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I weighed myself this morning…

136.4 lbs

I’m almost there.

I have to admit that battling this cold has helped a lot.  My appetite is very minimal.  My meal sizes are considerably smaller.   I do get full much faster.

I’m definitely NOT fighting it.. I’m letting be.  If I want to eat less, so be it. 

Chasing after the toddler helps too.  We dance around.  It’s a mini-workout.   My weight training comes from carrying her when she asks me to..

I started the year at 143.2lbs.  Sometime during the year, I went up to about 151.0 lbs. 

Now, I will end the year at around 136lbs.  I’ve got a little over a week left of the year, maybe I can bring it down to about 135lbs.

My goal is to be at about 130lbs. 

I’ve pretty much gotten down to my pre-prego weight.. YAY!

Before the pregnancy, depending on my eating habit and activity, I would weigh anywhere between 128-133, maybe even 135 during times I really let myself go..

I still plan on getting down to 130 lbs…

My jeans feel so much looser, hindsight being 20/20, I really shouldn’t have gotten rid of ALL my pre-prego jeans.. I just never thought I’d get down this far..

I probably WON’T buy smaller jeans unless they look really bad.  It’s only because I know baby #2 is a strong possibility this coming year and I don’t want to buy smaller jeans only to wear them for a short time. 

I do want to enjoy my goal weight for a while before I get pregnant again…

I’m almost there.. almost there.. just a little bit more!!!

Yes.  I have been off the blog for a few days.

Toddler germs are really potent. 

I caught whatever M was dealing with. 

M has gotten over it quite quickly. 

What ever she was dealing with absolutely floored me!  There weren’t enough steam baths, decongestants, tissues and hot tea in the world that was going to make me better.  Seriously.

I was so stuffed up one night that I was so absolutely miserable and angry at the world. 

I just couldn’t stop complaining and ranting and sulking and just being absolutely miserable just because I couldn’t breathe through my nose.

A little melodramatic, I know.. but I couldn’t help it. 

My poor M, because she wanted to be with me at all times, she had to hear about how miserable I was.  I’d lie there and she’d look at me.. and I’d just pour my frustrated heart out to her. 

And if you’re wondering, no, I never blamed her for my cold.  It’s not like she gave it to me on purpose.  It’s not her fault. 

Luckily, the severe congestion only lasted one night.  I’m still battling congestion, but it’s not as bad as that one sad night.  The cold seems to be lingering for me, while M is pretty much on the mend. 

I hope this cold won’t be too bad during Thanksgiving, I’d love to have some sense of taste back when I eat some yummy Thanksgiving food..

 

I picked up M from Grandma’s house yesterday and noticed a little bit of a runny nose.

I wiped it up and carried on with whatever I was doing.

I looked at her again and her nose was running again!

Oh no!  This couldn’t be a good sign.

Now, she’s all stuffed up and running at the same time.  She sounds so nasally, it’s cute and sad at the same time.

It’s that time of year where the sniffles are heard all over the place.

We’re ready!  We’ve got nasal spray, tissues, fever reducer, Vicks vapor run, the humidifier and a thermometer.

I hope that there will be no ear infections this season, but.. we all know it’s inevitable.  I just hope that she won’t get too many this year.

Ideally, I should have been finished with the squat challenge.  I would have finished 250 squats..

But.. I got bored.  So very bored.  Bored.  Bored.  Board

So, I stopped.  I stopped at about 160-170. 

I know.. I was soooo close.

I know.. I should be more motiviated..

I heard all the pep talks.  I heard all the “I can’t believe your gonna quit” from the Hubby.

I even heard, “I thought we were going to do this together!”  Yes.  I feel bad.

But I was bored.

And that’s my problem with working out.  I get bored.  I get board of the same work out all the time..

So.. I’m looking for another thing to do..

Yesterday, I felt the need to jog.. so I called up Hubby to set up the jogging stroller so we could take a jog around the apartment complex with M.  BUT.. I had no idea that jogging stroller tires needed air and all the tires were flat! 

I ended up taking M to the playground.

I did get an arm workout by pushing the teeter totter up and down while M sat on the other end…

I know.. I gotta focus and I gotta be motivated.  I’m only hurting myself.. yadda yadda yadda..

I need to find a workout I like.. that’s preferably free… because I like yoga but I don’t want to pay for all those classes and I obviously don’t have the discipline to do it on myown..

Another fitness challenge FAIL…

Today is a rest day.. thank God!

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Today is Day 12. 

