Wednesday, December 17, 2014
And so it begins... again.
Last night, I brought home Little Sister's new glasses. She's got a new prescription, and because we haven't found them since the last time she hid them, she's got new frames. We got red ones, thinking that maybe if she hides them, we'll have an easier time finding bright red than we did with the pastel purple.
They're rectangular. Very adult-ish. So cute. And she looks adorable in them.
But she hates them. She's gotten out of the habit of wearing glasses, so we're back to putting them on her and then having to hold her hands to keep her from getting them off. Last night, I held her hands and played with her for a while. We were having fun, she was laughing--and as soon as I let go a hand, it flew to the glasses to peel them off her face. Even when they're just hanging from her neck (the glasses have an elastic strap to help kids keep from losing them) she was in a hurry to get them off of her.
We'd gotten her more or less comfortable wearing glasses, but it's been months... so we're back at the beginning.
Well, no, in the beginning, she wouldn't even open her eyes when she had her first pair of glasses on. So we're doing a little better than that.
Life with kids is definitely a learning experience and an adventure.
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
I've already tracked all my meals for the day, planning them out and getting ready for my Round 1 weigh-in... which can be done starting Thursday and has to be done by Friday. Last Wednesday I was at my goal weight to win Round 1, but by Sunday I was way up, almost back to my beginning weight! I've been drinking lots of water for the past two days and keeping as sharp an eye as possible on my foods to make sure I'm back at my goal weight for this month. To have such a fluctuation, I know it's mostly water weight, so I'm trying to stay low-sodium and just making sure I'm keeping my fluid intake up.
Yesterday, I did have a burger from Burger King, but I did well the rest of the day, and I drank 12 or 13 cups of water. I ordered a sweet tea but discovered they'd given me some kind of soda, so I didn't drink more than a couple sips of that--enough to rehydrate my mouth after eating my meal, and I left off half my bun because I didn't need that much bread.
My efforts showed on the scale this morning. Now, I've just got to keep up this pattern for the rest of the week. I'm hoping I can weigh in on Thursday, because our Christmas feast at work is Friday...although maybe I can weigh in on Friday morning before I go to work.
And, of course, now that I've started walking at lunch, that's sure to help.
And since I've tracked my meals for the day, I know I have quite a bit of wiggle room to have a snack if I need it, and I'll still be within my calorie range for the day.
Monday, December 15, 2014
This year has been different in one very big, significant way.
I mean, aside from the obvious, having a new child, and all.
It's been MANY years since I really got into the Christmas Spirit. I couldn't even tell you how long it's been. Years and years. Before we had any children. I avoided even HAVING a Christmas tree when I could. My husband has always had some Christmas spirit and would put up the tree by himself, with the warning from me that if he did, he would have to take it down, too, because I wanted no part of it. And then, at least one year, he didn't take it down, so it was still up in... I don't know... June or July, at least.
Since we've had kids, I've gone to Listen to the Lights Family Nights and strolled through a Christmas-decorated Shangri-La, because even when I don't feel in the mood, I wanted to start some traditions for our family.
This year, though, I was the first to encourage him, "Hey, let's put the tree up!" And he said, "Okay, but if I do, you've got to help me take it down."
I told him, "That's no problem. I'll help you put it up, too."
We've shopped, and it hasn't been awful (I usually avoid stores as much as possible between November and February.) We put out our inflatable characters--Darth Vader, Dora, and Olaf, all wearing Christmas hats. We also have some light-up gift boxes and an inflatable Snoopy, but we couldn't find another extension cord to put them up with. Olaf and Darth Vader are new this year.
And you know what makes all this just a little bit crazier? I talked to my best friend last night, and she said it's been weird, but she's actually in the Christmas spirit this year. She hasn't been disinterested as long as I have, but she's been as begrudged as I have to do things like put up the tree. So it's somehow hit both of us this year. And although it's above 70 degrees today, despite being December, that's pretty cool.
