I try to be as transparent as possible in my blog, sometimes it's hard, as it often sounds like I'm complaining rather than just talking through things in my head and releasing them on paper. And sometimes I just sound pure crazy. I have been a journal-er my entire life. In 6th grade our English Teacher required us to write, which I hated then, but eventually realized how easy it was to just get it out - on paper and then it was over! Well, in most cases it was over. After re-reading some old journal entries, I actually lied in them, yup, lied, I don't know why. I always wanted to be cooler than I was so I often made things up to make myself sound cooler, but...no one read it but me, so I was trying to fool myself? Delusional I am. I've often thought about sharing some of my old poems and journal entries and stories that I wrote as a pre-teen/teen because some of them are hilarious (not ha-ha funny but 'I feel sorry for that girl' funny.)
In a recent conversation with my husband I actually said "I'm in a constant state between denial and delusional." The good news, I've actually gotten past guilt. I'm not sure what's better, denial and delusion or guilt. All seem to lead to one common place - I have no will power. Okay, that doesn't even make sense, AT ALL! But the truth is, I'm beginning to really dislike myself (I'm currently working on deleting hate from my vocabulary, we were never allowed to say it as kids and I just don't like the word), I'm not myself at all anymore. I haven't been able to finish a blog post in a long time, I delete my facebook status updates probably 10 times a day without ever posting them, I am DREADING the idea of going to church tomorrow and then a picnic after because I can't get away with wearing sweat pants or gym shorts and a baggie stained t-shirt. I actually have to put on jeans and a nice top. I don't have one pair of shorts or capri's that fit me so I have to wear jeans everywhere, which, in case you don't know the entire country is having an insane heat wave. And most of the shirts I own are also slightly too small. And let's not even talk about nursing bras, which are usually the most comfortable bras on the planet, nope, not at all, it makes me look like I have three sets of back boobs... And, YES, I'm too cheap to buy any new stuff, and well, we're a very big family on one income so my clothes needs are usually the last ones taken care of.
Just the other day my husband took a picture of me and my gorgeous baby girl, which should be a good thing, it's not. I'm so great at taking 'self portraits'. I mean I should get paid for it, it's one of my best talents. So I can make myself look pretty amazing, but, I was at a bad angle and well, my face was HUGE! I honestly looked like a gorilla, that is how huge my face looked. I think I had probably 2 side chins. Even my eyebrows looked fat, I was purely disgusted by it. I know, I know, I'm being really hard on myself and I'm a 'pretty' girl, but it's gotten beyond looks at this point. I have zero confidence, zero motivation, zero energy, zero lots of things. And I think about how terrible I feel (and look) that it consumes me, all the time. I'm either thinking about food or thinking about how I can avoid working out.
The working out, isn't actually the hard part to me, yes, it sucks working out when I have lists and lists of things to do or I have one more kid crying or whining while I'm trying to work out, but I can typically get at least a 30 minute work out in 5 days a week. I would like to be a jogger/runner again, so that is the hard part, most of my working out has to be inside because I have my kids 24/7, but whatever a work out is a work out. The eating, it's the eating that's really doing me in. I eat, all the time. I tell people "I'm just so hungry", it's not really true. Yes, I am hungrier than I used to be and nursing does make women hungrier than normal, but I'm really not as hungry as I like to tell people. I'm not really sure if I'm bored (which seems completely impossible), or I'm stressed or what I am. I don't know why I do it, I don't know why I can't walk past the pantry without eating a cookie. Yes, get the out of the house, would make perfect sense, but I also believe that I need to learn to do this in the midst of temptation and just life.
So, that's where I'm at, I slowly keep gaining weight, I quit weighing myself a couple weeks ago because I thought I had an okay week and gained 4 pounds - which equals about 14,000 EXTRA calories that week, which is totally impossible (and that's if I did no exercise, which I did work out that week....so....) and it destroyed any bit of confidence I was starting to feel. I'm getting jigglier, which is so gross, my clothes look terrible, even my 'go to' fat clothes looks hideous right now. I even gave up wearing make up unless at church because I've lost pretty much every ounce of confidence I've ever had. I really don't know what to do....I dont' want to give up, this I know but it almost seems like I have without actually saying I have.
I do know this, there will be quite possibly FOUR super important people I love soooo much getting married in the next 3 months to 18 months (give or take) and the thought of looking like this makes me want to tell each of them that I cant' be in their weddings (I've always wanted to be in a wedding!!!) so....do you think that realization made me do something different today? No... WHY?!? UGH!
P.S. My husband would be proud, I just hit the 'spell check' and not one word was spelled wrong. I guess it's a good thing there's not a grammar check!
Saturday, June 30, 2012
Sunday, June 10, 2012
What Can I Do?
I feel like I am busy all day long and absolutely nothing gets done. This, apparently, is very normal for moms. This sort of chaos those puts me in a little bit of a panic, which causes anxiety, which often causes me to eat more. Yes, I am an emotional eater, no ifs, ands or buts about it. There is never NOT a reason to eat as far as I'm concerned. We are now a month from when I "decided" that I was going to gift myself the present of a healthy person, nope, haven't done it. This is probably the one thing in life I should quit procrastinating. (Procrastination is another one of those skills I'm amazing at, like changing the subject and crying on command.)
I did, hurray me, give up diet soda/aspartame. After I gave it up, I officially became a coffee drinker. I have two cups every morning, with creamer (duh! How do people drink it without creamer?). And then water the rest of the day. After the initial 4 - 6 days of getting all the junk out of my body I felt better. Then I desperately needed caffeine and I "relapsed". I felt like crap for another couple days, I almost immediately got a headache and I even noticed a change in behavior of Josie (remember, she's being nursed). She wasn't sleeping as well during the day and just plain fussy. So, I stopped drinking it again. Then I gave myself the leniency to drink regular soda, which not only is loaded with calories but is not exactly good for me. But, after drinking a couple of those, I could just feel the yuck in my body and have only had one soda (regular) in probably 5 days and no diet soda for at least 12 days. I'd love to say "I feel like a million bucks!" But, first, I have no idea what a million bucks feels like. And when people say this, do they mean the actual physical FEEL of the dollars or do they mean it like personified or do they mean what it would feel like to OWN a million bucks? And second, I still want soda, until I remember the headaches and what not and then decide I don't. The only drinking water thing is sort of getting to me (let's be honest, water is boring and I don't exactly like any of those flavor things for water). I do sometimes have tea, but it's really just water with leaves boiled into it...still boring....
I have been exercising at least 4 days a weeks. Sometimes a 45 minute walk, sometimes a 25 minute all body work out. Nothing to write home about (ha). But, at least I'm doing something.
So, let's recap. 8+ years ago I gave up smoking, cold turkey. Not a side effect (well, unless you count the million pounds I put on...yeah, okay, so one side effect). I quit drinking diet soda, which I honestly never thought I'd give up, I thought I'd just cut back and that's as far as it would go. But, I cannot stop myself from eating pretty much everything I see and then some. How is this possible? I get it, somewhat, that food is actually a necessary evil. I have to eat to survive, I do not have to smoke or drink soda to survive. But, I do not have to eat 1823901283 cookies to survive, at least, as far as I know I don't.
And this morning I was thinking about evolution, which I don't believe, and here is my reason why. (Well, there's a lot of reasons, but here's the one I will discuss right now, which is not backed by any scientific fact - shocked?) If we have an obesity epidemic in our society, why are there not callouses in our inner thighs? Yup, that's right, this would totally avoid the 'chub rub', the chafing. Or..OMG, will I eventually develop a callous? Will I be like 80 and have inner thigh callouses cause they've been rubbing together for so dang long?! EEK!
Luckily I have a friend at church, who's been so super supportive and encouraging. She's lost weight, twice actually (after her last two kids), and she's full of energy and life and has recently quit smoking too! And she texts me pretty much everyday to remind me to work out. She's never judgy and always encouraging, it's been great. And when I text her that I did before she texts me so always very proud of me. I never thought this was something I'd like, but it's been very helpful.
So, now, we combat the food and how do we do that? With the grace and mercy of God alone!
