So I slacked a little bit by not letting you all know that I missed a week to check in. Apparently the post about going to bed over took my intentions of another followup on how my weight loss war is going. My apologies because I know you are all dying in your seats to know how much smaller my ass is getting....
It's going, but it's slow and I am finding that if it were not for this war then I would have fallen much further off the wagon than my occasional trips thus far. I have found that on the days I get out of bed and hit the gym right away I am more likely to continue to eat better and watch the ingredient list of things more. But, if I wait until the end of the day...chances are I won't make it to the gym and I won't be as conscious of what is going into my pie hole.
I am still going to the gym but I have found that I am all about cardio when I know in my head that I need to do some weights. I lost a lot of weight once before and I know it was all from the weights but for some reason this road block is really right in my face. It's strange. I did step over it a bit on Wednesday and I walked for 45 minutes and then did 20 minutes of weights. I also felt it the next day but not in a bad way. It was a "you used this muscle and it is getting stronger" type of pain.
So now the weekend is here and the warmer weather is arriving. The pool is open and almost clean enough to swim though the temperature is a frigid 65 degrees. But I plan on doing laps in that baby as soon as I can. I also have my double jogging stroller that I found for a bargain price of $85 on Craigslist. It is now my only stroller as I also sold all of my other strollers on Craigslist. So I have the means and I would really like to get my ass moving more. So I will continue the war. Thus far I have lost 7.5 pounds. I would like it to go faster but apparently to do that I have to stop indulging in a few of the fruit snacks and left overs my kids leave.
Friday, May 21, 2010
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Going to bed
We need to find a new routine for going to bed. It seems as though we get through the initial part of the routine okay. On the non-bath nights (no, we don't bathe them every night unless it's summer and the combo of sunscreen and dirt are evident everywhere...judge away) we do the face and hand washing and the teeth brushing without much incident. Bladders are emptied, underpants changed and magnets are on the Melissa and Doug Responsibility Board in hopes of another prize for getting all magnets for the day. Then, the books are read, hugs and kisses abound and everyone is tucked in. Now if it ended there, I would do cartwheels when I got downstairs. But no, this isn't the end, it is merely the beginning. Despite all that I do to try and get the stray doll, toy or must have item upstairs with us on that trip up, apparently I always forget an essential item. I am sure it is equally irritating on their part that I can't quite figure out beforehand what is an essential item to bring up with us each night.
We then go back and forth with additional potty trips, drinks of water, change of pjs into warmer or cooler ones and additional requests to snuggle. I realize these are all boundary pushers designed to test us as parents and to be honest....it's working. After having a day of constant motion with the two of them I can't figure out how they still have any energy left because I certainly don't have any.
Nicole in particular is going through a spell right now where even one little bump in the road in her mind causes an all out crumple onto the floor. Take last night for instance....after all of the above was completed she decided that she needed a Band Aid for a miniscule scab on her toe. Okay, I get it I was the Queen of Band Aids when I was her age and now they make them with any imaginable cartoon on there so they are even more appealing than the brown plastic ones of my youth. So she is able to go downstairs and get the bandaid herself while I stay upstairs and try to whisk one last load of laundry into the dryer for the day. My little love comes upstairs, puts the bandage on her toe and proceeds to tell me that she has to go back downstairs to throw away the wrapper when there is a trash right there in the laundry room that I tell her she can put it in. Well no. That was not what she wanted so tears, big, fat tears are streaming down her face and she is getting that hiccuping crying because she is so upset that I made her throw away the wrapper upstairs and not downstairs like she wanted to. I realize it would have been easier to let her go down and throw it away in the kitchen but it was already 8:40, well past bed time and I wasn't giving in and she was obviously exhausted and needed to go right into bed. I put her in, cuddled for a few and she finally did stop with the crying and went to sleep but by the time I got downstairs to get ready for today it was well after 9PM.
So how do you do it? Are your night times filled with this much hectic-ness? Is there a way to transition from the fullness of the days activities into the calmness needed to go to bed without tears? We have had a few tearless nights and Aimee by far is easier to get to bed at night because I think she realizes that "hey, I am tired and those ballet slipper sheets look pretty good right now..." but I think that the terrible 3's are in our midst right now.
We then go back and forth with additional potty trips, drinks of water, change of pjs into warmer or cooler ones and additional requests to snuggle. I realize these are all boundary pushers designed to test us as parents and to be honest....it's working. After having a day of constant motion with the two of them I can't figure out how they still have any energy left because I certainly don't have any.
