So at almost 5 months postpartum I've still got 20-25 lbs to lose. I've been working out and I've got no one to blame but myself. I've been eating really unhealthy and in large quantities. I don't want to stop eating yummy unhealthy food but something has to change. Today I started a new plan that I just made up where I allow myself to eat pretty much whatever between the time I get up and noon and then from noon to 5 I try to incorporate more fruits and veggies and then for dinner I have a Lean Cuisine or something similar and then NOTHING else after dinner. Well it's 9 pm and I want some snacks sooooo bad!
I brushed my teeth.
I am chewing gum like crack and still my brain keeps telling me I want a pop tart or some cookies or some chips or SOMETHING..anything.
But so far I have been strong. I have to believe that this is just my body detoxing from sugar and that it has to get easier. It just has to.
Monday, January 23, 2012
Friday, January 20, 2012
There is no excuse now....
I downloaded the blogger app to my phone so now I have absolutely no excuse not to blog more often.
Today was full of ups and downs. I followed through with one of my New Years Resolutions and invited a friend to lunch. It was amazing. Definitely an "up". Her daughter is suuuuper adorable and so well behaved it puts me and my kids to shame. Plus the food was delish and the conversation was superb!
On my way home I got a text from my sister-in-law. Her and my brother-in-law have been trying to get pregnant for over 16 months. She was actually pregnant the first time at the same time I was pregnant with Oliver. Our due dates were within weeks of each other. Unfortunately that pregnancy ended in miscarriage. They ended up getting pregnant 4 more times after that, all of which ended in failed implantation. On top of that my brother-in-law is an officer in the Air Force and they found out their next relocation will be to Minot, ND. My sister-in-law is from South Carolina. The very THOUGHT of ND makes her blood freeze. Well my brother-in-law applied for a position where they are currently located in the hopes that maybe they could stay and she texted to say they found out they will be going ND for sure. On top of that, last week they had another failed implantation and have officially been referred to an infertility specialist. A definite "down".
I feel so bad for them. It's also hard for me to know the right thing to say. I've never been in that situation. Sam and I look at each other too long and get pregnant. In the past I've said stupid shit like "everything happens for a reason" or "it wasn't the right time" or "God has a plan and we just don't know what it is yet" (and I'm not even religious!). Today though I spoke from my heart and said that I don't pretend to know what she's going through an I don't want to say anything stupid so I just told her that I will be here to listen if she ever wants to vent.
It's so frustrating! I know her and my brother-in-law will be amazing parents. I really do hope all of this infertility is for a reason and they will get pregnant soon.
All week we've been talking about going to Jupiter's 2 for dinner. I've been craving their pizza. When we got there the whole section by the play area was closed for a private party and there was a 45 min wait for a regular table. A "downer". We let the kids play for a while and then decided to hit Culver's on the way home. I got a chicken sandwich which was disgusting but I ate it anyway because I was starving and the fries were cold and Gwen's corn dog was GREY. To make up for the icky sandwich and cold fries I ordered a medium concrete mixer and ATE THE WHOLE THING. Usually I share with Sam or the kids but no I ate it all so now I feel like a huge fat blob. Downer!
Today was full of ups and downs. I followed through with one of my New Years Resolutions and invited a friend to lunch. It was amazing. Definitely an "up". Her daughter is suuuuper adorable and so well behaved it puts me and my kids to shame. Plus the food was delish and the conversation was superb!
On my way home I got a text from my sister-in-law. Her and my brother-in-law have been trying to get pregnant for over 16 months. She was actually pregnant the first time at the same time I was pregnant with Oliver. Our due dates were within weeks of each other. Unfortunately that pregnancy ended in miscarriage. They ended up getting pregnant 4 more times after that, all of which ended in failed implantation. On top of that my brother-in-law is an officer in the Air Force and they found out their next relocation will be to Minot, ND. My sister-in-law is from South Carolina. The very THOUGHT of ND makes her blood freeze. Well my brother-in-law applied for a position where they are currently located in the hopes that maybe they could stay and she texted to say they found out they will be going ND for sure. On top of that, last week they had another failed implantation and have officially been referred to an infertility specialist. A definite "down".
I feel so bad for them. It's also hard for me to know the right thing to say. I've never been in that situation. Sam and I look at each other too long and get pregnant. In the past I've said stupid shit like "everything happens for a reason" or "it wasn't the right time" or "God has a plan and we just don't know what it is yet" (and I'm not even religious!). Today though I spoke from my heart and said that I don't pretend to know what she's going through an I don't want to say anything stupid so I just told her that I will be here to listen if she ever wants to vent.
It's so frustrating! I know her and my brother-in-law will be amazing parents. I really do hope all of this infertility is for a reason and they will get pregnant soon.
All week we've been talking about going to Jupiter's 2 for dinner. I've been craving their pizza. When we got there the whole section by the play area was closed for a private party and there was a 45 min wait for a regular table. A "downer". We let the kids play for a while and then decided to hit Culver's on the way home. I got a chicken sandwich which was disgusting but I ate it anyway because I was starving and the fries were cold and Gwen's corn dog was GREY. To make up for the icky sandwich and cold fries I ordered a medium concrete mixer and ATE THE WHOLE THING. Usually I share with Sam or the kids but no I ate it all so now I feel like a huge fat blob. Downer!
Oliver finds his feet!
Oliver is 4.5 months and as of a few days ago he is OBSESSED with his feet. It's quite cute actually.
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