I did, hurray me, give up diet soda/aspartame. After I gave it up, I officially became a coffee drinker. I have two cups every morning, with creamer (duh! How do people drink it without creamer?). And then water the rest of the day. After the initial 4 - 6 days of getting all the junk out of my body I felt better. Then I desperately needed caffeine and I "relapsed". I felt like crap for another couple days, I almost immediately got a headache and I even noticed a change in behavior of Josie (remember, she's being nursed). She wasn't sleeping as well during the day and just plain fussy. So, I stopped drinking it again. Then I gave myself the leniency to drink regular soda, which not only is loaded with calories but is not exactly good for me. But, after drinking a couple of those, I could just feel the yuck in my body and have only had one soda (regular) in probably 5 days and no diet soda for at least 12 days. I'd love to say "I feel like a million bucks!" But, first, I have no idea what a million bucks feels like. And when people say this, do they mean the actual physical FEEL of the dollars or do they mean it like personified or do they mean what it would feel like to OWN a million bucks? And second, I still want soda, until I remember the headaches and what not and then decide I don't. The only drinking water thing is sort of getting to me (let's be honest, water is boring and I don't exactly like any of those flavor things for water). I do sometimes have tea, but it's really just water with leaves boiled into it...still boring....
I have been exercising at least 4 days a weeks. Sometimes a 45 minute walk, sometimes a 25 minute all body work out. Nothing to write home about (ha). But, at least I'm doing something.
So, let's recap. 8+ years ago I gave up smoking, cold turkey. Not a side effect (well, unless you count the million pounds I put on...yeah, okay, so one side effect). I quit drinking diet soda, which I honestly never thought I'd give up, I thought I'd just cut back and that's as far as it would go. But, I cannot stop myself from eating pretty much everything I see and then some. How is this possible? I get it, somewhat, that food is actually a necessary evil. I have to eat to survive, I do not have to smoke or drink soda to survive. But, I do not have to eat 1823901283 cookies to survive, at least, as far as I know I don't.
And this morning I was thinking about evolution, which I don't believe, and here is my reason why. (Well, there's a lot of reasons, but here's the one I will discuss right now, which is not backed by any scientific fact - shocked?) If we have an obesity epidemic in our society, why are there not callouses in our inner thighs? Yup, that's right, this would totally avoid the 'chub rub', the chafing. Or..OMG, will I eventually develop a callous? Will I be like 80 and have inner thigh callouses cause they've been rubbing together for so dang long?! EEK!
Luckily I have a friend at church, who's been so super supportive and encouraging. She's lost weight, twice actually (after her last two kids), and she's full of energy and life and has recently quit smoking too! And she texts me pretty much everyday to remind me to work out. She's never judgy and always encouraging, it's been great. And when I text her that I did before she texts me so always very proud of me. I never thought this was something I'd like, but it's been very helpful.
So, now, we combat the food and how do we do that? With the grace and mercy of God alone!
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Run Way Walk and Skinny Clothes
I hesitate posting about losing weight again. Why? Well, because even though I didn't FAIL last time, I can seriously under quota. If it was a job, I would have fired myself. It may seem all fun and games and like I'm all open and what not, but it's nerve wracking putting myself out there like this and letting it all hang out...literally...sometimes.
It all starts the same, I feel motivated and even happy about getting healthy, I'm excited, I dream about how my life will be when I'm all thin and amazing. Well, the truth is, outside of wearing smaller clothes, feeling more confident and spending less money on groceries, my actual life will pretty much be the same. I will still feel crazy some days with my children, I will still have the same amazing husband, I will still probably have those 5 annoying hairs that keep popping up on my chin and yup, I will still wear my hair in a pony tail pretty much every day (much to the dismay of my husband).
So, about a month ago, I decided it was time to give up the diet soda, basically give up aspartame in general. I've known for years it was terrible for me, I mean TERRIBLE for me, google it (I wouldn't normally tell anyone to google things because it can be scary and misleading but look it up, or better yet, ask your doctor or a nutritionist). So, what do most junkies do when they are giving up something? They binge, and that's what I did, yup, my husband even sort of called me out on it. I drank all the diet dr pepper in the house and even went and bought a few diet pepsi. My thoughts, I will end on May 1st, this will be my birthday present to myself, the best gift I could give myself. I started to prep myself for this, encouraging myself, telling myself how amazing I'm going to feel, speaking to my body, putting out positive words for myself. Well, I ran out of diet soda before May 1st. At first, I thought, "OMG, I'm going to get another 12 pack, I DESERVE this before I officially give it up." WRONG, what my body deserves is health, period, point blank. I mean, I have to be realistic and take all of this one step at a time. I'm a nursing mom, I can't expect to drop my calories to 1200 a day and not be completely starving, plus it'll drop my milk supply, so that would be pretty stupid. But what I CAN do is get rid of some crap I'm eating and drinking and go for some walks.
So I went for a walk today, as I've done now a few times. I'm not quite 8 weeks from a c section and tubal ligation (as a note, it hurts WAY worse to get both at the same time, than just one or the other, but of course, it's the smartest thing to do when you are DONE having kids, as I am), so anyway, I still get sore, often. I don't have pain meds left, I'm honestly afraid my doctor will think I'm a junky if I ask for another prescription (I mean I am a diet soda junky, is that like the gateway drug to prescription pain med addiction?). I put on my headphones, found my favorites list, which needs some major updating and editing, but I did. I found angry 90's white boy music and shameful Pop music, my two favorite genres to walk/jog too and it was great. Then, I did what I always do when I'm walking, I pretending I was practicing my run way walk for when I try out for America's Next Top Model "Old, Overweight and Short-ish" Season. Sounds plausible. I haven't quite figured out if anyone outside of my head knows what I'm doing but I pretty much don't care. Oh and I've never walked in heels, so this season of AMTM would also have to be no heels needed, of course. The walk felt great, at first, by the end of it I was pretty sore, but I did it, and it's the small things right now. I went further than normal and decided to "engage my core", that was, obviously, ripped opened just 8 weeks ago, ouch! I live in a gorgeous subdivision. I do wish I could walk completely around our lake, but I can't. But probably the worst thing about it is that so many people let their dogs run wild. I do like dogs, and maybe one day I will own one, but I do not love strange dogs running at me barking like they are gonna bite my legs off. Today however, all the dogs were well behaved and I'm beginning to figure out what houses have crazy dogs and which ones just have dogs who lay there.
I also decided to go through my closet about a week ago, it's been maternity clothes and baggy clothes for a while now, plus each time I go through it I find more stuff to get rid of, and I LOVE LOVE to declutter, I don't necessarily like cleaning but getting rid of stuff makes me super happy! So I pull two tubs marked "seasonal clothes" which...should be marked "too small for you". These clothes range from my skinniest, to clothes that are JUST below when I am now and in my head I feel like I should be in them "any minute". There's been times when I've looked at my skinny clothes (and not so skinny clothes) and just been sad, but today I was excited to see them, to remind myself of how dang cute they are and tell them that I will see them soon. So, I asked my husband to pull up my 'skinny' pictures, which he did. They did not depress me, as they normally do. I didn't think "oh, I will never see you again" I actually got excited to see where I was headed. And I reminsced about what I did when I was wearing what outfit and I actually remember thinking did my torso get longer in the last 10 years? Or did I seriously wear shirts this short? I kept some of them, I'm not sure why. Things are in totally different places now...
Here's a disturbing revelation I had: Um, I have NO style or any remote sense of fashion for when I do have to buy new clothes. I've spend the last 4 1/2 years being a stay at home mom so I rarely wear anything outside of yoga pants and a tshirt and before then my favorite thing to wear was jeans, a tank top and flip flops, that's it (which will still be my favorite thing and probably more than half of the $1000 my husband promised I could spend as a reward to myself will go to that, but I mean beyond that). So, I've asked my brothers girlfriend to help me out, she is always dressed so great, she has style. She said we could just go now and get new clothes, I had to let her know, that if we did that she'd quickly find me in the dressing room, crying, in a corner sucking my thumb. It's the truth. I have one pair of jeans that are the biggest size I've ever had to buy, it's the only one of two pairs of jeans that fit me, well, any pants beyond yoga pants. I have NO intention of buying another pair of jeans that size - EVER!
Today, being the day before Mother's Day, I had a couple dollars at Kohl's to spend, so we decided to go. We had all three kids with us, we had them out all morning going to garage sales, we had already stopped at Target and we still needed to stop at Aldi and Kroger...so...they did not do so great, but we made it. So I had on my biggest jeans, and was just planning on getting a shirt or even a pair of shoes, but I found a few pair of jeans on the clearance rack and decided "what the heck" and tried on a pair 2 sizes smaller than what I had on...which I remember getting at Kohl's. They were stretch jeans and a little long, but to my surprise they fit! I couldn't even believe it...they are SLIGHTLY snug, but 'second day jeans' are always the best anyway. (Let me quickly explain 'second day jeans' - well, it's exactly what it says. The second day you wear a pair of jeans, to me, they are always more comfortable - always, even when I was thin, more comfortable!). So, anyway. I decide to go to the Junior's department (I was in misses - I figure I'm 32 now, I should probably stop shopping in the Junior's department - okay - maybe - one day...who knows.). I pick up a bunch of other jeans on the clearance rack, one number bigger (junior's are odd numbers, misses are even numbers) and I couldn't get them over my booty! WHAT?! Stupid clothes. Luckily, I had already tried on the other pair so I was way less traumatized as I would have been. I thought, "I'm going home and gonna try on all my clothes this size and the bigger size". Then I talked myself out of it...smart move. I did try on a dress that I had at home, wasn't pretty but, again, not traumatizing.
