm and he relaxes and smiles- "Ohh yeah, a little to the left, mm hmm, you missed a spot".
Brian and I also gave him a bath when Brian got home from work. Normally I just spot clean him and give him a full bath once a week (poor kid has only had 7 baths in his entire life at this point) but I figured it would be a good idea to really clean the area as thoroughly as possible without scrubbing or aggravating the rash. I don't want it to spread.
PS- If you've never seen diaper rash, for heaven's sake do not Google it. You will freak the eff out. It is terrible looking if it is not caught right away. Poor little babies.
Drake has an appointment on Thursday for his first round of shots. I'm hoping his rash goes away before then.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Just do it.
Brian sort of gave me a revelation, without meaning to. He was asking about my weight loss and why it seems I am struggling so much for so long... and he basically told me to "shut up or nut up" (although he didn't use those words exactly-Quoting Woody Harrelson in "Zombieland".)
I've decided to just "do" weight loss. Just do it, already. DO IT!! C'mon it wouldn't be that hard if you just DO the thing that you are supposed to DO. Do the shit out of it!!! (Quoting Louis C.K. now)
Since our chat the other day, I ate broccoli AND spinach AND apples... twice. For two separate meals. I know, I know. I just did it. I ate the shit out of the broccoli. We all know I love spinach and apples, so that wasn't hard. Broccoli is like the ultimate veggie I wouldn't eat before. But it was chopped up pretty small so I could tolerate it... twice.
I also realized that I probably need a bigger flange for the breast pump and ordered the new parts. I got two different sizes. They arrive later today.
I'm still having trouble with pumping even though I am doing every suggestion I can- pumping more frequently, eating healthier, staying hydrated. I am tracking my fluid intake to the ounce. I'm hoping the new parts help with that but if not- I am prepared to call my doctor and get a galactagogue (lactation stimulant). The only trouble is, the pills can cause severe depression. So I will have to be on the look out for that. Maybe I'll just have him write me a script for Paxil while he's at it- just so I can have it ready, just in case.
I'm actively and thoroughly looking for more at-home work. I need another job badly so I am nutting up and trying to find another job. I am going to shut up about this now, but I found a couple of great opportunities and hope they come to some sort of fruition.
Later today, I'm going running. Fuck it. I waited 6 weeks.(Actually, MONTHS and MONTHS of waiting.) I want to get out of the house. Brian's home all day. I want to sweat a little and get back into running on the elliptical. I'm pretty sure I'll die running for 30 minutes but I will do it. (more like run/walk) I'd go now but it's 3:30 am and the fitness center is closed.
I tracked every bite. And I mean, EVERY bite. My grandma brought me a sandwich from KFC, I tracked it. I ate left over stir fry. I tracked it. I tracked all the diet soda I had today too. I tracked the apples, too. I tracked every thing I've eaten for the last two days.
Dishes? Done. Laundry? Folded and put away. I did the shit out of everything today. I even had Crank Master McGee today (that's Drake) and he did not want to be put down. He was super clingy today. To the point if I put him down he screamed and wailed and carried on. I knew he was just being clingy so I just let him cry it out for a few minutes and when he calmed down, I picked him up again. Weird kid, some days he doesn't want anything to do with me then others it's like I am the only person he wants.
I'm exhausted and ready to hit the hay. I get a small nap in and then it's back to baby watching... although.. I think I might be "mean" and have Brian be on baby duty. See, Drake won't sleep in his crib/bassinet, he only wants to sleep on his Boppy pillow. So we usually take turns and sleep on the futon while Drake is on his Boppy on the couch all night long. I guess we could put the Boppy in his crib and both sleep in our bed... but it makes me uneasy.... Anyway, all of that to say that I usually only get to sleep from 4-7, then I watch the baby and "nap" maybe from 7-1 while he sleeps... but since he has NO PLANS and doesn't have to work, I can sleep the whole time. AND I WILL. I watch the baby all week. Can you tell I am a little excited? Haha....
Anyway, off to beddy byes.
