::shaking ample booty and waving arms in the air::
I had my weigh-in today at WW. Down 1.8 pounds!!! Go me!!!! I was really diligent about writing everything down, counting all my points, tracking my activity, and I lost weight! Imagine that! I plan on continuing this downward trend ;)
My biggest challenge this week was spending a few days at my in-laws' house. Jimmy and I took off Sunday evening after he got home from work. It's always so nice to spend time over there. We relax, we play games with my sister-in-law and her boyfriend, we chat. Jimmy and I tend to snack while we're there. A lot. So, we promised each other that we'd support each other and encourage healthy choices. I brought our WW trackers and we recorded everything. I tried to make a game of it. I think it really worked.
Today is my first day just being home, puttering around the house with Kirsten. We've been traveling so much lately that it's kinda nice to just catch up on Nest posts, my sparkpeople commitment and do a little blogging. Of course, she didn't wanna nap so I went for a walk with little K in the moby. She watched the world go by, then conked out about a block from home. She's still sleeping, which leads me to wonder, do I wake her up to get her to bed earlier, or do I just leave her. I think I'll just leave her be.
Back to my thoughts on weight loss. Sometimes I catch myself thinking negative thoughts about myself like "This week was a fluke. I can't lose weight like this all time." Or, I sabotage my efforts! I swear, it's like I'm two people sometimes. In fact, I am looking at some jelly bellies that I opened earlier this afternoon. Granted, I only had 5 or 6, but still! Those little bad boys add up! I could have had a piece of fruit if I needed a sugar fix. Silly me. I'll go toss those out in a minute. Grrr. Ok, baby nap over.... Time for her dinner. . . .
1.09.2008
1.05.2008
Ding Dong the Witch is Dead
Which old Witch? The Mean Old Witch. . . uh, I mean the big ugly old acacia tree in my mom's back yard. Dead. At 4pm on January 4th, the ground underneath it gave way and it now leans rather percariously against the power pole. It took out power to 26 of our neighbors apparently. While I feel very bad that those people are without power right now, I am jumping for joy that the tree will no longer be in existance. And truth be told, my 87-year-old neighbor is pretty darn thrilled too.
J and I headed to my mom's this evening to get a little laundry done. See, at our apartment, we have a dinky stack washer/dryer set in the carport that's way too expensive. At mom's house, it's free and there's usually free food to go with it :) Anywoo, my mom wasn't home yet so we settled in to eat our dinner when there was a knock at the door. My dear neighbor was standing there in her robe, flashlight in hand. Power was out at her house and she insisted that I take a look in the backyard. It was 8pm, so I grabbed a flashlight and lo and behold: the damn tree was at a 45 degree angle to the ground. Neighbor and I, while a little concerned for the neighbors behind us and extremely thankful the tree fell away from our houses, were overjoyed that the ugly tree had finally fallen. She'd been after the previous owners of the house (all 3 of them since 1948) to get rid of the tree, but no one listened. Since we moved in 12 years ago, I have fostered a deep hatred of the tree because it drops that nasty orange pollen crap and leaves every year. Yuck. After closer inspection, J and I saw that part of the concrete patio had been lifted up with the tree roots lifted. Like 3 feet! And Neighbor reported that part of the fence would need to be repaired. I'm heading over in the morning to take some pictures. Crazy. What a storm!
So K was stinkin' adorable last night. She has this new noise. I call it an exclamation of excitement. So cute!!! AT 11 o'clock last night when she should have been asleep, she was exclaiming all over the place. Everything was exciting. Of course, J and I are totally in love with her little sound and are making fools of ourselves to get her to make this little sound. Oh, but did we pay for it! She was already so tired, so then the crying started. And it turned into screaming. Suddenly, she seemed to be in pain. Grrr. She ended up sleeping with us and waking every so often to nurse. Not usual for us, but hey. It's cozy when we're all together.
We had to take her in to after-hours care tonight. She got a strange rash all over her trunk. The doc to a good look at her and since there's no clear sign or reason why it's there, we're just supposed to watch it. And how is this for random: the nurse is one of my sorority sisters! She was a senior when I was a freshman. I really looked up to her back in the day. I still can. She's a pediatric oncology nurse and works part-time at the after hours clinic. It takes a special person to work that specialty.
I snuck a workout in today in spite of the storm. Yeah, it was a lame-ass cardio dvd, but I gave it my best and even got a little sweat action going. Hopefully, I'll be able to get a run in tomorrow before the rain starts again. I also did some strength training today for the first time in months. I actually don't want to think about how long it's been so I won't. And I ate pretty well too.
I think I'm in love with chai. I realize this may be dangerous. I am proceeding with caution. Thankfully, I got $70 in starbucks gifts cards this Christmas. I wasn't addicted before but I will be after I spend all my money!!!