I honestly can't be the only woman traumatized when trying on clothes? Even skinny girls have to go through things when they try on clothes, not all clothes are made for all body types. I guess, at least they can find sizes that fit at pretty much every store, but I cant' imagine the same thing that looks good on a girl with curves looks as good as a girl without. Or clothes than look good on girls with long legs (not me) look good on girls with short legs. So, I'm sure we ALL have moments. And here's another thing, mens sizes are ALWAYS the same. When it says 32 in one brand, it's 32 in another brand, it's not a guess, guys can fit in 32's in any brand. Nope, not girls if it says 10 in one brand, you might have to buy a 12 or 14 in another brand for a pair of jeans or maybe on those good days (as I had today) you can wear an 8 (no, not the size I bought today....I wish)! I think in the UK all sizes are done how the mens' are here in the US, which I hope means there's no guessing!
The rambling is out of control tonight!
It all starts the same, I feel motivated and even happy about getting healthy, I'm excited, I dream about how my life will be when I'm all thin and amazing. Well, the truth is, outside of wearing smaller clothes, feeling more confident and spending less money on groceries, my actual life will pretty much be the same. I will still feel crazy some days with my children, I will still have the same amazing husband, I will still probably have those 5 annoying hairs that keep popping up on my chin and yup, I will still wear my hair in a pony tail pretty much every day (much to the dismay of my husband).
So, about a month ago, I decided it was time to give up the diet soda, basically give up aspartame in general. I've known for years it was terrible for me, I mean TERRIBLE for me, google it (I wouldn't normally tell anyone to google things because it can be scary and misleading but look it up, or better yet, ask your doctor or a nutritionist). So, what do most junkies do when they are giving up something? They binge, and that's what I did, yup, my husband even sort of called me out on it. I drank all the diet dr pepper in the house and even went and bought a few diet pepsi. My thoughts, I will end on May 1st, this will be my birthday present to myself, the best gift I could give myself. I started to prep myself for this, encouraging myself, telling myself how amazing I'm going to feel, speaking to my body, putting out positive words for myself. Well, I ran out of diet soda before May 1st. At first, I thought, "OMG, I'm going to get another 12 pack, I DESERVE this before I officially give it up." WRONG, what my body deserves is health, period, point blank. I mean, I have to be realistic and take all of this one step at a time. I'm a nursing mom, I can't expect to drop my calories to 1200 a day and not be completely starving, plus it'll drop my milk supply, so that would be pretty stupid. But what I CAN do is get rid of some crap I'm eating and drinking and go for some walks.
So I went for a walk today, as I've done now a few times. I'm not quite 8 weeks from a c section and tubal ligation (as a note, it hurts WAY worse to get both at the same time, than just one or the other, but of course, it's the smartest thing to do when you are DONE having kids, as I am), so anyway, I still get sore, often. I don't have pain meds left, I'm honestly afraid my doctor will think I'm a junky if I ask for another prescription (I mean I am a diet soda junky, is that like the gateway drug to prescription pain med addiction?). I put on my headphones, found my favorites list, which needs some major updating and editing, but I did. I found angry 90's white boy music and shameful Pop music, my two favorite genres to walk/jog too and it was great. Then, I did what I always do when I'm walking, I pretending I was practicing my run way walk for when I try out for America's Next Top Model "Old, Overweight and Short-ish" Season. Sounds plausible. I haven't quite figured out if anyone outside of my head knows what I'm doing but I pretty much don't care. Oh and I've never walked in heels, so this season of AMTM would also have to be no heels needed, of course. The walk felt great, at first, by the end of it I was pretty sore, but I did it, and it's the small things right now. I went further than normal and decided to "engage my core", that was, obviously, ripped opened just 8 weeks ago, ouch! I live in a gorgeous subdivision. I do wish I could walk completely around our lake, but I can't. But probably the worst thing about it is that so many people let their dogs run wild. I do like dogs, and maybe one day I will own one, but I do not love strange dogs running at me barking like they are gonna bite my legs off. Today however, all the dogs were well behaved and I'm beginning to figure out what houses have crazy dogs and which ones just have dogs who lay there.
I also decided to go through my closet about a week ago, it's been maternity clothes and baggy clothes for a while now, plus each time I go through it I find more stuff to get rid of, and I LOVE LOVE to declutter, I don't necessarily like cleaning but getting rid of stuff makes me super happy! So I pull two tubs marked "seasonal clothes" which...should be marked "too small for you". These clothes range from my skinniest, to clothes that are JUST below when I am now and in my head I feel like I should be in them "any minute". There's been times when I've looked at my skinny clothes (and not so skinny clothes) and just been sad, but today I was excited to see them, to remind myself of how dang cute they are and tell them that I will see them soon. So, I asked my husband to pull up my 'skinny' pictures, which he did. They did not depress me, as they normally do. I didn't think "oh, I will never see you again" I actually got excited to see where I was headed. And I reminsced about what I did when I was wearing what outfit and I actually remember thinking did my torso get longer in the last 10 years? Or did I seriously wear shirts this short? I kept some of them, I'm not sure why. Things are in totally different places now...
Here's a disturbing revelation I had: Um, I have NO style or any remote sense of fashion for when I do have to buy new clothes. I've spend the last 4 1/2 years being a stay at home mom so I rarely wear anything outside of yoga pants and a tshirt and before then my favorite thing to wear was jeans, a tank top and flip flops, that's it (which will still be my favorite thing and probably more than half of the $1000 my husband promised I could spend as a reward to myself will go to that, but I mean beyond that). So, I've asked my brothers girlfriend to help me out, she is always dressed so great, she has style. She said we could just go now and get new clothes, I had to let her know, that if we did that she'd quickly find me in the dressing room, crying, in a corner sucking my thumb. It's the truth. I have one pair of jeans that are the biggest size I've ever had to buy, it's the only one of two pairs of jeans that fit me, well, any pants beyond yoga pants. I have NO intention of buying another pair of jeans that size - EVER!
Today, being the day before Mother's Day, I had a couple dollars at Kohl's to spend, so we decided to go. We had all three kids with us, we had them out all morning going to garage sales, we had already stopped at Target and we still needed to stop at Aldi and Kroger...so...they did not do so great, but we made it. So I had on my biggest jeans, and was just planning on getting a shirt or even a pair of shoes, but I found a few pair of jeans on the clearance rack and decided "what the heck" and tried on a pair 2 sizes smaller than what I had on...which I remember getting at Kohl's. They were stretch jeans and a little long, but to my surprise they fit! I couldn't even believe it...they are SLIGHTLY snug, but 'second day jeans' are always the best anyway. (Let me quickly explain 'second day jeans' - well, it's exactly what it says. The second day you wear a pair of jeans, to me, they are always more comfortable - always, even when I was thin, more comfortable!). So, anyway. I decide to go to the Junior's department (I was in misses - I figure I'm 32 now, I should probably stop shopping in the Junior's department - okay - maybe - one day...who knows.). I pick up a bunch of other jeans on the clearance rack, one number bigger (junior's are odd numbers, misses are even numbers) and I couldn't get them over my booty! WHAT?! Stupid clothes. Luckily, I had already tried on the other pair so I was way less traumatized as I would have been. I thought, "I'm going home and gonna try on all my clothes this size and the bigger size". Then I talked myself out of it...smart move. I did try on a dress that I had at home, wasn't pretty but, again, not traumatizing.
I honestly can't be the only woman traumatized when trying on clothes? Even skinny girls have to go through things when they try on clothes, not all clothes are made for all body types. I guess, at least they can find sizes that fit at pretty much every store, but I cant' imagine the same thing that looks good on a girl with curves looks as good as a girl without. Or clothes than look good on girls with long legs (not me) look good on girls with short legs. So, I'm sure we ALL have moments. And here's another thing, mens sizes are ALWAYS the same. When it says 32 in one brand, it's 32 in another brand, it's not a guess, guys can fit in 32's in any brand. Nope, not girls if it says 10 in one brand, you might have to buy a 12 or 14 in another brand for a pair of jeans or maybe on those good days (as I had today) you can wear an 8 (no, not the size I bought today....I wish)! I think in the UK all sizes are done how the mens' are here in the US, which I hope means there's no guessing!
