After almost 2 weeks of eating well, drinking lots of water and running every other day, I finally weighed myself. I don't know what I was expecting. Well, I do. I was expecting and hoping to see a number like 135lbs staring back at me.
Sigh.
139.6lbs
Ugh. Apparently I was much heavier than I initially thought. It's just so discouraging.
I know I am losing because my clothes have been fitting better and I feel it. I feel less bloated and more trim. D even commented that I looked like I'd lost some pudge, too! But, this number means I've got a lot of hard work ahead of me. Ideally, I'd like to be 128lbs but I'll settle for 130lbs.
10lbs to go. I've got to step up the exercise and stay diligent with the diet. I need to add some other exercises to my regime because running alone isn't going to flatten that tummy or trim those Wonder Bread arms.
Friday, June 4, 2010
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Day 3
Surviving.
So far, I have done the following:
1. Consumed lots of water.
2. Eaten lots of veggies... without dip.
3. Had only 1 beer. It was a can of Lucky so let's face it, Lucky is not beer.
4. No fries. Okay, I lie. I ate less than 10 last night.
5. I've gone running! Once.
I guessed at my weight and plugged it into a random website, which told me my ideal weight is 129lbs and that a I could reach that number by August 12th, 2010. Perhaps I'll make that my new goal?
So far, I have done the following:
1. Consumed lots of water.
2. Eaten lots of veggies... without dip.
3. Had only 1 beer. It was a can of Lucky so let's face it, Lucky is not beer.
4. No fries. Okay, I lie. I ate less than 10 last night.
5. I've gone running! Once.
I guessed at my weight and plugged it into a random website, which told me my ideal weight is 129lbs and that a I could reach that number by August 12th, 2010. Perhaps I'll make that my new goal?
Monday, May 24, 2010
Fat.
And not in the cool 'ph' sort of way.
I'm fat. I really & truly am. I was just getting dressed and it hit me that I'm practically hiking my jeans up to my armpits in an attempt to hide my love handles. I look like I'm 4-5 months pregnant and the flowing top I'm wearing doesn't let others think otherwise. I can sense my double chin when I'm not even doing anything! F*ck.
I need an intervention. I need to grow some balls and stick with a diet and healthier eating habits. I need to muster up all the motivation and willpower I have to say no to the bad stuff and yes to exercise. I need someone to come to my house and force me outside for a workout. I need to be beaten into shape! I think I hit my body image rock bottom this morning. Sigh.
My 5 lifestyle changes, effective immediately, are as follows:
1. Water, water and more water.
2. Absolutely no snacks that involve dip.
3. Once again, no wine or beer on weeknights.
4. No fries.
5. Exercise. Get off the couch & run!
There is no way I'm stepping on a scale this morning seeing as I've already eaten 3kg of chips and a vat of dip and it's not even 10:30am yet. From this point onward, I will do better TODAY!
Live by the List!
I love lists. Lists are the only way I stay on top of things and they give me such a sense of accomplishment. I feel so satisfied when I'm able to cross things I've done or bought off my lists!
I make lists telling me what I need to do each day, what needs to be cleaned and what I need from the grocery store. I live by a list at work, too. I keep an excellent record of what I need to do, things I've done, people I've spoken to or need to call and in general, I'm organized there.
I have a running list of things I want for myself or the house that I would consider non-essential items. Yesterday, D & I created our master wish list for the backyard and it's something we'll plug away at throughout the summer. It'll remind us of what we want and allow us to spread out the purchases.
Since going back to work, I've been slacking in the list department. Case in point? I went to the grocery store on Friday for homo milk for Max and a few veggies for the cottage. I went in repeating "milk, veggies & dip, hummus" over and over again. I came out with everything but the milk. We went grocery shopping yesterday and once again, no list. I forgot all of the basic essentials. I should have had a list!
My May resolution is to get back into the list thing. It's the only way for me to stay on top of things and keep within a budget. So, notebook at the ready and pen in hand... off to list I go!
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Babble.
I've been keeping a secret. Some people knew about it and I'm sure some people certainly noticed but for the most part, I've held this one close to my heart and kept it quiet.
No, not pregnant. Promise!
A few months back, our doctor asked if M was babbling and making lots of sounds at his 9 month appointment. I said yes because he was... right? Well, no. What I thought was babble was really just variations of the same sound. It really wasn't until I spent more time with other babies and heard the repetitive babble & sounds they were making that I wondered why M wasn't doing the same. He was hitting all other milestones so I wasn't too worried and I put it down to a few things. Perhaps we'd been too conversational with him? Not enough flashcard or book time? He was putting all his energy into crawling and standing and basically, moving? He'd always been a quiet kid, the type who stares intently and slowly smiles but never laughs & waves at strangers. He loved being around people but was always happy to play independently.
