Well it's so far so good for my resolutions to change my lifestyle. I didn't end up exercising Monday morning, but I did yesterday and I will again tomorrow. Assuming I can still walk, that is. My legs are more sore this morning than they were last night. Hell, they're more sore now than they were two hours ago. But at least the exercising has commenced.
My diet has been very good the last two days, having ended both days within my calorie range. And I really haven't been very hungry, so overeating hasn't even been an issue. Thank goodness for that. Now if I can keep my head xdown and make it through this first week with no complications, that will be a big boost to my confidence in my ability to follow through with this.
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
Friday, January 4, 2013
My Promises to Myself
With the start date for my Complete Lifestyle Makeover (or CLM, for short) only 3 days away, I find myself feeling a touch of anxiety about it. Not that I'm unsure about what needs to be done and how I'm going to do it. On that I am quite confident. I'm just a little bit worried about my ability to follow through. And the only reason I'm worried is because I tend to be my own worst enemy in this area. I doubt myself, I let myself get deterred from putting in the effort, I dump all over myself any (and every) time I have a setback... I am the master at making myself feel like a piece of crap. That fact in mind, I have decided to make the following promises to myself:
1.) Whether my progress is fast or slow, I'll be sure to keep it steady. 'Slow and steady wins the race' will be my mantra.
2.) I will take my dieting and exercising one day at a time.
3.) I will not berate myself for every little slip-up.
4.) I will be sure to remind myself that my slip-ups are, in fact, little.
5.) If at any point I start to stray from the path of healthiness and/or start falling to pieces over the weight (no pun intended) of it all, I will reach out. Because there are people in my life who care as much about me as I should, and they will want to help me.
1.) Whether my progress is fast or slow, I'll be sure to keep it steady. 'Slow and steady wins the race' will be my mantra.
2.) I will take my dieting and exercising one day at a time.
3.) I will not berate myself for every little slip-up.
4.) I will be sure to remind myself that my slip-ups are, in fact, little.
5.) If at any point I start to stray from the path of healthiness and/or start falling to pieces over the weight (no pun intended) of it all, I will reach out. Because there are people in my life who care as much about me as I should, and they will want to help me.
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
It's Time
With the arrival of the new year comes the resolutions. Some new, many old, some really big and important, some dinky or frivolous. For the first time in my life I am making a resolution, a great big important one, that I am going to stick to no matter what. I have to.
My resolution in 2013 is to GET HEALTHY. And I'm not just talking about the 'lose weight and get in shape' kind of healthy, I am talking about a COMPLETE LIFESTYLE MAKEOVER. I am talking about a complete overhaul of my eating habits, my food intake, my physical activity - everything. I need to change what and how much I eat. I need to seriously curb my alcohol intake, if not give it up entirely. I need to become active and fit. I need to create a completely new set of (healthy) habits that I do now and tomorrow and every day for the rest of my life. Do I need to 'lose weight and get in shape'? Oh yes, but I need to do it on a massive scale. In short, I need to lose 80 lbs. And that's not "I have to lose 80 lbs in order to be skinny and hot." That's, "I need to lose 80 goddamn lbs before I am at what my doctor considers to be my optimum healthy weight." That is going to take everything I have and more, but I have to do it. I'm 31 years old, I have two small children, a wonderful husband and the whole rest of my life to live. I can't put off changing any longer. I am out of time and out of excuses, and starting January 7th it's do or die time. 2013 is the year I get my shit together and become the wife, mother, and PERSON that I've always wanted to be. For my family, for my future, and for MYSELF. Because I'm worth it, dammit.
My resolution in 2013 is to GET HEALTHY. And I'm not just talking about the 'lose weight and get in shape' kind of healthy, I am talking about a COMPLETE LIFESTYLE MAKEOVER. I am talking about a complete overhaul of my eating habits, my food intake, my physical activity - everything. I need to change what and how much I eat. I need to seriously curb my alcohol intake, if not give it up entirely. I need to become active and fit. I need to create a completely new set of (healthy) habits that I do now and tomorrow and every day for the rest of my life. Do I need to 'lose weight and get in shape'? Oh yes, but I need to do it on a massive scale. In short, I need to lose 80 lbs. And that's not "I have to lose 80 lbs in order to be skinny and hot." That's, "I need to lose 80 goddamn lbs before I am at what my doctor considers to be my optimum healthy weight." That is going to take everything I have and more, but I have to do it. I'm 31 years old, I have two small children, a wonderful husband and the whole rest of my life to live. I can't put off changing any longer. I am out of time and out of excuses, and starting January 7th it's do or die time. 2013 is the year I get my shit together and become the wife, mother, and PERSON that I've always wanted to be. For my family, for my future, and for MYSELF. Because I'm worth it, dammit.
Monday, December 17, 2012
No Words
By now there is not a single person in this country who does not know about the terrible events of last Friday the 14th. The Sandy Hook Elementary School Massacre in Newtown, CT.