The rambling is out of control tonight!
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Disappointment and Excuses
I turned 32 on Sunday, so as a gift to myself I was I decided I was going to get healthy. Okay, I've been "deciding" this for YEARS and haven't gotten far, so I'm not sure why I keep picking these moments that I think will change something in my head. I'm not sure where the connection between "yes, I'm going to do this" and putting in the hard work fails, miserably.
So, I didn't get a chance to weigh in before I started so I probably won't weigh in tomorrow. I have another doctors appointment next week and they always weigh me, so I'll just see what happened since the last time I was there and go from there.
Obviously being disappointed in myself I would like to now just get my excuses out of the way, because I have plenty of them.
I just had a baby, not "just" but just. She's 8 1/2 weeks old. It was my third c section and I had a tubal ligation (which, if you don't know will make your c/s a million times more painful to recover from...if you want to know what they do for a tubal ligation during a c/s, just ask, but I won't gross everyone out.) I feel fully recovered in that area, even though I do get sore if I push it, but nothing that I can't handle. She doesn't have a schedule yet. She does sleep at least 6 hours straight at night, but goes to bed at different times. And sometimes she sleeps 8 or 9 hours and sometimes it takes her an hour to go back to sleep after waking up. Sometimes she'll go back to sleep for another couple hours, sometimes for just an hour or less. So, it makes it somewhat difficult to get up first thing in the morning, go for a walk and get my breakfast eaten.
I'm nursing, now this doesn't sound like a legitimate excuse, but here's the deal. First, Josie had thrush, second I got mastitis, and then I gave myself food poisoning. And through the mastitis I've become insanely sore while nursing, but that's not really an excuse not to lose weight, although it does make me sedentary more than I'd prefer to be. Nursing can burn up to 500 calories a day, which is positive right? Well, it also makes me so crazy hungry.
I know it's important when you cut calories to eat slower. Well, when breakfast, lunch and dinner are eaten with a crying baby, I literally inhale my food. She's such a great baby, but for whatever reason she knows when I'm eating and wants to wake up and me to hold her. Or she wants to eat again, so my food is either eaten really fast, or eaten cold and an hour or so after I want to eat it. Yes, ideally, I'd like to have breakfast by 9, lunch by 12, snack at 3, dinner by 6/6:30 and then a snack around 9. That NEVER happens, sometimes I don't even eat dinner until 9 and I know how terrible that is.
Yes, I could have taken the last 30 minutes I sat here writing to do some push ups, or plank (gotta get my back stronger) or cleaning (which burns some calories) or whatever, but do I not deserve anytime to do my own things? Or, sit the solution, making exercise and preparing good meals my 'own thing'? Maybe I've just answered my own dilemna. Plus, Josie's only sort of sleeping in the swing, there's always this thing that I hate getting started on something and then getting interrupted and let's be honest, Josie is not the only kid I have around here. The other two are still as needy as ever.
I will say that I have given up aspartame, well, as much of it as I can. I dont' drink diet soda anymore and I gave up all those Crystal Light type stuff. I drink a lot of water, like pretty much that's it. I have been drinking two cups of coffee a day, but I somehow broke the coffee pot, so the last two day it's been only water. I thought this was supposed to make you feel full and keep my energy up and all these things, I've got none of that...none!
I, by no means, regret my decision to have another baby, or to have three babies. If I have to use the word regret, I'd just say I regret this weight ever coming on me again after I lost it nine or ten years ago. And when I was losing some of it after I had Isaac and then just for whatever reason giving up and putting it all back on.
Does anyone know what "THAT" is? You know the connection that makes it such a strong desire in your head and even in my heart, but I can't pull it out in my daily life? How I make it my priority? So, what do I do now? I'm 100% disappointed in my first week and I have excuses to last for the next 6 months at least....
I thought knowing that I have no clothes that fit me would also be enough to get me moving. Nope! I have two pair of pants (other than my lazy pants) that fit. A pair of 'skinny' jeans (why do they even call them these, they are huge), that I'm about a week or two away from chub-rubbing through and then a pair of jeans, they are not great. They are too long, they are the biggest size I've ever had to buy in my life, and I have to wear them too high on my waist, ugh, they are stupid. But those are the only two pants that fit me right now. And as far as shirts go, they are not awesome either. Most of them are too small, the ones that do fit dont' look right with the only pants that fit me, so yeah, that SHOULD be enough to get me off my butt, but it's not. What is that?!?! ugh!
And I need to be 100% realistic, I have kids around and other people living in the house, so I can't exactly just remove all the tempting things from it. This is real life, I have to figure out what is going on that I can't seem to get it togther. I try to motivate myself, read other people's success story, I mean I live with a success story, my husband lost 50 pounds 5+ years ago and has kept it off.
So, what do I do? Keep going? I mean, I'm not really doing anything, there's no "keeping" to laziness, procrastination and eating whatever I want.... I guess the truth is, I won't give up. And if I want to quit complaining about it, I have to DO something about it...right? Complaining will get me no where, only hard work, dedication and will power is going to do anything for me.
So, I didn't get a chance to weigh in before I started so I probably won't weigh in tomorrow. I have another doctors appointment next week and they always weigh me, so I'll just see what happened since the last time I was there and go from there.
Obviously being disappointed in myself I would like to now just get my excuses out of the way, because I have plenty of them.
I just had a baby, not "just" but just. She's 8 1/2 weeks old. It was my third c section and I had a tubal ligation (which, if you don't know will make your c/s a million times more painful to recover from...if you want to know what they do for a tubal ligation during a c/s, just ask, but I won't gross everyone out.) I feel fully recovered in that area, even though I do get sore if I push it, but nothing that I can't handle. She doesn't have a schedule yet. She does sleep at least 6 hours straight at night, but goes to bed at different times. And sometimes she sleeps 8 or 9 hours and sometimes it takes her an hour to go back to sleep after waking up. Sometimes she'll go back to sleep for another couple hours, sometimes for just an hour or less. So, it makes it somewhat difficult to get up first thing in the morning, go for a walk and get my breakfast eaten.
I'm nursing, now this doesn't sound like a legitimate excuse, but here's the deal. First, Josie had thrush, second I got mastitis, and then I gave myself food poisoning. And through the mastitis I've become insanely sore while nursing, but that's not really an excuse not to lose weight, although it does make me sedentary more than I'd prefer to be. Nursing can burn up to 500 calories a day, which is positive right? Well, it also makes me so crazy hungry.
I know it's important when you cut calories to eat slower. Well, when breakfast, lunch and dinner are eaten with a crying baby, I literally inhale my food. She's such a great baby, but for whatever reason she knows when I'm eating and wants to wake up and me to hold her. Or she wants to eat again, so my food is either eaten really fast, or eaten cold and an hour or so after I want to eat it. Yes, ideally, I'd like to have breakfast by 9, lunch by 12, snack at 3, dinner by 6/6:30 and then a snack around 9. That NEVER happens, sometimes I don't even eat dinner until 9 and I know how terrible that is.
Yes, I could have taken the last 30 minutes I sat here writing to do some push ups, or plank (gotta get my back stronger) or cleaning (which burns some calories) or whatever, but do I not deserve anytime to do my own things? Or, sit the solution, making exercise and preparing good meals my 'own thing'? Maybe I've just answered my own dilemna. Plus, Josie's only sort of sleeping in the swing, there's always this thing that I hate getting started on something and then getting interrupted and let's be honest, Josie is not the only kid I have around here. The other two are still as needy as ever.
I will say that I have given up aspartame, well, as much of it as I can. I dont' drink diet soda anymore and I gave up all those Crystal Light type stuff. I drink a lot of water, like pretty much that's it. I have been drinking two cups of coffee a day, but I somehow broke the coffee pot, so the last two day it's been only water. I thought this was supposed to make you feel full and keep my energy up and all these things, I've got none of that...none!
I, by no means, regret my decision to have another baby, or to have three babies. If I have to use the word regret, I'd just say I regret this weight ever coming on me again after I lost it nine or ten years ago. And when I was losing some of it after I had Isaac and then just for whatever reason giving up and putting it all back on.
Does anyone know what "THAT" is? You know the connection that makes it such a strong desire in your head and even in my heart, but I can't pull it out in my daily life? How I make it my priority? So, what do I do now? I'm 100% disappointed in my first week and I have excuses to last for the next 6 months at least....