I've decided to just "do" weight loss. Just do it, already. DO IT!! C'mon it wouldn't be that hard if you just DO the thing that you are supposed to DO. Do the shit out of it!!! (Quoting Louis C.K. now)
Since our chat the other day, I ate broccoli AND spinach AND apples... twice. For two separate meals. I know, I know. I just did it. I ate the shit out of the broccoli. We all know I love spinach and apples, so that wasn't hard. Broccoli is like the ultimate veggie I wouldn't eat before. But it was chopped up pretty small so I could tolerate it... twice.
I also realized that I probably need a bigger flange for the breast pump and ordered the new parts. I got two different sizes. They arrive later today.
I'm still having trouble with pumping even though I am doing every suggestion I can- pumping more frequently, eating healthier, staying hydrated. I am tracking my fluid intake to the ounce. I'm hoping the new parts help with that but if not- I am prepared to call my doctor and get a galactagogue (lactation stimulant). The only trouble is, the pills can cause severe depression. So I will have to be on the look out for that. Maybe I'll just have him write me a script for Paxil while he's at it- just so I can have it ready, just in case.
I'm actively and thoroughly looking for more at-home work. I need another job badly so I am nutting up and trying to find another job. I am going to shut up about this now, but I found a couple of great opportunities and hope they come to some sort of fruition.
Later today, I'm going running. Fuck it. I waited 6 weeks.(Actually, MONTHS and MONTHS of waiting.) I want to get out of the house. Brian's home all day. I want to sweat a little and get back into running on the elliptical. I'm pretty sure I'll die running for 30 minutes but I will do it. (more like run/walk) I'd go now but it's 3:30 am and the fitness center is closed.
I tracked every bite. And I mean, EVERY bite. My grandma brought me a sandwich from KFC, I tracked it. I ate left over stir fry. I tracked it. I tracked all the diet soda I had today too. I tracked the apples, too. I tracked every thing I've eaten for the last two days.
Dishes? Done. Laundry? Folded and put away. I did the shit out of everything today. I even had Crank Master McGee today (that's Drake) and he did not want to be put down. He was super clingy today. To the point if I put him down he screamed and wailed and carried on. I knew he was just being clingy so I just let him cry it out for a few minutes and when he calmed down, I picked him up again. Weird kid, some days he doesn't want anything to do with me then others it's like I am the only person he wants.
I'm exhausted and ready to hit the hay. I get a small nap in and then it's back to baby watching... although.. I think I might be "mean" and have Brian be on baby duty. See, Drake won't sleep in his crib/bassinet, he only wants to sleep on his Boppy pillow. So we usually take turns and sleep on the futon while Drake is on his Boppy on the couch all night long. I guess we could put the Boppy in his crib and both sleep in our bed... but it makes me uneasy.... Anyway, all of that to say that I usually only get to sleep from 4-7, then I watch the baby and "nap" maybe from 7-1 while he sleeps... but since he has NO PLANS and doesn't have to work, I can sleep the whole time. AND I WILL. I watch the baby all week. Can you tell I am a little excited? Haha....
Anyway, off to beddy byes.
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Dragon Feet
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| Technically, it's dinosaurs |
I love his little dragon feet. Aren't they just ab-fab?! This is the outfit our friends bought for him, and he fits into it. It's just a little too big, which is great! Means he can wear it more often!
He has been sleeping a lot lately. At first I was relieved, then I was kind of worried, and now I am so like "whatever". He seems to be going through a sleeping-spurt. He can't stay awake after he eats. Maybe he is growing and he needs the rest. All that growing is hard work.