Thursday, December 11, 2014
It's so motivating to learn that you're inspiring others.
My best friend has always been thinner than I was, and she's taller, too. But after having a child and living out in the middle of nowhere as a stay-at-home-mom, she got comfortable. We've commiserated over the years, and she said what's always bothered her was the thought of becoming one of "those women" who get married and then end up greatly outweighing her husband. That's her limit--she refuses to weigh more than her husband (and never mind that he's shorter than I am, his frame is pretty thin though now in his mid-40's he's getting a little belly.)
It's been a few months since I've seen her, but she came to my daughter's birthday party the other day. I could tell just by looking at her face that she's lost weight, and then I realized that it's evident all over her. She's done great! She said a big part of it was that she'd stopped drinking 4-5 bottles of wine a week and started paying attention to how much she was eating. And...
She told me that she'd started running. That every day, she may go out for a mile or a mile and a half walk, and may run about 1/4 of a mile. That she never would have done it, but something I'd said had spurred her into it. Last year, when I started running, I did it a minute at a time, slowly building up to running a little longer and a little longer, and going slowly, not worried about speed at all. I'd told her, knowing that she used to run cross-country in high school.
And on the days she's thought she just couldn't do it, she thought about me, and about how as long as she's known me (until last summer) I was viciously opposed to any kind of running for any reason. She said she knew if I could do it (and enjoy it!), and was running races, even... well, then she knew she should be able to do it, too.
Now, to follow her lead and get back into running every day...
Monday, December 08, 2014
The weekend was nutritionally a bust. We got a lot done for Big Sister's birthday party. I made snowball cookies and cupcakes because she really wanted cupcakes. Grilled cheese and balogna sandwiches. Pineapple juice and hot chocolate and, of course, coffee. With creamer.
2 kids showed up. Coffee and sandwiches were the most popular items on the menu. People liked the cookies--Big Sister licked all the powdered sugar off the first one and then brought it to me to finish because she was done with it.
I didn't eat it.
But I did eat several others. Everyone liked them, but no one was eating them. Meanwhile, I couldn't resist.
Little Sister has hardly eaten anything all weekend. I'm about to restrict her milk again until she starts eating more.
The girl does love her gummy vitamins, though!
We did a lot yesterday, went to a couple stores and walked around trying to find the last few gifts and stocking stuffers--with the kids--without letting the kids see any of it. I tried to tell my husband this wouldn't be possible, as we have a very attentive 5-year-old, so she ended up getting one of her Christmas presents early.
We finished the day with fried chicken, though.
And then, last night, my son was awake and cheerful for a few hours. I ended up being hungry and having a few hundred calories' worth of cereal and peanut butter.
Today, I've been feeling like my stomach and gallbladder might decide to reject whatever I've eaten. Hopefully, this won't happen. So far, so good. Keeping myself on a very low-fat diet until the feeling goes away--fat is what my gallbladder (or lack thereof) can no longer easily digest, which is what causes the rejections.
I've come to realize how very hard it is to lose weight while breastfeeding. After changing my diet a couple weeks ago, I did lose a significant amount of what was probably water weight.
By "changing my diet" I mean actually working to stay within my calorie range, where before I was just eating healthy foods. I've discovered that if I keep my calories on the low end of the range, though, I don't produce as much milk. The experts do say that you need 500 extra calories while breastfeeding, but I was pretty sure that I was getting even more than that.
So, while I'm still keeping my calories in check (except this weekend) I'm making sure I have plenty of calories to produce sufficient milk and getting LOTS of fluids--and cutting back, again, on caffeine, after letting myself have extra last week.
It's 48 days until my anniversary, but only 10 days until my first official weigh-in at diet-bet. 10 days and only 1.5 more pounds to lose to "win" Round 1. It's not going to happen at the sacrifice of milk, but I'm going to get more exercise to make sure it does get done.
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