J and I headed to my mom's this evening to get a little laundry done. See, at our apartment, we have a dinky stack washer/dryer set in the carport that's way too expensive. At mom's house, it's free and there's usually free food to go with it :) Anywoo, my mom wasn't home yet so we settled in to eat our dinner when there was a knock at the door. My dear neighbor was standing there in her robe, flashlight in hand. Power was out at her house and she insisted that I take a look in the backyard. It was 8pm, so I grabbed a flashlight and lo and behold: the damn tree was at a 45 degree angle to the ground. Neighbor and I, while a little concerned for the neighbors behind us and extremely thankful the tree fell away from our houses, were overjoyed that the ugly tree had finally fallen. She'd been after the previous owners of the house (all 3 of them since 1948) to get rid of the tree, but no one listened. Since we moved in 12 years ago, I have fostered a deep hatred of the tree because it drops that nasty orange pollen crap and leaves every year. Yuck. After closer inspection, J and I saw that part of the concrete patio had been lifted up with the tree roots lifted. Like 3 feet! And Neighbor reported that part of the fence would need to be repaired. I'm heading over in the morning to take some pictures. Crazy. What a storm!
So K was stinkin' adorable last night. She has this new noise. I call it an exclamation of excitement. So cute!!! AT 11 o'clock last night when she should have been asleep, she was exclaiming all over the place. Everything was exciting. Of course, J and I are totally in love with her little sound and are making fools of ourselves to get her to make this little sound. Oh, but did we pay for it! She was already so tired, so then the crying started. And it turned into screaming. Suddenly, she seemed to be in pain. Grrr. She ended up sleeping with us and waking every so often to nurse. Not usual for us, but hey. It's cozy when we're all together.
We had to take her in to after-hours care tonight. She got a strange rash all over her trunk. The doc to a good look at her and since there's no clear sign or reason why it's there, we're just supposed to watch it. And how is this for random: the nurse is one of my sorority sisters! She was a senior when I was a freshman. I really looked up to her back in the day. I still can. She's a pediatric oncology nurse and works part-time at the after hours clinic. It takes a special person to work that specialty.
I snuck a workout in today in spite of the storm. Yeah, it was a lame-ass cardio dvd, but I gave it my best and even got a little sweat action going. Hopefully, I'll be able to get a run in tomorrow before the rain starts again. I also did some strength training today for the first time in months. I actually don't want to think about how long it's been so I won't. And I ate pretty well too.
I think I'm in love with chai. I realize this may be dangerous. I am proceeding with caution. Thankfully, I got $70 in starbucks gifts cards this Christmas. I wasn't addicted before but I will be after I spend all my money!!!
1.03.2008
Taking care of me
I'm sure I said this on January 1st, 2007, but it all became moot one year ago today. I was pregnant and all of a sudden my life became all about taking care of my body so the baby would be ok. Here I am, one year later. I have the most amazing little girl and my sun rises and sets on her. But I know that I need to get myself in gear so that I'm around when her babies have babies. I want to be a great-grandma and in order to do that, I need to get healthy.
I've always been a "curvy" girl. I have had curvy hips forever it seems. I was a chubby kid until I hit 13. Suddenly, the baby fat melted away and I was at a healthy weight. In reality, I was rollerblading 2-3 hours a day. All through high school, I had the mind set that I was a heavy girl. I am 5'2" and was 115-120 through most of my high school days. And to think I thought I was fat. What I wouldn't give to see even 130 on the scale today. I started gaining weight towards the end of my senior year for several reasons: I had just started antidepressant medication, I had finished cheerleading, and I was partying like a rock star. In June of 2000, I was a size 7 in juniors pants. By the time I left for college in September, I was a size 14 in pants. I was in a lot of pain, physically and emotionally. I underwent physical therapy for my back and my joints were killing me. I could barely ride my bike to class, so I missed a lot of classes my first quarter of college. I saw the dietitian monthly. I was having my cholesterol checked twice a year. I was in bad shape. I'll never know how much I weighed then. I refused to look at the scale. I struggled with my weight all through college: bouts of spending serious time at the gym, trying every diet out there. I was never really all that consistent with anything I tried. My weight did start to come off very slowly. My New Year's resolution 2003 was to be able to run for 30 minutes without stopping. I'd never been much of an athlete, but I thought surely I could do this. I found a 12 week program, and though I had to repeat a few weeks, I managed to finish by mid-April. I knew I could do it.
