Today has been a relatively good day. I woke up and asked my sister if she wanted to get coffee. She just moved up to our side of town from down South. So, now my mother has BOTH her girls back on her side of Denver. My sister let me in on a little secret (because everything tends to be a "don't tell mom!" which I find odd). Her and her partner of 10 years are starting to plan a family.
That was partly their motivation for moving closer to family. They have had their fair share of struggles financially and with family dynamics, but they feel they are ready to start the artificial insemination process. My sister's partner will carry the first child, because issues of blood relations vs. adoption is very important to her side of the family, where they have both- but they are not handled well pitting each other against each other with "well, you don't like so and so as much because he is adopted" So for her to give her mother the first BLOOD related grandchild, she thinks, would cause less drama. And then, if all goes well, my sister may try a shot at carrying the 2nd one.
The whole conversation made me feel very humble to not have to jump through so many danged hoops to have a baby. After all, I don't have to pay $250 for sperm and no one insisted I get a full physical before even thinking of impregnating me. I told her to be ready for ups and down, because any couple has those month after month- my husband and I can attest to that, but I would LOVE a new niece or nephew to spoil.
We settled for Jamba Juice instead of coffee (I think it is my new addiction when we have money), it doesnt make my stomach churn after I've finished it and it doesn't leave me feeling as guilty because I get fruits and veggies. It does, however, make a HUGE contribution to my carb intake so I always need to be sure to plan it in
My husband gave me my time yesterday, so today was his time. He went to Kohl's to get new work clothes and then got a new haircut.
After juice, a small blizzard started and my kiddo and I came back home for lunch, where I rejected my husband's mac and cheese and hot dogs and settled for something I assumed was healthier- chicken tortilla soup. It still was full of calories, but at least it wasn't as rubbery tasting.
After that, without even meaning to I napped for quite a long time, because the kiddo was napping too. After we both woke up, it was a trip to Wal-Mart for some food and other staples that we have been forgetting to buy and then some frozen pizza for dinner, that was also planned. I picked my Freschatta Mushroom and Spinach, because its the best tasting frozen pizza I've ever had- and I usually hate frozen pizza. It was also an opportunity to grab a bag of salad too, which was very refreshing. I didn't even really count the calories for that piece of dinner, I was just happy to get more veggies into my day.
The husband made cookies again, this time he couldn't even use our daughter and him bonding as an excuse because she was not paying any attention to him at all. Regardless, those put me over in calories, fat, carbs, just about everything except being low in protein. Oops.
I like filling in my food diary by hand though, its very fulfilling to just tell myself my short term goal is FILL THAT BOOK up. I think part of my lack of motivation was unclear goal setting. I revisited The Spark book in addition to the other books I purchased.
I already finished the memoir about the mother who put her obese daughter on a diet and I have mixed feelings about it. So mixed in fact, that I am going back through it making notes on things I agree with and things that just don't make any sense to me. I might post some findings on my blog to get some more opinions, but we'll see. It would be GREAT as a book club for moms worried about childhood obesity.
Now I just need to get my exercise in check too.