It's nice to have some time to do other things- household chores, crochet, read, sleep, eat, you know all those important things. I find that I am checking on him more often though "is he still breathing?!" He is. I've been checking his temperature too, almost obsessively. He's still eating just as much and we aren't having any other symptoms, he's just tired. I can relate. I am tired too. I guess this is how I know he is my son, he definitely likes his naps just like his mom! Can't blame him there :)
Tomorrow is his first real adventure- a sleep over at his grandma and grandpa's! Everyone is super excited. Except Drake, he doesn't seem to understand yet, but I am sure he will figure it out :) My day will be spent washing bottles and pacifiers and clothes in preparation for packing them. Then it will be packing diapers, wipes, formula, blankets, and all that good stuff. Brian will have the fun task of packing up the bouncy chair and the bassinet. If it will fit in our car. I'm sure that it will. One awesome thing about the car is the back seats fold down independently, so we can have one up (with the baby in it) and one folded down. How cool is that?!
I'm really looking forward to him going over there and having some "Mommy and Daddy" time where Brian and I can do whatever we want. I will probably sleep and he will probably play video games. YAY! Our favorite activities.
Tomorrow will be 6 weeks postpartum for me, and that means I can resume normal activities like house work... and lifting more than ten pounds... wait I was doing that already! Never mind!
Happy Wednesday!
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Sleeping Beauty and Company
I don't know what happened but today Drake could not get enough sleep. He has been asleep pretty much all day. He woke up at 8 am for a bottle and a change, then was back asleep until 11. He was up until 3, and slept for an hour. We had our friends Jesse and Alisha over to finally meet the baby, so I think he wanted to stay awake for company. He kept dozing off while they were over, but wouldn't really fall asleep. Unless I was holding him, so he spent a good portion of the day in my arms and passed out.
I was glad that he was so sleepy and relaxed today. Nothing is worse than a randomly fussy baby with people over.
After they left (around 7:30), he fell asleep in the Boppy pillow and he has been asleep ever since. It's 1:30 am right now and he has not woken or stirred, according to Brian. I slept from 7:30 to 1 myself, so I wouldn't know hehe
When he does wake up, he will probably be incredibly hungry and his hunger siren will start a-wailing.
Jesse and Alisha bought him the cutest outfit ever. I am going to try it on him tomorrow and if it fits, I will take pictures and share... something about waking a sleeping baby to put him in a new outfit is not on my list of favorite things to do, so I will have to try it when he is awake. This out fit is too cute not to share, so I really hope it fits. I can't stop giggling over it.
I was so happy to see our friends today. We don't see them enough by my account!
It was a great day on plan for me today, I tracked everything and managed to stay within my daily points, even though we got TGI Friday's delivered to us. I got a BBQ pulled pork sandwich. It came with fried onion strings on it, and I removed those. I also didn't eat the french fries. I still tracked the whole sandwich though! It was a good sandwich, but not 26 points good, so I won't be eating that again.
Brian took the day off yesterday to see our friends, and he picked up a few hours tomorrow, so our week is a little different. Thursday Drake is headed off for his first-ever sleep over at Grandma and Grandpa's. I am really excited for him (and us!) but I am also a little sad... he is growing up. He will be gone Thursday night through Saturday afternoon. It's a long time and I am hoping it all goes well for them, otherwise they will be bringing him home hahaha :D I'll have to leave my camera there too, so they can take LOTS of pictures for me.
I'm trying to think of what I will do with my day off on Friday, since Brian will be working and I won't have to watch the baby. Maybe I will... sleep! Haha!
I was glad that he was so sleepy and relaxed today. Nothing is worse than a randomly fussy baby with people over.
After they left (around 7:30), he fell asleep in the Boppy pillow and he has been asleep ever since. It's 1:30 am right now and he has not woken or stirred, according to Brian. I slept from 7:30 to 1 myself, so I wouldn't know hehe
When he does wake up, he will probably be incredibly hungry and his hunger siren will start a-wailing.
Jesse and Alisha bought him the cutest outfit ever. I am going to try it on him tomorrow and if it fits, I will take pictures and share... something about waking a sleeping baby to put him in a new outfit is not on my list of favorite things to do, so I will have to try it when he is awake. This out fit is too cute not to share, so I really hope it fits. I can't stop giggling over it.
I was so happy to see our friends today. We don't see them enough by my account!