I thought knowing that I have no clothes that fit me would also be enough to get me moving. Nope! I have two pair of pants (other than my lazy pants) that fit. A pair of 'skinny' jeans (why do they even call them these, they are huge), that I'm about a week or two away from chub-rubbing through and then a pair of jeans, they are not great. They are too long, they are the biggest size I've ever had to buy in my life, and I have to wear them too high on my waist, ugh, they are stupid. But those are the only two pants that fit me right now. And as far as shirts go, they are not awesome either. Most of them are too small, the ones that do fit dont' look right with the only pants that fit me, so yeah, that SHOULD be enough to get me off my butt, but it's not. What is that?!?! ugh!
And I need to be 100% realistic, I have kids around and other people living in the house, so I can't exactly just remove all the tempting things from it. This is real life, I have to figure out what is going on that I can't seem to get it togther. I try to motivate myself, read other people's success story, I mean I live with a success story, my husband lost 50 pounds 5+ years ago and has kept it off.
So, what do I do? Keep going? I mean, I'm not really doing anything, there's no "keeping" to laziness, procrastination and eating whatever I want.... I guess the truth is, I won't give up. And if I want to quit complaining about it, I have to DO something about it...right? Complaining will get me no where, only hard work, dedication and will power is going to do anything for me.
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Josephine Marie and the words I speak
Wow, what a long time since I posted, but my hands are now officially 'runneth over' with children. If you've read my previous posts about how hard it was for me to get pregnant, this is a miracle! Jospehine (Josie) is an amazing baby. She pretty much only cries when she's hungry.
I did figure out that she likes to be swaddled, which is crazy to me, since the other two hated it. Which brings me to the thought that even though I've made three kids with the exact same man, who we are both raising together, our kids are so different. They all look the same and they are all weird, but that's about where their similarities stop.
So, as for all my concerns about my c section and all the yuckiness that came along, prayer worked. (duh!) I only dry heaved a few times, first when they put the IV in and also right after the spinal block. Which is amazing for me. Then the shaking, which is honestly way worse than the vomiting. The shaking was so minimal that I barely noticed it. I think maybe twice I realized it was happening, but again, nothing nuts. The moment of having the announcement "It's a girl!" was so amazing. There's a part of me that wished I always would have waited for all of them, but I dont' regret the decision to find out before! And I would encourage everyone to wait, it's so special. It brought tears to my eyes and I just couldn't wait to love her and hold her.
I remember at one point even thinking if it would be funny to say "ouch" but then thought, well, probably not. Because of course it doesn't hurt, but the "pressure" is so weird, it's hard to explain unless you've had one. I got to hold Josie right away, and as soon as we were back in our room I even sat up a little bit. My sister and sister in law were waiting for us and I got to share a very special moment with them telling them "Meet Josephine Marie"! So great, I loved it! Other than the actual announcement that she was a girl, it was probably my favorite moment ever!!!! It fills my heart with complete joy and love when I think it! We had so many visitors the first day, I was so exhausted, but I'm so glad Josie is so loved!!
I, of course, loved every second of the 4 days in the hospital. And now, I have lost all but 6 pounds of my pregnancy weight. But none of my pre-pregnancy clothes fit very well, as everything is lying in weird places, which takes a few more weeks to fix. I took a very short walk the other day and hurt really bad when I got back. So still waiting a couple more weeks before pushing myself at all. And after hearing how they do a tubal ligation during a c section it makes perfect sense as to why I was way sore for way longer this time (and still am).
Yes, I feel overwhelmed. I feel like there is no time in my day but I get nothing done. I survive on very little, often interrupted sleep and even though I feel tired, it's almost like I don't have time to be tired! But my children are such a blessing in my life. I wouldn't change it.
I know the importance of what I "speak" over my kids but I want to encourage moms (and dads) even more in this area. From the time I found out I was pregnant, every day (and probably more than once) I'd say "you're gonna be the best baby ever" and she honestly is. She's so snugly and sweet and just perfect! I often catch myself saying things to my other kids like "Zoe, you cry EVERY DAY" and "Isaac, you never help unless you want to". I know these are not things I want to speak over my kids, so I need to watch my mouth more. I only want positive things, I only want them to hear me say positive things to them and to other people about them. I want to praise my kids, not bring them down. And, no, I'm not a delusional mom that never uses the word 'no' and my kids are absolutely disciplined, so don't be mislead. Words are just so unbelievably powerful, so I want those powerful words to be uplifting. I don't ever want to say to my kids when they frustrate me "just wait, just wait until you have kids" or "just wait, I hope you have a daughter just like you so you know how hard it is." Nope, never want to say that. And I honestly remember my mom saying it to me, not because she was mean, but probably because she didn't know any better.
I also try to never say "heart problems run in my family" or things of that nature. Without divulging into the Word and really pulling out what it says about these things, just try to think of something you've said. Maybe "I always get stuck behind slow drivers on this road"...does it keep happening? Or "I always break out that time of the month"...does it keep happening? Or "my kid always throws a fit in the store"...does it keep happening? Those two words "always" and "never", as I have seem to noticed, carry some of the most powerful punches. Maybe I can encourage you to just watch your mouth and see if things start changing. I've seen what my positive words do for my children and I've seen what my negative words do. I will no longer call myself fat, I will no longer say how hard it is to lose weight, I will no longer say that I can't fit into clothes that are too small. If I'm really going into this life change change...it's my whole life and my body is just a part of it.
I did figure out that she likes to be swaddled, which is crazy to me, since the other two hated it. Which brings me to the thought that even though I've made three kids with the exact same man, who we are both raising together, our kids are so different. They all look the same and they are all weird, but that's about where their similarities stop.
So, as for all my concerns about my c section and all the yuckiness that came along, prayer worked. (duh!) I only dry heaved a few times, first when they put the IV in and also right after the spinal block. Which is amazing for me. Then the shaking, which is honestly way worse than the vomiting. The shaking was so minimal that I barely noticed it. I think maybe twice I realized it was happening, but again, nothing nuts. The moment of having the announcement "It's a girl!" was so amazing. There's a part of me that wished I always would have waited for all of them, but I dont' regret the decision to find out before! And I would encourage everyone to wait, it's so special. It brought tears to my eyes and I just couldn't wait to love her and hold her.
I remember at one point even thinking if it would be funny to say "ouch" but then thought, well, probably not. Because of course it doesn't hurt, but the "pressure" is so weird, it's hard to explain unless you've had one. I got to hold Josie right away, and as soon as we were back in our room I even sat up a little bit. My sister and sister in law were waiting for us and I got to share a very special moment with them telling them "Meet Josephine Marie"! So great, I loved it! Other than the actual announcement that she was a girl, it was probably my favorite moment ever!!!! It fills my heart with complete joy and love when I think it! We had so many visitors the first day, I was so exhausted, but I'm so glad Josie is so loved!!
I, of course, loved every second of the 4 days in the hospital. And now, I have lost all but 6 pounds of my pregnancy weight. But none of my pre-pregnancy clothes fit very well, as everything is lying in weird places, which takes a few more weeks to fix. I took a very short walk the other day and hurt really bad when I got back. So still waiting a couple more weeks before pushing myself at all. And after hearing how they do a tubal ligation during a c section it makes perfect sense as to why I was way sore for way longer this time (and still am).
Yes, I feel overwhelmed. I feel like there is no time in my day but I get nothing done. I survive on very little, often interrupted sleep and even though I feel tired, it's almost like I don't have time to be tired! But my children are such a blessing in my life. I wouldn't change it.
I know the importance of what I "speak" over my kids but I want to encourage moms (and dads) even more in this area. From the time I found out I was pregnant, every day (and probably more than once) I'd say "you're gonna be the best baby ever" and she honestly is. She's so snugly and sweet and just perfect! I often catch myself saying things to my other kids like "Zoe, you cry EVERY DAY" and "Isaac, you never help unless you want to". I know these are not things I want to speak over my kids, so I need to watch my mouth more. I only want positive things, I only want them to hear me say positive things to them and to other people about them. I want to praise my kids, not bring them down. And, no, I'm not a delusional mom that never uses the word 'no' and my kids are absolutely disciplined, so don't be mislead. Words are just so unbelievably powerful, so I want those powerful words to be uplifting. I don't ever want to say to my kids when they frustrate me "just wait, just wait until you have kids" or "just wait, I hope you have a daughter just like you so you know how hard it is." Nope, never want to say that. And I honestly remember my mom saying it to me, not because she was mean, but probably because she didn't know any better.
I also try to never say "heart problems run in my family" or things of that nature. Without divulging into the Word and really pulling out what it says about these things, just try to think of something you've said. Maybe "I always get stuck behind slow drivers on this road"...does it keep happening? Or "I always break out that time of the month"...does it keep happening? Or "my kid always throws a fit in the store"...does it keep happening? Those two words "always" and "never", as I have seem to noticed, carry some of the most powerful punches. Maybe I can encourage you to just watch your mouth and see if things start changing. I've seen what my positive words do for my children and I've seen what my negative words do. I will no longer call myself fat, I will no longer say how hard it is to lose weight, I will no longer say that I can't fit into clothes that are too small. If I'm really going into this life change change...it's my whole life and my body is just a part of it.