Nicole in particular is going through a spell right now where even one little bump in the road in her mind causes an all out crumple onto the floor. Take last night for instance....after all of the above was completed she decided that she needed a Band Aid for a miniscule scab on her toe. Okay, I get it I was the Queen of Band Aids when I was her age and now they make them with any imaginable cartoon on there so they are even more appealing than the brown plastic ones of my youth. So she is able to go downstairs and get the bandaid herself while I stay upstairs and try to whisk one last load of laundry into the dryer for the day. My little love comes upstairs, puts the bandage on her toe and proceeds to tell me that she has to go back downstairs to throw away the wrapper when there is a trash right there in the laundry room that I tell her she can put it in. Well no. That was not what she wanted so tears, big, fat tears are streaming down her face and she is getting that hiccuping crying because she is so upset that I made her throw away the wrapper upstairs and not downstairs like she wanted to. I realize it would have been easier to let her go down and throw it away in the kitchen but it was already 8:40, well past bed time and I wasn't giving in and she was obviously exhausted and needed to go right into bed. I put her in, cuddled for a few and she finally did stop with the crying and went to sleep but by the time I got downstairs to get ready for today it was well after 9PM.
So how do you do it? Are your night times filled with this much hectic-ness? Is there a way to transition from the fullness of the days activities into the calmness needed to go to bed without tears? We have had a few tearless nights and Aimee by far is easier to get to bed at night because I think she realizes that "hey, I am tired and those ballet slipper sheets look pretty good right now..." but I think that the terrible 3's are in our midst right now.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Weight Loss War Week #3
So it's that time of the week again to report how the war rages on. Last week I lost a whole pound. It wasn't quite the result I wanted to see but in past times I had found that I typically gain after a large loss so I am taking it and moving on. This week has proved more challenging to me to get in my workouts and for some reason to eat as well as I would like. I have figured out I am a stress eater. How I fix it is still to be determined. I recognize it and I admit it but I still need to stop it. I think I have reduced the amounts I cram into my mouth, but I still do cram some in during times of stress.
The week for me started with Gary working last Saturday morning which prevented me from going to the gym in the early AM like I wanted. I had a full day with birthday party for Aimee to go to and Gary and I had date night scheduled so I knew the morning was my only chance at a workout. So I popped in my Biggest Loser Boot camp DVD that I borrowed from the library and pumped and burned with past season contestants. I called it a day and went on. Sunday I did make it to the gym to run my 3.5 miles and it was all good.
Monday things got slippery. I went to pick up a double jogging stroller that I found on Craigslist so that I can start taking the girls on walks around the neighborhood, but it was out in Concord, MA. Since starting my scour weeks ago for this elusive stroller I decided that I was going to make the trek and then go to work afterwards in Cambridge because while Concord is far from Norwell it is not far from Cambridge so that was my reasoning. Suffice to say I did not get into work until well after 10AM and I just didn't think it was a good idea to head to the workout room at noontime with only two hours of work under my belt. So I worked through lunch to make up my tardiness and I headed home and got in just after 6:30. So no workout Monday.
Tuesday I had good intentions but they all fell to crap because my head was pounding from what I can only imagine was allergies. Apparently Juniper is very high lately and every time I hear it mentioned on the news I tend to have a headache. So I am self diagnosing and saying I am allergic to Juniper. Tuesday shot.
Wednesday I got up at the crack of dawn, rolled into my workout clothes and headed into work. The construction of the Neponset Bridge has proved really good at lengthening my commute so I get up at 5AM and have everything pre-packed the night before so that on Wednesdays Gary stays home with the girls in the AM and I meet up with him at 1PM and get them from him. Anyway, I went to work, ran my 3.5 miles and called my workout done. So Wednesday was good. Until...night time. Aimee complained her belly hurt after she came in from playing outside with Nicole. I figured that since she isn't good about knowing the telltale signs of intestinal gas and or bathroom necessity as reasons for the discomfort I chalked it up to her having an impending bathroom break. And not having monitored any of her intake that day since I don't see her until 3PM when I pick her up from preschool, I noticed she didn't want dinner and at about 8PM I saw the contents of her stomach all over my living room floor. So she was definitely not up to par which meant that Thursday was not going to be on schedule.