Yes.. that means that I’ve been doing 100+ squats already.  They are KILLER!

But I have noticed that the first 20-30 have been getting so much easier.. thank  God for that!

I’ve been so good that when we went to my brother’s place in Los Angeles this weekend, I was doing 105 squats in his apartment! 

I think the reason I’m pretty determined to do this is because I am noticing results.

Not only is it getting easier, I’m not waking up the next day sore anymore.  My body has gotten used to it and so it does make it easier to pick up the next day.

Also, I’ve been making better choices on what foods to eat and how much I intake, so I am starting to see a difference.

I’ve already lost the 4 lbs that I gained from being non-active for several months. 

One day at a time…

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So, I have a confession to make.

Remember back in February when I said that I was going to run a mile every two days for this year?

Well..

That lasted a month!

What happened was that I got pretty under the weather and stopped.. and it’s been soooo hard to get back on track.

I know.. excuses, excuses..

So.. I thought it was ok… I really wanted to concentrate on my scrapbooking and cardmaking that I felt like I really had NO time to incorporate the run..

Plus.. I’ve never really like running.. so it was easy for me to just tell myself to skip it..

I told myself that as long as I kept my weight the same (143lbs) that I can work on my diet and slowly get the weight down that way..

I ended up gaining 4 lbs.. now at my heaviest lately, I’ve been 147lbs. 

NOT GOOD!

I need to do something.. and take it seriously this time..

But, because of all this “fitness goals of the year” thing, I learned a bit about myself.

I learned that I DON”T like exercise.  I don’t like running.  I don’t like anything that really makes me burn and sweat.  Sorry, but it’s the truth.  I. Don’t. Like. Exercise.

I liked pilates, but with the limited amount of space per class, it was hard to schedule myself in because I would schedule far in advance, then something would happen and I’d have to cancel last minute and lose the class…

I LOVE yoga.. but only with a class and those places are pretty pricey.. AND the class times don’t fit my desired schedule..

I’m not a runner.. I’m not a weights lifting type person.. I’m just not into it.. no matter how much I try to convince myself that I need to do this.. I dislike it that much to really push myself to do it..

God’s honest truth.

I also learned that I can’t look at things as a “year-long” goal.  Huge goals like this overwhelm me.. not only in exercise, but in pretty much everything I do.  Goals are “too big” for me.. especially if I set them as “all year” type things.. I can’t look at things in the “big picture.”  It overwhelms me and I just give up.

That’s just me.

So… I juggle my fitness and exercise the same way I juggle my craft projects.  I will break them down into small do-able tasks.. one day at a time..

The mentality of “today I will do….” makes things much easier for me to accomplish.. and I don’t feel so overwhelmed..

I decided to start on my diet.  Once I got the food intake back on track, the exercise would slowly make it’s way back in.

I start small. 

Last Friday’s goal was “Today, I will have a salad for lunch,” and I did.

Today, I will NOT get a fancy Starbucks coffee.  I will drink from home with my sugar-free hazelnut creamer. 

My “fitness challenge” wasn’t in vain.. although I failed physically, I learned a lot about myself and I can now adjust my life to fit my mentality more.  I think that this will fair a lot better than what I tried to do for myself in February.

So I did it! 

I ran my first mile for my personal fitness challenge.

I got home from work on Tuesday, put on my running clothes, walked to the apartment gym, got on that treadmill and… jogged.

I’ve never been a runner, so the jogging is an accomplishment on its own!

I ran at 3.5 speed on the treadmill.  I don’t know if all treadmills follow that particular numbering system, but it seems like every treadmill I’ve gone on is the same.

I actually jogged straight for 0.6mi.  Then I walked from 0.6-0.7mi, then jogged again from 0.7-0.9mi, and then walked from 0.9-1.0mi.

That means I jogged for a total of 0.8mi and briskedly walked for 0.2mi.

That session took 19 minutes to complete.

It may seem like a long time for most people, but for me, that is a major accomplishment.

I could NEVER finish a mile in under half an hour.. even in my middle school and high school days.  I could NEVER run for half a mile straight before, so running a little over half a mile was very encouraging for me.

The next day, I was sore.  I guess my legs just aren’t used to this anymore.

I’m very encouraged from this first run.  I really think I can do this!

It’ll be seventeen months tomorrow, and we are still cosleeping with M.

I know there are times when Hubby wonders when we will finally give M her own bed, but I really enjoy it.  She and I sleep so peacefully.  She no longer moves around all over the place.  She hardly ends up in a wierd position when I wake up to see her in the morning.