It was a great day on plan for me today, I tracked everything and managed to stay within my daily points, even though we got TGI Friday's delivered to us. I got a BBQ pulled pork sandwich. It came with fried onion strings on it, and I removed those. I also didn't eat the french fries. I still tracked the whole sandwich though! It was a good sandwich, but not 26 points good, so I won't be eating that again.
Brian took the day off yesterday to see our friends, and he picked up a few hours tomorrow, so our week is a little different. Thursday Drake is headed off for his first-ever sleep over at Grandma and Grandpa's. I am really excited for him (and us!) but I am also a little sad... he is growing up. He will be gone Thursday night through Saturday afternoon. It's a long time and I am hoping it all goes well for them, otherwise they will be bringing him home hahaha :D I'll have to leave my camera there too, so they can take LOTS of pictures for me.
I'm trying to think of what I will do with my day off on Friday, since Brian will be working and I won't have to watch the baby. Maybe I will... sleep! Haha!
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Tummy Sleep and Other Things
Oh man... I've corrupted Drake.
He now only sleeps on our chests. While I love how snuggly he is, I know this is a terrible habit. And it is going to suck breaking it. He just falls asleep almost instantly all cuddled up and it's such a relief... but when you try and move him, he wakes up screaming. Who can blame him? One minute, he was very warm and close to Mom/Dad then the next he's all alone (although not really, he is just in his Boppy right next to us)
I'm wondering if he would do alright in his crib on his tummy. He loves to sleep on his tummy and sleeps very peaceful. I am kind of nervous because they say you aren't supposed to let them sleep on their stomachs any more... but Drake can roll over and lift his head up. He also sleeps with his face buried in my boobs and doesnt have any problem breathing. I think as long as I dress him warmly and don't have anything loose in the crib, he will be alright. I think I will start with a nap and see how he does, making sure he can breathe alright.
You know, conventional wisdom years ago was to let babies sleep on their tummies. Now it's not. I think it's all up to what works best for each baby. I have mixed feelings about the subject. I am sure I could rant on and on about it, but I don't think I will. Hardly interesting material.
Drake is doing really great at sleeping through most of the night. He goes down around 9-10 and then wakes up at midnight for a quick meal (usually 2 ounces) then falls back asleep until 3 am. He then sleeps in about 3-4 hour increments until midday.
Anyway enough of that, I've been having a great day on plan. I am tracking everything and trying really hard to stay within my daily allotment of points. As a consequence, I am STARVING. I feel soooo hungry. I guess that's a good thing. For snacks, I have pop-sickles, Fiber One brownies, sugar free pudding, fat free yogurt, frozen berries... all between 0-3 points.
I just got the bill for my birth in the mail today. Let me say this: THANK GOD for insurance. I still can't pay it, but hey, it's not a whole hell of a lot. I'm just broke. Same shit, different day.
:)
Overall, a great week. I'm so tempted to just pass out now. I'm very tired. And hungry. Being awake and out of points and hungry is miserable. Oh well.
He now only sleeps on our chests. While I love how snuggly he is, I know this is a terrible habit. And it is going to suck breaking it. He just falls asleep almost instantly all cuddled up and it's such a relief... but when you try and move him, he wakes up screaming. Who can blame him? One minute, he was very warm and close to Mom/Dad then the next he's all alone (although not really, he is just in his Boppy right next to us)
I'm wondering if he would do alright in his crib on his tummy. He loves to sleep on his tummy and sleeps very peaceful. I am kind of nervous because they say you aren't supposed to let them sleep on their stomachs any more... but Drake can roll over and lift his head up. He also sleeps with his face buried in my boobs and doesnt have any problem breathing. I think as long as I dress him warmly and don't have anything loose in the crib, he will be alright. I think I will start with a nap and see how he does, making sure he can breathe alright.
You know, conventional wisdom years ago was to let babies sleep on their tummies. Now it's not. I think it's all up to what works best for each baby. I have mixed feelings about the subject. I am sure I could rant on and on about it, but I don't think I will. Hardly interesting material.
