We use the word so lightly like, "I'm addicted to Chapstick" or "I'm such a cupcake addict", but the real thing is no joke. It turns people into ugly monsters who become so good at manipulating and lying that you don't even recognize them. They hurt their families so badly that all trust is lost. Those who love the addicts turn into worriers with a cold spot in their hearts and a dark cloud floating above their heads all the time.
Enough is enough. Get help already before it is too late.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
INSANITY
Today I stayed home sick to rest from a little bug that has been bringing me down for the past few days. My hubby came home early and brought lunch with him. As we sat on the couch watching TV after we ate, he said, "Starting tomorrow, we are doing Insanity every day until Florida."
INSANITY is just that. High intensity plyometrics and cardio for 35-45 minutes. It is so tough that the people on the DVD can't even keep up. I was very dedicated to INSANITY before we started trying to get pregnant and the last time I did it, I lost 10 lbs in 1 month and grew muscles in places I didn't even know muscles existed.
I've done it maybe a total of 5 times in the last almost 7 months since Grayson was born. Time to get back on the horse. It will be much easier with Josh by my side encouraging me. I have from now until we leave for Disney on Friday February 17th to remember how good it feels to be in shape. If I ever learn how to post photos on here I will show some before and after shots.
Wish me luck. I will definitely need it.
INSANITY is just that. High intensity plyometrics and cardio for 35-45 minutes. It is so tough that the people on the DVD can't even keep up. I was very dedicated to INSANITY before we started trying to get pregnant and the last time I did it, I lost 10 lbs in 1 month and grew muscles in places I didn't even know muscles existed.
I've done it maybe a total of 5 times in the last almost 7 months since Grayson was born. Time to get back on the horse. It will be much easier with Josh by my side encouraging me. I have from now until we leave for Disney on Friday February 17th to remember how good it feels to be in shape. If I ever learn how to post photos on here I will show some before and after shots.
Wish me luck. I will definitely need it.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Goooooaaaaaal!!!!!!!!
Since my last post, I've been making a concerted effort to exercise. What that has amounted to is 3 workouts in the last 9 days. Not too good, but it's better than ZERO.
In February, hubby and I are taking our little love on his first vacation to Disney. My goal for the days that we can lounge by the pool is to be able to rock the sexy one-piece I wore pre-prego. MILFness here I come!
In February, hubby and I are taking our little love on his first vacation to Disney. My goal for the days that we can lounge by the pool is to be able to rock the sexy one-piece I wore pre-prego. MILFness here I come!
Saturday, November 5, 2011
fat
Ok so here it is. I am fat. I am. I am not saying this to fish for compliments because I truly have become fat. Not just overweight or "I could lose a few pounds" actually fat. According to my BMI (which may or may not be BS) I am obese.
My weight is something that has affected me nearly my whole life. The first time I remember thinking I was fat was in 7th grade. I was 12 years old. I remember feeling the way my jeans would be tight and a little roll of flesh would go over them when I sat down. Looking back, I was not fat then, just going through puberty and I had a little extra chub here and there. Those thoughts stayed with me. Even when I was cheerleading throughout high school and getting great workouts and I was in the best shape of my life, I still thought Iwas fat. I weighed 140 pounds.
After my pregnancy, I lost all 40 pounds that I gained plus about 3 extra, probably from nursing. When I stopped nursing, the weight started piling back on faster than I believed it could. Before I knew it, I had gained 14 pounds back. FOURTEEN.
I am so ashamed, disgusted, depressed and disappointed that I let this happen. I need to change. I've been saying this for years and not doing anything. I kept waiting until the right time, which would be when exactly? I always seem to have the perfect excuse, I have no time, I'm too tired, I have school work, etc. What I am really saying is I'm too lazy, I'm too afraid, What if I fail?, etc.
This ends now. I have NEVER EVER told people how much I weigh because it literally would cripple me with embarrassment. I am hoping that since no one actually reads this, that I am still not telling anyone how much I weigh. I am using this blog as a last ditch effort to turn my life around so Ican start enjoying it again. As of this morning. I weigh 192, stark naked. Let the games begin.
My weight is something that has affected me nearly my whole life. The first time I remember thinking I was fat was in 7th grade. I was 12 years old. I remember feeling the way my jeans would be tight and a little roll of flesh would go over them when I sat down. Looking back, I was not fat then, just going through puberty and I had a little extra chub here and there. Those thoughts stayed with me. Even when I was cheerleading throughout high school and getting great workouts and I was in the best shape of my life, I still thought Iwas fat. I weighed 140 pounds.