In fact, I usually find her snuggled up in my arms, or snuggled up against the bed rail..

I love when she hugs my arm so tightly when she turns to snuggle up against me.. it’s like I’m her security blanket..

Honestly, I really don’t know when we will give M her own bed..

I love having her in my bed, and I think she needs me for the comfort..

I know that if we do end up with another kid, we will have to put her into her own bed.. and I know that when the kids get older, we will definitely have the bed to ourselves.

In the big picture of life, they are only in our bed for a small percentage of our lives..

Why not cherish it?  Kids are only this young once.

So, I’ve decided that I WILL lose these last 15 lbs before the end of this year..

It’s important I lose this weight for several reasons..

First, my sanity.  I KNOW in my deepest of hearts, I shouldn’t be this current weight, which this morning was 143.2.  I KNOW that I should be weighing between 125-130 lbs depending on the time of the  month.. I shouldn’t be 142-145lbs.. that’s JUST NOT ME.  It’s driving me insane!

Second, my clothes.  While almost all my pre-prego clothes fit, they don’t look like they used to on my body.  I can get them on, but some tops look so snug.   I’d also like to buy jeans and know what size I am instead of guessing.. and always guessing too small and feeling discouraged when I have to reach for a size bigger.  Right now I’m a little too small for a size 8, but too big for a size 6 in jeans.  I hate that “in-between” stage.

Third,  if I want to have another baby again this year, I want to start small.  I had gained soooo much weight with the first pregnancy.  If that ends up happening again, I don’t want to start off heavier.  I want to go back down in weight and just work my way up again.  AND I don’t plan on gaining as much weight as I did with M.  Lesson definitely learned there!

So, this year, I’m taking CHARGE and I WILL lose this weight.

Starting in February (because I have a huge craft project I’m doing for a friend), I will set a goal to run a mile 2x a week.  I’m hoping that mid-year, I can bump that up to 3x, but I’m going to keep this goal small and attainable. 

One mile, twice a week, on a treadmill. 

I’m totally inspired by one of the blogs I frequent.  She ran a mile a day from Thanksgiving til the New year, read here.  I honestly think I can’t do that right now, so I’m making my challenge more attainable to me.

Currently, it takes me about a 20-30 minutes to run a mile.  Yes.. slow.. but I’ve always been slow about that.  I could never do a mile in 12-15 minutes.. even in middle school!!

I’m hoping that by doing this challenge, I can knock my time down to about 15 minutes eventually. 

I’ll try to keep track of my progress here.  I can’t wait to see what I have to say about it at the end of the year.

 

Little M came home on Monday from Grandma’s house with a fever. 

I gave her fever reducer when she got home.  That night, she had another fever which I gave her fever reducer for at 2am.

With her, that’s usually a pattern she goes through when she gets an ear infection.

So, I went home from work on Tuesday in order to keep an eye on her and take her to the doctor to make sure she doesn’t have an ear infection. 

The last time we went to the doctors office was last month for her second set of 12month vaccinations.  I had them split so that it wouldn’t be so bad..

She was absolutely miserable. She cried so hard.  I had never heard or seen her cry so hard in her life.  I felt awful that I put her through all of it, but I had to..

Taking her in on Tuesday, I didn’t think she would remember that experience.  Over a month had passed and I was sure that it wouldn’t be a huge deal.

WRONG!

She was fine up until the nurse called her in.  It was the same nurse that gave her all of her shots, and I was surprised that she recognized her.

I had a few things to hold so I was hoping that M would walk into the room, but as soon as she saw the lady, she wanted me to carry her right away.

Her face changed immediately into a face of pure nerves and fear.

Poor girl.

She didn’t cry out loud.. she just got really teary eyed and had that little cry-pout.  The whole time the nurse was checking her vitals, she was saying “mimi! mimi!” like she thought I was going to leave her.

She held on to me sooo tight.  All I could say was “I’m here.  I’m not going to leave you.”  I just held her so tight back.  It was the only thing I could think of to comfort her.

She didn’t want to be touched by the nurses or the doctor.  She just thought this was bad news all around.

Poor baby.  I didn’t realize how traumatizing the previous experience was for her..

Thank God, she didn’t have an ear infection and she didn’t have a fever for the rest of the day.. it was just a 24 hour bug that came and went quickly.

M has her 15month well-baby check up in about a week and a half.  I feel terrible about it.  She’s going to get shots and it’s just going to perpetuate her fear..

How did you handle your child’s fear of doctors, or just fears, in general?

 


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