Drake is doing really great at sleeping through most of the night. He goes down around 9-10 and then wakes up at midnight for a quick meal (usually 2 ounces) then falls back asleep until 3 am. He then sleeps in about 3-4 hour increments until midday.
Anyway enough of that, I've been having a great day on plan. I am tracking everything and trying really hard to stay within my daily allotment of points. As a consequence, I am STARVING. I feel soooo hungry. I guess that's a good thing. For snacks, I have pop-sickles, Fiber One brownies, sugar free pudding, fat free yogurt, frozen berries... all between 0-3 points.
I just got the bill for my birth in the mail today. Let me say this: THANK GOD for insurance. I still can't pay it, but hey, it's not a whole hell of a lot. I'm just broke. Same shit, different day.
:)
Overall, a great week. I'm so tempted to just pass out now. I'm very tired. And hungry. Being awake and out of points and hungry is miserable. Oh well.
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Groceries, Personal Trainers and Other Things
Today my mom and grandma ended up coming over on a whim (I love it when family does that) so Brian and I took the opportunity to go grocery shopping.
Here is what we walked out with:
Smart Ones meals (Chicken Enchilada Suiza and French Toast and Sausage, 5x each)
Fiber One chocolate peanut butter brownies (2 boxes, 6 in each box)
Lunchables turkey and cheddar (5x)
Velvetta cheese, 32 ounce slab
Diced tomatoes with chilies, lime juice, and cilantro
2 bags of tortilla chips
2 packages of chewy chocolate chip cookies (for Brian)
1 package of chocolate covered peanut butter patty type cookies (for me)
1- 4pk strawberry daiquiri coolers
1- 6pk hard fruit punch coolers
2 containers of low fat yogurt
1 bag frozen berries
1 container of BBQ pulled pork
1 package light hamburger buns
1 package 60-cal sugar free Jello pudding, dulce de leche
1 package sugar free Jello, raspberry & orange variety pack.
Tonight I made crock-pot nacho dip
1.3 lbs lean ground beef, browned and drained
1 can diced tomatoes with chilies, cilantro, and lime juice, undrained
1/2 cup diced onion
16 ounces of Velvetta, cubed
Dash pepper, garlic, and taco sauce
Combine onion and ground beef in a skillet, brown and drain. Transfer to crock pot. Add all the rest of the ingredients and turn crock pot on high for 30 minutes, stirring occasionally. Serve hot with tortilla chips.
Oh it's so good. And a little spicy.
I have no idea how many people this feeds. I'm going to assume 16 servings. Which means, about 4 people, since it is so darn good :)
I tracked every bite today. Even the entire box of chocolate covered peanut butter patty type cookies I had. I ate those in the car, on the way home from the store. It was my lunch. Don't judge. Judge if you want. There were only 16 cookies and I gave Brian 4 of them, so I only ate 3/4 of the package in a 5 minute drive home...Shh! I tracked it.
I think I got some fairly decent healthy fare at the store this week. Much better than usual. I know I bought 3 packages of cookies, but I already told you, I ate my box. The other two are Brian's and they will be gone probably within the next 24 hours. He loves cookies.
In other, healthy news... Our apartment complex has added a personal trainer to our fitness center. I find this a bit strange because the fitness center doesn't really have a lot of equipment (a few treadmills/ellipticals/stair steppers and then one of those all-in-one weight machines, like a Bow Flex, or whatever) He is going to be there on Mondays and Wednesdays. Unfortunately, I can't meet with him because Brian is not going to be home and someone needs to be with the baby. I am also curious if they have updated the fitness center? I haven't been in nearly a year, so who knows!
I changed my points on WW. I am not breast feeding any more. It's upsetting to me a little bit, because I am so busty, but I can't produce enough milk. No matter how often I was pumping, I never ended up with more than 16 ounces a day. Drake eats at least 24 ounces a day. So I made the choice to just go to formula so I could get more sleep and be a more competent mother. It's working out great so far.