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Pregnancy can be hilarious
I would first like to start with a few things. I am not, by ANY means, complaining about being pregnant. I used to get so bothered by women who complained about being pregnant because it took me so long to have a baby (4 1/2 years with 4 lost babies) and I just always thought "at least you're pregnant". So, even though I'm not one of those people who love being pregnant and I'm sure I have complained about things, I'm so grateful that I can get pregnant and have healthy babies.
Also, I am not trying to scare new moms or whatever, I honestly find these things hilarious.
There are things that happen to your body and your emotions that literally make no sense when you are pregnant. The stretch alone that your stomach has is insane! I mean, as you get toward the end, you actually think you're stomach can't possibly get any bigger and it does.
This phenomenon brings a lot of things with it. First, every organ that has claimed it's space in your gut has now become completely squished. Mostly your lungs and your bladder, those two things seem to take the biggest hit. Secondly, your entire center of gravity is off (this, honestly, is the least of your problems) but don't try anything too crazy, riding a bike (unless it's a stationary bike) is totally out of the question. Third, you cannot paint your toenails, at least not well. And if you do, it's probably something you should do in private because there's nothing pretty about it. I did this today and it was pretty funny. My 4 year old kept asking me why I was grunting. And I actually thought I did a pretty decent job, then put on jellies (I'll get to this soon) and ruined just one toe!!! There's also the problem with picking things up, I'm not sure if I'm just clumsier when I'm pregnant or I just notice more because picking things up has become a huge problem. My 4 year old just asked me if after I have the baby I can start picking up my own stuff because so often he has to do it for me. The best way to explain how you now have to pick up, is to think about a giraffe taking a drink of water from a river. If you can't picture it, just keep thinking about it, you'll figure it out, it's ridiculous.
It will also be hard to do normal things, spit toothpaste out. Why? Because you can't reach the sink as before. Also washing dishes will become somewhat of a task, again because your belly is right at counter height and it forces you to sort of lean over the sink. It's awkward to say the least.
Now, let's talk about something more disgusting...Maybe I'll just leave it like this...You are never done peeing when you think you are. And once you're belly expands to a point that you've never thought possible, wiping...well..it's interesting.
As part of the stomach expanding, I was unwilling to try to put on tennis shoes today, probably because I exhausted all my stretching trying to paint my toenails, so it was warmish, so I grabbed my jellies. It was great to say the least, not only did they somehow mess up ONE toe of my painting job. It really did look like a bunch of pigs trying to escape out of a pig pen. I will not wear these again, I will probably wear flip flops or slippers until the day I give birth.
Nesting: With Zoe I was a nesting fool, with Isaac we didn't have much room to nest. With this one, I go in spurts. One day I will spend the entire day going crazy doing stuff and then the next few days I literally do nothing (there's no such thing when you're a mom). I have written about my to-do list and well I've come to terms with many things on there that will not be getting done, it's fine, I do not feel crazy about it as I did a few weeks ago. The nesting is funny because every mom is different when it comes to what they need to do or how they need to do it and some have no desire to nest whatsoever.
On to the things you start to think about the closer your due date approaches...
1. OMG, will my water break________ (while I'm at church, in the store, in the car, in the bed). You will literally think of it everywhere you go. My water has never broken on it's own, so I'm not sure why being on my third baby I'd be worried about such a thing, but I do.
2. Will I poop when I'm pushing? EVERYONE will think of this, I literally thought of it so much it consumed me when I was pushing with Isaac. If you do, you will probably not even know you did it, don't worry, but it's natural to think about it. And honestly, who cares? Your having a baby, poop wherever you want...
3. Holy crap there's a baby in my shoulder, eye... Okay maybe this one if just me, but if I get a twitch in any other part of my body, my first thought is there is a baby there, for like one second I think it. My kids were all SUPER movers in my belly, like if they weren't kicking they had the hiccups, so when other parts of my body randomly spasm what else am I supposed to think?
4. Is that a contraction? Oh wait, is that a contraction? Is that my mucus plug? Yes, every movement, every Braxton Hick (I have SOOOO many of these), every pinch, twinge, pull, push will making your head spin that you are in labor. This time, it is only mildly amusing to me, because there is so much going on right now that I sort of feel like I cannot go into labor yet. Where typically, since I'm 38 weeks I'd be praying for this baby to get here right now, I'm begging Kiwi to hold out until at least late week....
5. Why is it so flipping hot in here? I mean, can't we just keep the heat off for the entire winter? Why do we even need it? There's so much heat radiating off my body I could probably heat the entire town. And then the hot flashes happen (this is a new one to me) I get this awesome bead of sweat right above my upper lip, and as I'm writing about it, it's happening. The closer I get the more often these things happen.
6. Who am I going to call in the middle of the night? This might not be a problem for you. This isn't exactly funny, and truthfully I have lots of support, but the best support, my mom, isn't here, so I ALWAYS worry about being a bother to people. It's not bothering your own mom, ever, but for everyone else even though they SWEAR it's not, it seems sort of like a bother. However, I do have this covered. But the emotional break down I had the last couple days because of it was unreal. Today, it's funny (the break down, not that my mom is not around)...tomorrow it may happen again (which is sort of funny too).
7. Oh I need to call (for me it's my baby brother, Andy), oh, my phone is in the other room. Guess I'll call tomorrow (repeat everyday). I really need some more water, well, if I wait it out my ice well melt and I can just drink that...
8. This, is probably not funny, but I know that the closer I get to having a baby the more people annoy me. I mean, like really really really annoy me. With that being said, I'm also insanely sentimental when it comes to my husband. I think about how busy he is at work and how I just want him here taking care of me and the kids. I mean last week, had I went into labor on a few specific days, he either wouldn't have been able to be at the hospital at all, or he would have been able to see Kiwi delivered and then he would have had to leave. Not to mention, we didn't have a lot of help for overnights with the other kids so he wouldn't have been able to spend the night at the hospital much, if at all. All of those things combined (with missing my mom) sent me into a two day crying spree. Literally, anything would set me off. And everytime I cried I'd sweat...ha!
This is a much more random thought and probably only pertains to me. I had probably one of the most hilarious conversations ever about the "bottle" you are given after birth. TWO ladies (okay, I'm giving them up, it's my sister in laws) want me to "steal" them one of these bottles. So I often wonder how I'm going to pull this conversation off with my nurses. Should I just be honest? "yes, my sister in laws are ridiculous and would like those squirt bottles, can I get two extra please?" Or...I've thought about this "We do gag gifts for my family for Christmas (true statement but not the right side of the family) and I'd like to use two of those squirt bottles for my gag gifts." Then I've thought about losing my squirt bottle, but is that even really possible? I mean, come on, you're in a hospital room, someone changes the trash, changes your sheets, cooks your meals, (LOVE), it's not exactly easy to just "lose" things. So, I'm still trying to figure out how I'm confiscating two clean squirt bottles, and it's hilarious to think about how I'm going to accomplish this and what's funnier is WHY in the world are my weirdo sister in laws wanting these?!?! Maybe they should just put in a bidet. I honestly think they are wanting one just to see if I can get them and just to embarass me :)
As I loom closer and closer to my "due date". (It's so weird having a due date when I have a scheduled c section. I wont' make it to 40 weeks, because if all else fails they deliver Kiwi at 39 weeks. So it's been so weird when people ask when my due date is, I finally just started saying 39 weeks, it makes more sense). But as I loom closer and closer I feel very overwhelmed. Had we followed my "plan" I would just now be like 8 - 12 weeks pregnant, but God had another plan and I'm honestly grateful. I'm pretty glad I wont' have to be pregnant again, even if I wanted more kids, it's honestly not really a great idea to go through another c section. The only "regret" I have is not being skinny and pregnant, I know this sounds assanine to some people. But for my last pregnancy I really wanted to be smaller (I don't really like the word skinny) then I'd have this cute belly, but I'm not mad about it, just wish I would have gotten myself healthier before I got pregnant again! However, with that being said, I dont' have to "worry" about getting pregnant again and I can spend the rest of my life keeping myself healthy!
Sitting here, blogging this, it's a few days in the making. It's so funny to feel what my body is doing. The miracle of carrying and having a baby is beyond my comprehension. Women's bodies are so unbelievable to me. I've finally stopped gagging when I think about laying in the surgery room, I've claimed my rights in Jesus and know this will be the easiest, healthiest and best delivery thus far. I anticipate what I'll feel if they say "It's a girl" or "It's a boy". Both excite me for many different reasons. I think about introducing Zoe and Isaac to the new baby. (And, yes, I think about being up all night, for a long time, but that's okay.)
