Sunday, November 30, 2008
Well, it doesn't look like I'm going to be losing any more weight soon. At least not for the next 8 1/2 months anyway.
Actually, I'm very excited about this pregnancy. So is my husband and our daughters (at least, the ones that are old enough to understand, haha.)
It's really kind of funny. I thought I was entering menopause. I was a week late last month, something that NEVER happens to me unless I'm pregnant, but when I took a test it came out negative. Sure enough, I started the next day. So when I was late again this month, all I could think was, "Oh great, I've already started The Change. I'll never get to have children again." I was so depressed. You can imagine my utter surprise when I went ahead and took a test and it said "pregnant". Wow!
I'm so thankful that I managed to lose 23 pounds before this happened. Not only am I feeling better than I have in years, it's taught me what living a healthier lifestyle is all about. (I don't even eat chips anymore!) And the fact that all my clothes are loose enough on me that I'll still be able to wear them a few months into this pregnantcy is a nice little extra. :)
I'm determined to continue eating well, drinking plenty of water, and (the big one for me) KEEP EXERCISING! As this baby grows, I will modify my workout routine. When I determine that I can't do aerobics anymore, I'll probably go walking. And I've just started doing yoga, which I'm loving, and already know that there's a yoga routine specifically for pregnant women I'll be trying. I'm looking forward to that.
So even though the numbers on the scale will be going up (some), it's for the best reason in the world. I'm just so excited!!!!
Friday, November 21, 2008
I was born and raised in Kansas City (on the KS side), but now live in SC. My husband was born in upstate NY, but grew up in Lancaster County, PA, the heart of Amish country. He was lucky enough to spend his formative years on a five-acre "farm-ette".
I know next to nothing about farming, except that it's in my blood. My mother was one of 13 children born in TN hills. When I was a child, we would visit her parents every couple years. Even though they'd moved from her childhood home, they still lived on a good-sized chunk of land (he owned most of the side of a mountain) in a home that had no running water, and a chicken yard next to the outhouse on the other side of the cornfield. (Thankfully, Grandma was super sweet. Rather than make us girls trek to the outhouse in the middle of the night, we had permission to use her chamber pot, as long as we didn't leave it full for her. LOL)
My husband, I often say, is one of those men that you could drop in a wilderness with a spoon and he'd build you a shopping mall. He knows practically everything it takes to be self-sufficient, and what he doesn't know he's reading about.
Our dream farm (oh Lord, please let it be someday!) will have chickens, cows, a pig or two, some geese and turkeys, and probably some other animals I'm either not thinking of or haven't made up my mind about. Our vegetable garden will be at least 1/2 acre itself, plus an herb garden. All that in addition to whichever cash crop he decides to grow on the main chunk. Plus candle-making, cheese-making, and soap-making. Our goal is to be as self-sufficient as possible.
Being the "suburban girl" that doesn't know much more than how to crochet a doily or sew on a button, I've been in the process of learning what a self-sufficient farm wife should know. I know how to cook and bake from scratch (I make awesome pies, and my regular bread is good, but I need to get out of my comfort zone and learn how to make other varieties, like Italian bread.) I menu-plan, clip coupons and shop as frugally as possible, and have spent most of this past year slowly working on a household stockpile. I need to learn how to sew clothing (sadly enough, my mother never taught me...she always thought I'd just figure it out on my own like she did), but I don't yet have a sewing machine (might be getting one for Christmas, but on the other hand the pioneers sewed by hand so why can't I?) I'm also getting ready to learn in-depth about preserving and canning.
Hubby is also a life-long hunter. We're trying to find a time and place when he can teach the girls and I how to shoot. (I know how, but I'm not the best aim, yet.)
Most of the time, we feel like we were born in the wrong century. We're "Little House" people if there ever were. LOL
Earlier this week, we had the rare opportunity to see a 22-acre farm for sale, owner-financed, for $119,000. The land was perfect, everything we want. The house, unfortunately, needs more work than we can put into to make it liveable, considering that it's already winter. And it's 90 minutes from my husband's job. He's up for a promotion, which will almost certainly involve moving nearer to where the farm is, but we have no idea when that might happen.
You can imagine how much we hated telling the owner that we won't be buying that 22-acre chunk of land. Especially considering that we are currently living in a rented house located on one of the busiest streets in our small town, with almost no yard for the kids to play in. It's depressing, to say the least.
But we believe that God is in control, and that He knows exactly what plans He has in store for us.
And someday, we'll have our dream.
Sunday, November 09, 2008
This will date me a bit, but the last workout I did regulary before Turbo Jam was the original "Buns of Steel". As a matter of fact, I still have the tape. And though it made me laugh ("We're gonna squeeeeze those cheeseburgers outta those thighs...") it was NOT fun and I never really looked forward to doing it. It was painful (at first), boring, an hour long, and didn't particularly give me great or fast results.
It's funny that I ended up with TJ, because it was completely out of character for me to order something off the t.v. like that. I've seen who knows how many info-ads promising a slimmer, sexier you in X number of days...haven't we all? I was taught at an early age to avoid scams, and it's a lesson I've never forgotten.
But I ended up ordering it the first time I saw it. Why? Because I knew I needed to start exercising. I wasn't particularly concerned with how much "the tuck" was going to flatten my abs in a matter of weeks. But when I thought about it logically, I decided that the asking price for five workouts that I'd at least seen a glimpse of and done by the same person was better than going to the store and blindly choosing dvds I new nothing about. And it would cost less, too. So I bought the program, but not the hype.
A couple months, twenty-five pounds, and I don't know how many inches later, I'm ready to put out a little hype of my own for Turbo Jam. For years, I dealt with the frustration of having my clothes shrink, especially my jeans, seemingly overnight. It was as if an evil fairy lived in my closet, bent on making everything I owned two sizes too small. Now, for the first time in my life, my jeans are falling off! I'm having fun getting into shape, movin' and groovin' in my own living room, and I look forward to doing it every day.
Thanks, Chalene Johnson, for making exercise fun. Thanks for making Turbo Jam!
Sunday, September 14, 2008
I'm three weeks away from my short-term weight loss goal, and I'm terrified that I won't make it. I want to hit 180 by the time my family and I go on vacation. Right now, I'm at 185.
When I started working out about two months ago or so, I was 203. At the time, it didn't feel like I'd ever start to see results. Slowly, oh so slowly, I crept my way down to 197. Hitting that mark, finally finding myself under 200 again for the first time in two years, was elating. And the next ten pounds were even more so.
Once I hit 187, I felt like there wasn't anything I couldn't do. Suddenly I had visions of myself, a much slimmer, healthier self, doing things I'd never dreamed of before. Like wearing a two-piece bathing suit on the beach. Or running in a marathon someday. My spirits and my energy soared.
And then it took two weeks to lose two pounds. Two whole weeks. For two measly pounds. Devastating.
Now I'm worried that I won't reach that goal. That this traitorous body of mine has figured out what I'm up to and talked my metabolism into shutting back down so I won't lose any more weight. That I'll be stuck here at 187 for all eternity.
Then I look back at the journal I started in August and realize something very important. I didn't get where I am overnight. Every week, every day, every pound shed felt like it was taking forever.
So, I'll keep on plugging away at it. I'll continue exercising, drinking at least 8 glasses of water a day, and tracking what I eat. I will not starve myself in a desperate attempt to lose 5 pounds quickly...I've finally learned better than that.
My husband always tells me that I can do anything I set my mind to. I'm scared that this is one time I'll prove him wrong. But I'm still determined to give it my best shot.
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