Thursday morning we got up and all seemed fine. No more evidence of the stomach ailments that had plagued Aimee the night before. So I sat her down with some Gatorade and some toast with jelly and watched her. Seemed like it was just something she ate that affected her so we were on with our normal routine after all until an explosive bathroom visit. So I decided not to subject the little kids at daycare to any potential germs though I suspected it was due to an overindulgence the day before. But Nicole went to daycare, I stayed home with Aimee to monitor progress and she was fine so she went off to school at 12:30 but that meant I had to catch up on work I missed so I was again unable to hit the gym.
That brings us to today. We're off for a walk in the neighborhood with my Craigslist find and I hope to hit the gym later on after Aimee's dancing lessons. The rest of the weekend is up in the air for plans but I do plan to get a few gym visits in there.
I haven't seen a ton of progress but I was able to put on a pair of Capri pants that didn't fit me so well last summer and wear them comfortably. Of course they did fit comfortably the summer prior to that but small steps here. My first mini goal is to get under 200 lbs which I haven't seen in about 5 years since I was pregnant with Aimee. I am just over a bag of flour away from that and hopefully I can keep things in tact for the next few days to see another loss on Monday.
The week for me started with Gary working last Saturday morning which prevented me from going to the gym in the early AM like I wanted. I had a full day with birthday party for Aimee to go to and Gary and I had date night scheduled so I knew the morning was my only chance at a workout. So I popped in my Biggest Loser Boot camp DVD that I borrowed from the library and pumped and burned with past season contestants. I called it a day and went on. Sunday I did make it to the gym to run my 3.5 miles and it was all good.
Monday things got slippery. I went to pick up a double jogging stroller that I found on Craigslist so that I can start taking the girls on walks around the neighborhood, but it was out in Concord, MA. Since starting my scour weeks ago for this elusive stroller I decided that I was going to make the trek and then go to work afterwards in Cambridge because while Concord is far from Norwell it is not far from Cambridge so that was my reasoning. Suffice to say I did not get into work until well after 10AM and I just didn't think it was a good idea to head to the workout room at noontime with only two hours of work under my belt. So I worked through lunch to make up my tardiness and I headed home and got in just after 6:30. So no workout Monday.
Tuesday I had good intentions but they all fell to crap because my head was pounding from what I can only imagine was allergies. Apparently Juniper is very high lately and every time I hear it mentioned on the news I tend to have a headache. So I am self diagnosing and saying I am allergic to Juniper. Tuesday shot.
Wednesday I got up at the crack of dawn, rolled into my workout clothes and headed into work. The construction of the Neponset Bridge has proved really good at lengthening my commute so I get up at 5AM and have everything pre-packed the night before so that on Wednesdays Gary stays home with the girls in the AM and I meet up with him at 1PM and get them from him. Anyway, I went to work, ran my 3.5 miles and called my workout done. So Wednesday was good. Until...night time. Aimee complained her belly hurt after she came in from playing outside with Nicole. I figured that since she isn't good about knowing the telltale signs of intestinal gas and or bathroom necessity as reasons for the discomfort I chalked it up to her having an impending bathroom break. And not having monitored any of her intake that day since I don't see her until 3PM when I pick her up from preschool, I noticed she didn't want dinner and at about 8PM I saw the contents of her stomach all over my living room floor. So she was definitely not up to par which meant that Thursday was not going to be on schedule.
Thursday morning we got up and all seemed fine. No more evidence of the stomach ailments that had plagued Aimee the night before. So I sat her down with some Gatorade and some toast with jelly and watched her. Seemed like it was just something she ate that affected her so we were on with our normal routine after all until an explosive bathroom visit. So I decided not to subject the little kids at daycare to any potential germs though I suspected it was due to an overindulgence the day before. But Nicole went to daycare, I stayed home with Aimee to monitor progress and she was fine so she went off to school at 12:30 but that meant I had to catch up on work I missed so I was again unable to hit the gym.
That brings us to today. We're off for a walk in the neighborhood with my Craigslist find and I hope to hit the gym later on after Aimee's dancing lessons. The rest of the weekend is up in the air for plans but I do plan to get a few gym visits in there.
I haven't seen a ton of progress but I was able to put on a pair of Capri pants that didn't fit me so well last summer and wear them comfortably. Of course they did fit comfortably the summer prior to that but small steps here. My first mini goal is to get under 200 lbs which I haven't seen in about 5 years since I was pregnant with Aimee. I am just over a bag of flour away from that and hopefully I can keep things in tact for the next few days to see another loss on Monday.
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