Kiwi's feet are in my ribs and I can feel baby just pushing down. I'm still getting hot flashes often and small, occassional braxton hicks (I will continue to call them that until they become consistent). Everytime I have to stand up for something I'm pretty convinced my water will break, but...that hasn't happened yet. And I have to pee about every 30 minutes. If Kiwi holds out, tomorrow, I'm either goign to my dads to ask him to make me biscuits and gravy (yes, I NEED it) or I'm hopefully gonna get some more stuff done on my list. Actually, I just felt a burst of energy, time to sand some dresser drawers :)
Also, I am not trying to scare new moms or whatever, I honestly find these things hilarious.
There are things that happen to your body and your emotions that literally make no sense when you are pregnant. The stretch alone that your stomach has is insane! I mean, as you get toward the end, you actually think you're stomach can't possibly get any bigger and it does.
This phenomenon brings a lot of things with it. First, every organ that has claimed it's space in your gut has now become completely squished. Mostly your lungs and your bladder, those two things seem to take the biggest hit. Secondly, your entire center of gravity is off (this, honestly, is the least of your problems) but don't try anything too crazy, riding a bike (unless it's a stationary bike) is totally out of the question. Third, you cannot paint your toenails, at least not well. And if you do, it's probably something you should do in private because there's nothing pretty about it. I did this today and it was pretty funny. My 4 year old kept asking me why I was grunting. And I actually thought I did a pretty decent job, then put on jellies (I'll get to this soon) and ruined just one toe!!! There's also the problem with picking things up, I'm not sure if I'm just clumsier when I'm pregnant or I just notice more because picking things up has become a huge problem. My 4 year old just asked me if after I have the baby I can start picking up my own stuff because so often he has to do it for me. The best way to explain how you now have to pick up, is to think about a giraffe taking a drink of water from a river. If you can't picture it, just keep thinking about it, you'll figure it out, it's ridiculous.
It will also be hard to do normal things, spit toothpaste out. Why? Because you can't reach the sink as before. Also washing dishes will become somewhat of a task, again because your belly is right at counter height and it forces you to sort of lean over the sink. It's awkward to say the least.
Now, let's talk about something more disgusting...Maybe I'll just leave it like this...You are never done peeing when you think you are. And once you're belly expands to a point that you've never thought possible, wiping...well..it's interesting.
As part of the stomach expanding, I was unwilling to try to put on tennis shoes today, probably because I exhausted all my stretching trying to paint my toenails, so it was warmish, so I grabbed my jellies. It was great to say the least, not only did they somehow mess up ONE toe of my painting job. It really did look like a bunch of pigs trying to escape out of a pig pen. I will not wear these again, I will probably wear flip flops or slippers until the day I give birth.
Nesting: With Zoe I was a nesting fool, with Isaac we didn't have much room to nest. With this one, I go in spurts. One day I will spend the entire day going crazy doing stuff and then the next few days I literally do nothing (there's no such thing when you're a mom). I have written about my to-do list and well I've come to terms with many things on there that will not be getting done, it's fine, I do not feel crazy about it as I did a few weeks ago. The nesting is funny because every mom is different when it comes to what they need to do or how they need to do it and some have no desire to nest whatsoever.
On to the things you start to think about the closer your due date approaches...
1. OMG, will my water break________ (while I'm at church, in the store, in the car, in the bed). You will literally think of it everywhere you go. My water has never broken on it's own, so I'm not sure why being on my third baby I'd be worried about such a thing, but I do.
2. Will I poop when I'm pushing? EVERYONE will think of this, I literally thought of it so much it consumed me when I was pushing with Isaac. If you do, you will probably not even know you did it, don't worry, but it's natural to think about it. And honestly, who cares? Your having a baby, poop wherever you want...
3. Holy crap there's a baby in my shoulder, eye... Okay maybe this one if just me, but if I get a twitch in any other part of my body, my first thought is there is a baby there, for like one second I think it. My kids were all SUPER movers in my belly, like if they weren't kicking they had the hiccups, so when other parts of my body randomly spasm what else am I supposed to think?
4. Is that a contraction? Oh wait, is that a contraction? Is that my mucus plug? Yes, every movement, every Braxton Hick (I have SOOOO many of these), every pinch, twinge, pull, push will making your head spin that you are in labor. This time, it is only mildly amusing to me, because there is so much going on right now that I sort of feel like I cannot go into labor yet. Where typically, since I'm 38 weeks I'd be praying for this baby to get here right now, I'm begging Kiwi to hold out until at least late week....
5. Why is it so flipping hot in here? I mean, can't we just keep the heat off for the entire winter? Why do we even need it? There's so much heat radiating off my body I could probably heat the entire town. And then the hot flashes happen (this is a new one to me) I get this awesome bead of sweat right above my upper lip, and as I'm writing about it, it's happening. The closer I get the more often these things happen.
6. Who am I going to call in the middle of the night? This might not be a problem for you. This isn't exactly funny, and truthfully I have lots of support, but the best support, my mom, isn't here, so I ALWAYS worry about being a bother to people. It's not bothering your own mom, ever, but for everyone else even though they SWEAR it's not, it seems sort of like a bother. However, I do have this covered. But the emotional break down I had the last couple days because of it was unreal. Today, it's funny (the break down, not that my mom is not around)...tomorrow it may happen again (which is sort of funny too).
7. Oh I need to call (for me it's my baby brother, Andy), oh, my phone is in the other room. Guess I'll call tomorrow (repeat everyday). I really need some more water, well, if I wait it out my ice well melt and I can just drink that...
8. This, is probably not funny, but I know that the closer I get to having a baby the more people annoy me. I mean, like really really really annoy me. With that being said, I'm also insanely sentimental when it comes to my husband. I think about how busy he is at work and how I just want him here taking care of me and the kids. I mean last week, had I went into labor on a few specific days, he either wouldn't have been able to be at the hospital at all, or he would have been able to see Kiwi delivered and then he would have had to leave. Not to mention, we didn't have a lot of help for overnights with the other kids so he wouldn't have been able to spend the night at the hospital much, if at all. All of those things combined (with missing my mom) sent me into a two day crying spree. Literally, anything would set me off. And everytime I cried I'd sweat...ha!
This is a much more random thought and probably only pertains to me. I had probably one of the most hilarious conversations ever about the "bottle" you are given after birth. TWO ladies (okay, I'm giving them up, it's my sister in laws) want me to "steal" them one of these bottles. So I often wonder how I'm going to pull this conversation off with my nurses. Should I just be honest? "yes, my sister in laws are ridiculous and would like those squirt bottles, can I get two extra please?" Or...I've thought about this "We do gag gifts for my family for Christmas (true statement but not the right side of the family) and I'd like to use two of those squirt bottles for my gag gifts." Then I've thought about losing my squirt bottle, but is that even really possible? I mean, come on, you're in a hospital room, someone changes the trash, changes your sheets, cooks your meals, (LOVE), it's not exactly easy to just "lose" things. So, I'm still trying to figure out how I'm confiscating two clean squirt bottles, and it's hilarious to think about how I'm going to accomplish this and what's funnier is WHY in the world are my weirdo sister in laws wanting these?!?! Maybe they should just put in a bidet. I honestly think they are wanting one just to see if I can get them and just to embarass me :)
As I loom closer and closer to my "due date". (It's so weird having a due date when I have a scheduled c section. I wont' make it to 40 weeks, because if all else fails they deliver Kiwi at 39 weeks. So it's been so weird when people ask when my due date is, I finally just started saying 39 weeks, it makes more sense). But as I loom closer and closer I feel very overwhelmed. Had we followed my "plan" I would just now be like 8 - 12 weeks pregnant, but God had another plan and I'm honestly grateful. I'm pretty glad I wont' have to be pregnant again, even if I wanted more kids, it's honestly not really a great idea to go through another c section. The only "regret" I have is not being skinny and pregnant, I know this sounds assanine to some people. But for my last pregnancy I really wanted to be smaller (I don't really like the word skinny) then I'd have this cute belly, but I'm not mad about it, just wish I would have gotten myself healthier before I got pregnant again! However, with that being said, I dont' have to "worry" about getting pregnant again and I can spend the rest of my life keeping myself healthy!