I've kind of floated through the last few years, fluctuating in the 160-165 range. In 2006 I joined weight watchers in preparation for my wedding in June of that year. I started at 169 and at the end of the year I weighed in at 154. That was my lowest weight since high school. And then I got pregnant. Oh lordy, what a trip that was. Overall, I think I did pretty well. I gained a total 44 pounds (which still sounds like a ton to me) and the last 10 pounds came on in the last 3 weeks of my pregnancy. It was all water!! I swear!! Two days before I went into labor, I weighed in at 199lbs. OMG I never want to see that number again! I cried. I knew that I had a healthy baby growing in me, but still! I was hoping for at least a 25lb baby. No such luck. I had a little peanut (6lbs, 1oz). I did shed some serious water the first two weeks: 22 lbs! If only real weight came off like that ;) So here I am. I'm at 177. I'd been kinda sorta doing weight watchers again, but I was totally putzing around. Didn't write stuff down, no consistent planning. I lost 4.4lbs, then put 3.4 back on at Christmas! Blah!
So here I am. It's January 3rd and I'm trying to lose weight. I'm drinking my water. I've decided that I shouldn't have Chinese take out for awhile. I'm back on that glorious running program that I did 5 years ago. I've joined up with some great gals from the Nest to compete in a Biggest Loser style game for 12 weeks. I know that I'm at a disadvantage because I think I'm the only nursing mother in the bunch, but I don't care. I'm in it for the support, to support the others, and because I want to be held accountable by more than my WW weigh-in lady :) I have to do this for me. I want to be healthy again. I want to appreciate my body. I grew another human life, for crying out loud! This body needs to be cared for with only the best. I mean, I feed my kid the best thing I can, so why not feed myself the best that I can.
::sigh:: That's a lot off my chest.
I've always been a "curvy" girl. I have had curvy hips forever it seems. I was a chubby kid until I hit 13. Suddenly, the baby fat melted away and I was at a healthy weight. In reality, I was rollerblading 2-3 hours a day. All through high school, I had the mind set that I was a heavy girl. I am 5'2" and was 115-120 through most of my high school days. And to think I thought I was fat. What I wouldn't give to see even 130 on the scale today. I started gaining weight towards the end of my senior year for several reasons: I had just started antidepressant medication, I had finished cheerleading, and I was partying like a rock star. In June of 2000, I was a size 7 in juniors pants. By the time I left for college in September, I was a size 14 in pants. I was in a lot of pain, physically and emotionally. I underwent physical therapy for my back and my joints were killing me. I could barely ride my bike to class, so I missed a lot of classes my first quarter of college. I saw the dietitian monthly. I was having my cholesterol checked twice a year. I was in bad shape. I'll never know how much I weighed then. I refused to look at the scale. I struggled with my weight all through college: bouts of spending serious time at the gym, trying every diet out there. I was never really all that consistent with anything I tried. My weight did start to come off very slowly. My New Year's resolution 2003 was to be able to run for 30 minutes without stopping. I'd never been much of an athlete, but I thought surely I could do this. I found a 12 week program, and though I had to repeat a few weeks, I managed to finish by mid-April. I knew I could do it.
I've kind of floated through the last few years, fluctuating in the 160-165 range. In 2006 I joined weight watchers in preparation for my wedding in June of that year. I started at 169 and at the end of the year I weighed in at 154. That was my lowest weight since high school. And then I got pregnant. Oh lordy, what a trip that was. Overall, I think I did pretty well. I gained a total 44 pounds (which still sounds like a ton to me) and the last 10 pounds came on in the last 3 weeks of my pregnancy. It was all water!! I swear!! Two days before I went into labor, I weighed in at 199lbs. OMG I never want to see that number again! I cried. I knew that I had a healthy baby growing in me, but still! I was hoping for at least a 25lb baby. No such luck. I had a little peanut (6lbs, 1oz). I did shed some serious water the first two weeks: 22 lbs! If only real weight came off like that ;) So here I am. I'm at 177. I'd been kinda sorta doing weight watchers again, but I was totally putzing around. Didn't write stuff down, no consistent planning. I lost 4.4lbs, then put 3.4 back on at Christmas! Blah!
So here I am. It's January 3rd and I'm trying to lose weight. I'm drinking my water. I've decided that I shouldn't have Chinese take out for awhile. I'm back on that glorious running program that I did 5 years ago. I've joined up with some great gals from the Nest to compete in a Biggest Loser style game for 12 weeks. I know that I'm at a disadvantage because I think I'm the only nursing mother in the bunch, but I don't care. I'm in it for the support, to support the others, and because I want to be held accountable by more than my WW weigh-in lady :) I have to do this for me. I want to be healthy again. I want to appreciate my body. I grew another human life, for crying out loud! This body needs to be cared for with only the best. I mean, I feed my kid the best thing I can, so why not feed myself the best that I can.
::sigh:: That's a lot off my chest.
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