Here is what we walked out with:
Smart Ones meals (Chicken Enchilada Suiza and French Toast and Sausage, 5x each)
Fiber One chocolate peanut butter brownies (2 boxes, 6 in each box)
Lunchables turkey and cheddar (5x)
Velvetta cheese, 32 ounce slab
Diced tomatoes with chilies, lime juice, and cilantro
2 bags of tortilla chips
2 packages of chewy chocolate chip cookies (for Brian)
1 package of chocolate covered peanut butter patty type cookies (for me)
1- 4pk strawberry daiquiri coolers
1- 6pk hard fruit punch coolers
2 containers of low fat yogurt
1 bag frozen berries
1 container of BBQ pulled pork
1 package light hamburger buns
1 package 60-cal sugar free Jello pudding, dulce de leche
1 package sugar free Jello, raspberry & orange variety pack.
Tonight I made crock-pot nacho dip
1.3 lbs lean ground beef, browned and drained
1 can diced tomatoes with chilies, cilantro, and lime juice, undrained
1/2 cup diced onion
16 ounces of Velvetta, cubed
Dash pepper, garlic, and taco sauce
Combine onion and ground beef in a skillet, brown and drain. Transfer to crock pot. Add all the rest of the ingredients and turn crock pot on high for 30 minutes, stirring occasionally. Serve hot with tortilla chips.
Oh it's so good. And a little spicy.
I have no idea how many people this feeds. I'm going to assume 16 servings. Which means, about 4 people, since it is so darn good :)
I tracked every bite today. Even the entire box of chocolate covered peanut butter patty type cookies I had. I ate those in the car, on the way home from the store. It was my lunch. Don't judge. Judge if you want. There were only 16 cookies and I gave Brian 4 of them, so I only ate 3/4 of the package in a 5 minute drive home...Shh! I tracked it.
I think I got some fairly decent healthy fare at the store this week. Much better than usual. I know I bought 3 packages of cookies, but I already told you, I ate my box. The other two are Brian's and they will be gone probably within the next 24 hours. He loves cookies.
In other, healthy news... Our apartment complex has added a personal trainer to our fitness center. I find this a bit strange because the fitness center doesn't really have a lot of equipment (a few treadmills/ellipticals/stair steppers and then one of those all-in-one weight machines, like a Bow Flex, or whatever) He is going to be there on Mondays and Wednesdays. Unfortunately, I can't meet with him because Brian is not going to be home and someone needs to be with the baby. I am also curious if they have updated the fitness center? I haven't been in nearly a year, so who knows!
I changed my points on WW. I am not breast feeding any more. It's upsetting to me a little bit, because I am so busty, but I can't produce enough milk. No matter how often I was pumping, I never ended up with more than 16 ounces a day. Drake eats at least 24 ounces a day. So I made the choice to just go to formula so I could get more sleep and be a more competent mother. It's working out great so far.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Car Shopping and Doctor Visit
Today was incredibly, incredibly busy. I am soooo worn out.
Drake had his eye doctor appointment today. We were a few minutes late, because someone (me) had no idea where the dr's office was located. I knew the area, not the address, and couldn't remember the phone number. I blame being tired.
We waited nearly an hour and a half before being seen. I am so so so proud of my little dragon, because he did not really fuss at all. He did here and there, but quieted quickly. When we were finally seen, he sat on my lap in the chair and the dr checked out his eyes, put drops in (which Drake didn't care for much, but didn't complain) and then he left us in the room. Drake's eyes were dilating and we were left to contend with a baby growing increasingly fussy. We never hit meltdown point, because Drake gave up on being fussy and decided sleep was a better option.
We got the news- his eye is FINE! The worst case scenario is maybe he might develop a lazy eye, in which they would patch the good eye and force the lazy one to work harder. Which is like... nothing! Hurray! I must take this moment to say I am probably a terrible mother- because I stopped worrying about the welfare of Drake's vision when Brian totaled the car- but I know I am not a terrible mom, because I kept my baby calm and collected at the doctor's office and I knew his eye was probably fine anyway.