Sitting here, blogging this, it's a few days in the making. It's so funny to feel what my body is doing. The miracle of carrying and having a baby is beyond my comprehension. Women's bodies are so unbelievable to me. I've finally stopped gagging when I think about laying in the surgery room, I've claimed my rights in Jesus and know this will be the easiest, healthiest and best delivery thus far. I anticipate what I'll feel if they say "It's a girl" or "It's a boy". Both excite me for many different reasons. I think about introducing Zoe and Isaac to the new baby. (And, yes, I think about being up all night, for a long time, but that's okay.)
Kiwi's feet are in my ribs and I can feel baby just pushing down. I'm still getting hot flashes often and small, occassional braxton hicks (I will continue to call them that until they become consistent). Everytime I have to stand up for something I'm pretty convinced my water will break, but...that hasn't happened yet. And I have to pee about every 30 minutes. If Kiwi holds out, tomorrow, I'm either goign to my dads to ask him to make me biscuits and gravy (yes, I NEED it) or I'm hopefully gonna get some more stuff done on my list. Actually, I just felt a burst of energy, time to sand some dresser drawers :)
Monday, February 13, 2012
Pinterest Cleaning: The Oven Door
On Pinterest I found a link to clean the over door. It was "super simple". Make a runny paste out of baking soda and water, spread onto oven door, wipe off with scouring pad. Okay, simple right??
I did first actually put my oven on self clean. Why I ever had a oven that didn't do this...I will never know. And, unlike last time, I actually wiped it out before and after I ran the self clean. Damp rag, wipe, that's it. Last time I didn't wipe it out after and I started teasing people that I had a "smoker" in my oven because it kept burning the junk on the bottom. But anyway, I did put it on self clean first. Which takes 3 hours of cleaning and about an hour of cooling down.
While that was happening I cleaned the basement bathroom, it took me two hours! WHY?!! You ask, well, it was supposed to be done for for months now and it never got done (I will leave it at that). I didn't check because first, I think I've peed in that bathroom maybe 3 times since we lived in this house and second, I avoid the stairs at all cost these days. It was BEYOND disgusting!!! I mean, when I realized how bad it was I was embarrassed that my step sons 13 year old friend had to use it the other night when he stayed over. I've seen and cleaned disgusting bathrooms. My dad and two brothers never cleaned bathrooms, so I've seen and cleaned those. However, this was so gross. Because I think when it actually was cleaned 3 or more months ago, the shower was never cleaned and it's possible everything else was just wiped down with water. At least, that's what it seemed like to me. But on top of the fact that it hasn't been cleaned in forever, we bought our house from "do it yourselvers" that SHOULD NOT have done anything themselves. So the wallpaper (which will come down one day) is really sloppy which just makes it seem dirty and the caulking job on the shower is really sloppy, again, making it seem dirty. And I think everything they picked for that bathroom came from a resale it shop (which also will be replaced one day), or I'm crazy, but I think it did. And, this is probably too much information but somehow every toilet seat in our house is deteriorating. We do NOT have hazardous waste coming out of our bottoms, so I have no idea how this is happening. So, when they did their "addition" and "remodeled" I'm almost positive somethings got skimped on, one of those being toilet seats. One of these days we will replace them but until then, they just continue to deteriorate, so even when they are clean they just look dirty.
Okay, so thanks for letting me get that off my chest. Which, by the way I used the "Magic Tub and Shower Cleaner" I wrote about in this shower...but I added more vinegar. Still sudsy but this shower needed it. And again, it doesn't fight hard water, just soap scum, so this shower actually benefited from it considering the last time it had been cleaned. Oh, also in this time I wiped down 90% of the walls, doors and wall plates in the house. I have little kids, it takes no time to get those things dirty. And I probably have never done it, at least since Zoe :) But they look awesome, just vinegar water and a rag, worked great. I only had to use a magic eraser a few times.
Back to the oven. This is what my oven door looked like before (after it was on self clean but before the baking soda bath):
I did first actually put my oven on self clean. Why I ever had a oven that didn't do this...I will never know. And, unlike last time, I actually wiped it out before and after I ran the self clean. Damp rag, wipe, that's it. Last time I didn't wipe it out after and I started teasing people that I had a "smoker" in my oven because it kept burning the junk on the bottom. But anyway, I did put it on self clean first. Which takes 3 hours of cleaning and about an hour of cooling down.
While that was happening I cleaned the basement bathroom, it took me two hours! WHY?!! You ask, well, it was supposed to be done for for months now and it never got done (I will leave it at that). I didn't check because first, I think I've peed in that bathroom maybe 3 times since we lived in this house and second, I avoid the stairs at all cost these days. It was BEYOND disgusting!!! I mean, when I realized how bad it was I was embarrassed that my step sons 13 year old friend had to use it the other night when he stayed over. I've seen and cleaned disgusting bathrooms. My dad and two brothers never cleaned bathrooms, so I've seen and cleaned those. However, this was so gross. Because I think when it actually was cleaned 3 or more months ago, the shower was never cleaned and it's possible everything else was just wiped down with water. At least, that's what it seemed like to me. But on top of the fact that it hasn't been cleaned in forever, we bought our house from "do it yourselvers" that SHOULD NOT have done anything themselves. So the wallpaper (which will come down one day) is really sloppy which just makes it seem dirty and the caulking job on the shower is really sloppy, again, making it seem dirty. And I think everything they picked for that bathroom came from a resale it shop (which also will be replaced one day), or I'm crazy, but I think it did. And, this is probably too much information but somehow every toilet seat in our house is deteriorating. We do NOT have hazardous waste coming out of our bottoms, so I have no idea how this is happening. So, when they did their "addition" and "remodeled" I'm almost positive somethings got skimped on, one of those being toilet seats. One of these days we will replace them but until then, they just continue to deteriorate, so even when they are clean they just look dirty.
Okay, so thanks for letting me get that off my chest. Which, by the way I used the "Magic Tub and Shower Cleaner" I wrote about in this shower...but I added more vinegar. Still sudsy but this shower needed it. And again, it doesn't fight hard water, just soap scum, so this shower actually benefited from it considering the last time it had been cleaned. Oh, also in this time I wiped down 90% of the walls, doors and wall plates in the house. I have little kids, it takes no time to get those things dirty. And I probably have never done it, at least since Zoe :) But they look awesome, just vinegar water and a rag, worked great. I only had to use a magic eraser a few times.
Back to the oven. This is what my oven door looked like before (after it was on self clean but before the baking soda bath):
So, it honestly wasn't really THAT bad. But I thought, it could be cleaner, so I decided to put this baking soda bath to the test. I made mine fairly thick. I probably should have taken a picture but I used my hands to mix it and put it on the door and well, honestly I had too much else in my brain to think about it. I knew I needed to vacuum the stairs, make the guest room bed, and vacuum that room also so I decided to let it sit until those things were done.
Oh, why did I have to vacuum the stairs at 36 weeks pregnant? Well, while I was cleaning the basement bathroom my two adorable children decided to play in the cat foot (that I had sitting on the stairs because we keep their food, water and litter in that bathroom). Zoe was apparently trying to count the food, she's 2, she can't count past ten but she tried. Then Isaac thought it would be fun to use the pooper scooper to try to pick up the cat food that she was dropping. It was a complete nightmare to say the least. And, while I was cleaning, it was a battle I chose not to fight, I just let them play in the cat food, it was much simpler than running out of the bathroom every 2 seconds to yell at them, at least they weren't in the bathroom making it dirty while I was cleaning it. And they weren't eating it, like my brothers would have, or playing with the cat poop...so...I figured vacuuming was worth the fight. I went and vacuumed, made the guest room bed (we can't talk about the guest room cause I will go into another rant about why it wasn't cleaned to begin with) and vacuumed it.
Here is what it looked like after:
I would say it's quite an improvement. I tried to capture the baking soda 'flakes' all over the floor but it didn't really capture very well. So, all in all, I would say that I'll probably do it again, maybe make the paste a little runnier and hope that doesn't mean a bunch of flakes. And I've now checked a few more things off my list, but chances are I'll at least have to run the self clean again, before baby, especially considering I oh-so-smartly decided to make pizza tonight...brilliant :)
We ordered the granite for our center island and while there I asked them what to do with this ring I have on my granite that we got from sitting a container of hot bacon grease on it. (We haven't sealed it yet, I honestly didn't even think about sealing the granite so we need to do that also but that's beside the point). She first gave me a sampler thingy that I actually left there, oops, but on top of that she told me to take and make a baking soda paste and rub it on the spot and then tape down Saran wrap over that spot and let it sit for quite a while. So interesting to me, so I will be doing that hopefully this week and letting you know how that goes :) Maybe someone will actually 'pin me' if it works well!!
Now, time for water and bed cause these Braxton Hicks are a little too regular for me tonight.
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