After my pregnancy, I lost all 40 pounds that I gained plus about 3 extra, probably from nursing. When I stopped nursing, the weight started piling back on faster than I believed it could. Before I knew it, I had gained 14 pounds back. FOURTEEN.
I am so ashamed, disgusted, depressed and disappointed that I let this happen. I need to change. I've been saying this for years and not doing anything. I kept waiting until the right time, which would be when exactly? I always seem to have the perfect excuse, I have no time, I'm too tired, I have school work, etc. What I am really saying is I'm too lazy, I'm too afraid, What if I fail?, etc.
This ends now. I have NEVER EVER told people how much I weigh because it literally would cripple me with embarrassment. I am hoping that since no one actually reads this, that I am still not telling anyone how much I weigh. I am using this blog as a last ditch effort to turn my life around so Ican start enjoying it again. As of this morning. I weigh 192, stark naked. Let the games begin.
Perspective
When I became a brand new mommy almost 6 months ago, I'm not going to lie, things were difficult. Trying to scrounge up the energy to do ANYTHING unrelated to Grayson was an impossibility. My only duty in life for at least the first eight weeks was being a cow. Not in the self-loathing "why am I so fat?" sense, but in the literal sense because Grayson was eating every 1.5-2 hours. An eating schedule like that leaves little room for anything else, much-needed sleep included. To be fair, Grayson DID start sleeping through the night at about 6 weeks, which is apparently ridiculously early according to the reactions I got when answering the question of "how does he sleep?" though he rarely napped during the day.
At about 3 months, things settled down tremendously. He was eating every 3-3.5 hours, sleeping in frequent, though short, periods throughout the day and still sleeping through the night with the occasional pre-dawn rousing. Now,I actually go to bed some nights hoping he will wake up just so I can spend that much more time with him. I have since stopped nursing due to low milk supply since going back to work and there are days when I LONG to feel like a cow again. The closeness you feel with your baby during nursing sessions cannot be beat by anything in the whole world and I desperately miss it, but that is a whole other story.
The point here is that your baby grows and changes so rapidly and every difficult phase is fleeting in the grand scheme of things. Savor every last bit of every sleepless night, every crying fit, every smile, every milestone, every everything because it all goes by too quickly.
At about 3 months, things settled down tremendously. He was eating every 3-3.5 hours, sleeping in frequent, though short, periods throughout the day and still sleeping through the night with the occasional pre-dawn rousing. Now,I actually go to bed some nights hoping he will wake up just so I can spend that much more time with him. I have since stopped nursing due to low milk supply since going back to work and there are days when I LONG to feel like a cow again. The closeness you feel with your baby during nursing sessions cannot be beat by anything in the whole world and I desperately miss it, but that is a whole other story.
The point here is that your baby grows and changes so rapidly and every difficult phase is fleeting in the grand scheme of things. Savor every last bit of every sleepless night, every crying fit, every smile, every milestone, every everything because it all goes by too quickly.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
bacon and eggs
Breakfast is by far my favorite meal. When I was pregnant, it would be nothing for me to put away the Schnecksville Breakfast Feast, named for the diner that made it. It was composed of 2 eggs (any way), choice of meat, hash browns, toast, and pancakes. It came on three plates and was delicious! Now that Grayson is here, diner breakfasts aren't as practical, so I like to make my own breakfast feast on the weekends when I have time. This morning I served scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage (links, not patties), potatoes O'Brien (not gonna lie, they were in a bag), bagels with plain and veggie cream cheese, orange, and apple juices. I had to serve myself, and it came on one plate, but it was every bit as delicious!
Snowmaggedoween
Our Halloween party plans officially went out the snow-covered window yesterday morning at about 9:30am. As I was getting my hair cut, colored, and highlighted, I was texting and Facebooking feverishly to see if the snow had minimized the already scant guest list. The results were 1 yes and 2 maybes. I was secretly happy. My husband is not the type of man to sit still, so on snowy days, I get excited because I know it means some couch time with the hubs is definitely on the agenda. All the food and drinks had already been purchased so me, josh, and "uncle" pete had our own little Halloween soirée complete with awful store-bought pizza bagels, an Epic Fail Mealtime, a super fussy baby, some Resident Evil 5, The History of Zombies, Stella, and of course 8 inches of snow. To many, this sounds horrifically boring, but to me, it was perfect.
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