Which brings us to the next point- WE GOT A CAR!!! Hurray!!!! Not only did we manage to get a car in as little as a day, but we got a GREAT deal on it! It is a 2007 Chevy Aveo hatchback- Brian's been wanting one f-o-r-e-v-e-r, and it was a great deal and a great price. $7,000- 50,000 miles, 1 owner... it is a manual tranny though, which Brian did not know how to drive... but learned in the parking lot, and is a natural at it. We put down $1500 and got it for a better interest rate and lower monthly payment (by $20) than the last car.
(PS how hokey photoshopped is that picture? I mean, seriously.)
The only terrible thing was somewhere between me counting the money in the envelope to paying for the down payment (a span of mere minutes) I lost $100. So instead of having $1500 in cash, I suddenly only had $1400. We looked every where for it. I counted 15 then only 14. We counted and counted and counted and it was only 14. So I put $100 on our debit card. Whatever. I don't care. I would gladly lose $100 extra dollars for a car. It wasn't a big deal to me. Also while I was sitting in the new car at the rental place and Brian drove the rental just next door to top up the gas, they closed the rental place and locked me in for the night, and Brian got back JUST in time to see the guy starting to leave!! Hahaha... weird.
Brian really got into driving the manual quickly, and only stalled out once (when we got home! haha) and we even drove it to my parent's house to show off. We are so impressed with ourselves. We totally feel like grown ups.
And, for the icing on the cake? I am back to my wedding weight. 238. Just 16 lbs to go until I am back to my pre-pregnancy/last WW weight! I am joining WW again too! Hurray!
Drake had his eye doctor appointment today. We were a few minutes late, because someone (me) had no idea where the dr's office was located. I knew the area, not the address, and couldn't remember the phone number. I blame being tired.
We waited nearly an hour and a half before being seen. I am so so so proud of my little dragon, because he did not really fuss at all. He did here and there, but quieted quickly. When we were finally seen, he sat on my lap in the chair and the dr checked out his eyes, put drops in (which Drake didn't care for much, but didn't complain) and then he left us in the room. Drake's eyes were dilating and we were left to contend with a baby growing increasingly fussy. We never hit meltdown point, because Drake gave up on being fussy and decided sleep was a better option.
We got the news- his eye is FINE! The worst case scenario is maybe he might develop a lazy eye, in which they would patch the good eye and force the lazy one to work harder. Which is like... nothing! Hurray! I must take this moment to say I am probably a terrible mother- because I stopped worrying about the welfare of Drake's vision when Brian totaled the car- but I know I am not a terrible mom, because I kept my baby calm and collected at the doctor's office and I knew his eye was probably fine anyway.
Which brings us to the next point- WE GOT A CAR!!! Hurray!!!! Not only did we manage to get a car in as little as a day, but we got a GREAT deal on it! It is a 2007 Chevy Aveo hatchback- Brian's been wanting one f-o-r-e-v-e-r, and it was a great deal and a great price. $7,000- 50,000 miles, 1 owner... it is a manual tranny though, which Brian did not know how to drive... but learned in the parking lot, and is a natural at it. We put down $1500 and got it for a better interest rate and lower monthly payment (by $20) than the last car.
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The only terrible thing was somewhere between me counting the money in the envelope to paying for the down payment (a span of mere minutes) I lost $100. So instead of having $1500 in cash, I suddenly only had $1400. We looked every where for it. I counted 15 then only 14. We counted and counted and counted and it was only 14. So I put $100 on our debit card. Whatever. I don't care. I would gladly lose $100 extra dollars for a car. It wasn't a big deal to me. Also while I was sitting in the new car at the rental place and Brian drove the rental just next door to top up the gas, they closed the rental place and locked me in for the night, and Brian got back JUST in time to see the guy starting to leave!! Hahaha... weird.
Brian really got into driving the manual quickly, and only stalled out once (when we got home! haha) and we even drove it to my parent's house to show off. We are so impressed with ourselves. We totally feel like grown ups.
And, for the icing on the cake? I am back to my wedding weight. 238. Just 16 lbs to go until I am back to my pre-pregnancy/last WW weight! I am joining WW again too! Hurray!
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