Thursday, September 22, 2011
My sons go to a homeschool co-op every Thursday. It's held at a big church not too far from my house. When I say "big," I mean hugenormous. The parking lot is so big they run a shuttle on Sundays. It has two coffee shops. Not only does it have an elevator, it has two *escalators.* For real. Gi-gantic.
My oldest son has a class, then we have lunch, then both my boys have a class and I am held to my co-oply duties (washing the tables in the lunch room).
The first day of school (OK, not the *first* day, because I totally forgot school started and missed the first day, but we won't go into that here...) ...so the first day they went to school, the boys were so excited to be there that we mostly familiarized ourselves with the foyer, the bathrooms, and the school rooms we'd need to get to. Today, after dropping the eldest monkey off at class, my youngest decided it was time to get the lay of the land.
We discovered the escalators, all of the staircases, three more bathrooms, the sanctuary (yes, the church is so big, it's difficult to find the sanctuary!), and that the grass outside is very well manicured.
After about the third staircase, I began to realize that I was panting like crazy.
***Let me pause here. You may have noticed that the little tracker on my SparkPage hasn't been moving lately. If I were being honest with you it would have been moving back up the scale for the past few months. But these past 2 weeks, I have buckled down and am within 1.5 pounds of the stated number, so I feel OK to confess that little tidbit.***
So anyway, I'm panting on the stairs like someone who's just run a marathon and thinking how terribly out of shape I am. And then I think, "How much worse would this have been 28 pounds ago? Or even two weeks ago..."
Wow. I astonished myself, even.
I am so glad I had that little boy to drag me around exploring today. Not only did I get a better lay of the land (and the bathroom situation), but I realized that this plateau, even though it's annoying, could be so much worse! I could be stuck at 230!
And then I went and wiped all 60 tables in the lunchroom.
Wow. I've got muscles in my back! I know now because they're all sore and stuff...
Better health through involuntary exercise... My new motto. =)
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
1) I homeschool my kids
2) I can sing every TMBG song on most of their kid's albums (Except the Science one)
3) I make my own yogurt (also my own mayo, but we're not talking about that here... shhhh...)
4) I have pretty eyes
5) I have friends who love me for who I am, mustache, unibrow and all
How's that Phil?
Wednesday, September 07, 2011
One of my best friends in the world lives in CA. We went shopping together, did all sorts of fun stay-at-home wife stuff together, we were neighbors for a while, we even got pregnant at the same time. We also got fat together.
She came to visit early in the Spring and was so inspired by my weight loss that she decided to change her diet and exercise, too. She just hit the 30 pound mark.
When I read that post on facebook, I... well, I can't print here what my first thoughts were because they were vitriolic to say the least. I am so ashamed of that. What kind of friend am I to be so pissed off that she beat me to the 30 pound mark? The fact that I've been stalled here for so long is not her fault. Me shoving entire cakes in my face is not her fault. Me eating chocolate chips instead of exercising is not her fault. She didn't even send me my usual box of
brownies on my birthday.
No, my sad state of affairs is all *my* fault. Why can't I be proud that I inspired her to change? Why can't I be excited for her to reach such a milestone? OK #1, she's only got 10 more pounds to go, that makes my heart ache some. And #2 she beat me to 30. I'm wounded. And I'm annoyed that this stupid fat made me unable to be proud of someone I really love and who deserves it.
And I'm jealous, dangit.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Somebody in my house had a birthday not long ago. I'm not going to name any names, but I will say that she turned the big 3-4. She went moonbat crazy and decided to live on nothing but cake and soda for a few weeks. Again. Not naming any names... *ahem* (it's me...) *cough* *coughcoughcoughcoughHACK!*
I've been very lucky that I haven't gained much weight. But I have been a bad, bad girl. There. I said it. BAD!
I've also been really, really busy. First I had that 4th of July party I blogged about already, then we went to a library opening, rode Thomas the Train, went to DH's work picnic, went to Remlinger Farms twice (an amusement park), Foxhollow farm once (an actual farm), visited the Everett Children's Museum, the shore twice to check out tide pools, got some new glasses, made three batches of jam, two batches of canned tomatoes and a batch of pickles, had people over for dinner 7 times (very rare to have that many in a year for us much less in two months!), and that doesn't count all the swimming lessons, trips to the park, farmer's market, and church that we always do. Oh yeah, and the whole snake thing...
Did I exercise? Erm... no. Did I count calories? Nopers. Was I even remotely careful about what I ate? Nopety, nope, nope nope.
I've still got blackberry jam to be made and put up. And I'll start my homeschooling year this week, with our first co-op starting next week. Plus my PKD walk is coming up and I want to start planning an alterna-ween party.
Two of our friends were out of town the entire month of July and now that they're back we've been having playdates like crazy before school starts back. Which is good on the stuffing cake in the face department because it's harder to stuff cake in my face while I'm wearing my cheauffer hat driving down the Interstate.
One of these families is my nutrition hero. Organic? Yes. Vegetarian? Yes. Gluten free? Yes (OK, I don't want to do that one, but still...) Fresh and local? Yes. Small quantities? Yes. Mashed Potatoes covered in butter and sour cream Paula Deen style? No freakin' way. Cake for breakfast? No again. Not even gluten free.
So on the one hand, I've been shoving cookies in my face as fast as humanly possible, even falling back into bad old habits like buying donuts at the store and eating them in the car on the way home (I said it was harder, not impossible). But on the other hand, I've been packing healthy lunches for my boys and I to take on outings with my healthy friends.
I've been distracted to say the least. But the annoying thing is that I could have done more. And less. I could have done more exercising and less poor eating. I lost all willpower. My energy and waistline are suffering. Starting to sound all wounded moosey on the stairs again. I hate that. But I have a new goal. We may be going home in November for the first time in almost two years. I really want to look better than I did last time. Right now I'm about the weight I was, so that's a good starting point.
So there you go. Thanks to all my Sparkies who inquired as to my well-being lately. I am fine, I am here, I am just not very inspiring at the moment...
Now! I'm off to the store to buy more canning jars...
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