Fast forward to his 12 month appointment a few weeks back and I had to admit to our doctor that M still hadn't said a word and was only making the same variation of a "ha" sound. He knows what we're talking about and follows instructions but it doesn't matter what you say or how often you repeat it, he'll only answer back with a "ha" or an "enh" noise. She suggested we call to get on the 6-8 month waiting list for a speech pathologist to help us pinpoint the problem. I finally called last night after M's follow-up doctor's visit for his vaccinations and got us on the list. The woman on the other end of the phone suggested we arrange a hearing test for M to make sure his hearing is up to snuff. He's clearly hearing us but maybe not as good as he could be.
I emailed my boss whose wife is an audiologist and she called me immediately. She calmed my fears and without looking at him, she is certain he doesn't have hearing issues based on our chat. That said, she is going to take a look at him next week and make sure he doesn't have any issues like fluid in the ears or hearing loss.
When I came home from my appointment, D was walking M by the hands back and forth through the house. As he came towards me, I heard the most wonderful sound ever!
"Umma, umma, mama!"
Honestly, that was the FIRST time he'd ever made a noise other than the "ha" sound and later that night, he was babbling nonstop. Those were the best sounds I've ever heard. He was trying out his vowels & consonants all night and all morning! I am so happy.
It's been hard to keep this to myself because I've wanted to share and ask for advice but so often, there can be this "he's not WHAT?!" or "my child was doing that at X age!!!" which prevented me from saying anything. I was worried people, even friends, would think there was something wrong or inferior with M and even think that D & I hadn't done enough with him. I know parenting isn't a competition but sometimes it's really hard not to compare your child to others. Last night reminded me of that old adage that slow & steady wins the race and once again, to never pass judgment on another mother or child. You never know what's happening behind closed doors.
No, not pregnant. Promise!
A few months back, our doctor asked if M was babbling and making lots of sounds at his 9 month appointment. I said yes because he was... right? Well, no. What I thought was babble was really just variations of the same sound. It really wasn't until I spent more time with other babies and heard the repetitive babble & sounds they were making that I wondered why M wasn't doing the same. He was hitting all other milestones so I wasn't too worried and I put it down to a few things. Perhaps we'd been too conversational with him? Not enough flashcard or book time? He was putting all his energy into crawling and standing and basically, moving? He'd always been a quiet kid, the type who stares intently and slowly smiles but never laughs & waves at strangers. He loved being around people but was always happy to play independently.
Fast forward to his 12 month appointment a few weeks back and I had to admit to our doctor that M still hadn't said a word and was only making the same variation of a "ha" sound. He knows what we're talking about and follows instructions but it doesn't matter what you say or how often you repeat it, he'll only answer back with a "ha" or an "enh" noise. She suggested we call to get on the 6-8 month waiting list for a speech pathologist to help us pinpoint the problem. I finally called last night after M's follow-up doctor's visit for his vaccinations and got us on the list. The woman on the other end of the phone suggested we arrange a hearing test for M to make sure his hearing is up to snuff. He's clearly hearing us but maybe not as good as he could be.
I emailed my boss whose wife is an audiologist and she called me immediately. She calmed my fears and without looking at him, she is certain he doesn't have hearing issues based on our chat. That said, she is going to take a look at him next week and make sure he doesn't have any issues like fluid in the ears or hearing loss.
When I came home from my appointment, D was walking M by the hands back and forth through the house. As he came towards me, I heard the most wonderful sound ever!
"Umma, umma, mama!"
Honestly, that was the FIRST time he'd ever made a noise other than the "ha" sound and later that night, he was babbling nonstop. Those were the best sounds I've ever heard. He was trying out his vowels & consonants all night and all morning! I am so happy.
It's been hard to keep this to myself because I've wanted to share and ask for advice but so often, there can be this "he's not WHAT?!" or "my child was doing that at X age!!!" which prevented me from saying anything. I was worried people, even friends, would think there was something wrong or inferior with M and even think that D & I hadn't done enough with him. I know parenting isn't a competition but sometimes it's really hard not to compare your child to others. Last night reminded me of that old adage that slow & steady wins the race and once again, to never pass judgment on another mother or child. You never know what's happening behind closed doors.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Saturday, May 15, 2010
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