For the last three days the whole of the internet has been bursting with information updates about the shootings, the victims, the shooter... Every news site has been posting headlines non-stop, and every social media outlet has been overrun with posts; things like, "Prayers go out to the victims and their families..." "Hug your children tighter tonight..." "Pray for the teachers heading to work next week..." "Such a tragedy...." "Why was there no warning about something like this..." "More attention needs to be given to the mental health industry in America..." "If only God were allowed in schools, this never would have happened..." "There are just no words..." That's the one I've seen the most of, over and over - "There are no words" - which has been followed up by a myriad of paragraphs FULL of words saying how sad it is, how so-and-so's heart goes out to the victims, how they are praying for them and their families...
My Facebook profile has been purposely absent of any and all mention of the tragedy in CT. You see for me, as a parent of two small children (one of whom will start Kindergarden next year), there really and truly are NO words.
As soon as I heard about what had happened, I put myself in the mindset of one of the parents of those 20 murdered children. I imagined what would be going on in my mind if I sent my daughter to school, the same as every other day, only to find out later that she had been gunned down at her tiny little desk in her colorful little classroom by a monster with a semi-automatic assault rifle. After imagining all of that I sat down at my computer, ready to post some sympathy-filled status update on Facebook, and that's when it hit me - there are no words.
If I was one of the parents forced to live through Friday's horrible situation, there would be no words in the whole of the English language (or any language for that matter) that would ever come anywhere close to offering any sort of comfort. There is nothing that could be said by any friends or family members that would ease my suffering any tiny little bit. No words of condolences by state officials, and no offerings of hope and support from the President would ever be able to soften the blow of losing my child. The heartbreak I would suffer would be complete and unending, and no words from that moment forward to the end of my life would ever make anything better.
So here I sit, three days later, still with no words to offer up to anyone about what's happened, because there are none. My silence on the matter is all-encompassing of how I feel about this awful tragedy, and my silence is all I have to offer to the families of the 26 people who died at Sandy Hook Elementary on Friday. I know that nothing I could say to anyone one of them would offer any comfort, so I will give them my silent respect instead.
For the last three days the whole of the internet has been bursting with information updates about the shootings, the victims, the shooter... Every news site has been posting headlines non-stop, and every social media outlet has been overrun with posts; things like, "Prayers go out to the victims and their families..." "Hug your children tighter tonight..." "Pray for the teachers heading to work next week..." "Such a tragedy...." "Why was there no warning about something like this..." "More attention needs to be given to the mental health industry in America..." "If only God were allowed in schools, this never would have happened..." "There are just no words..." That's the one I've seen the most of, over and over - "There are no words" - which has been followed up by a myriad of paragraphs FULL of words saying how sad it is, how so-and-so's heart goes out to the victims, how they are praying for them and their families...
My Facebook profile has been purposely absent of any and all mention of the tragedy in CT. You see for me, as a parent of two small children (one of whom will start Kindergarden next year), there really and truly are NO words.
As soon as I heard about what had happened, I put myself in the mindset of one of the parents of those 20 murdered children. I imagined what would be going on in my mind if I sent my daughter to school, the same as every other day, only to find out later that she had been gunned down at her tiny little desk in her colorful little classroom by a monster with a semi-automatic assault rifle. After imagining all of that I sat down at my computer, ready to post some sympathy-filled status update on Facebook, and that's when it hit me - there are no words.
If I was one of the parents forced to live through Friday's horrible situation, there would be no words in the whole of the English language (or any language for that matter) that would ever come anywhere close to offering any sort of comfort. There is nothing that could be said by any friends or family members that would ease my suffering any tiny little bit. No words of condolences by state officials, and no offerings of hope and support from the President would ever be able to soften the blow of losing my child. The heartbreak I would suffer would be complete and unending, and no words from that moment forward to the end of my life would ever make anything better.
So here I sit, three days later, still with no words to offer up to anyone about what's happened, because there are none. My silence on the matter is all-encompassing of how I feel about this awful tragedy, and my silence is all I have to offer to the families of the 26 people who died at Sandy Hook Elementary on Friday. I know that nothing I could say to anyone one of them would offer any comfort, so I will give them my silent respect instead.
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Sleep is for the weak...?
I have been having a problem as of late.
In the last few weeks I have been losing gobs and gaggles of sleep, and I have no idea why. I haven't changed anything in my eating habits or activities, I don't drink anything caffeinated past 1:00 in the afternoon, and I haven't started any new medications. And yet here I am, wakey wakey eggs and bakey. (Want proof that I'm sleep deprived? I just used a COMPLETELY lame phrase like 'wakey wakey eggs and bakey'.) For whatever reason, I go to bed by 9:00, fall asleep by 10:00 and wake up somewhere between 12:00-2:00 am and can't fall back asleep for the life of me. It isn't that I'm not tired... I'm CRAZY tired! I'm just not sleepy.
Then there's nights like tonight, where I haven't fallen asleep at all (for the record, it's currently 12:48 am).
So here I am, watching reruns of Supernatural on Netflix, blogging about something that is of no importance whatsoever in the real world, and updating my Facebook status about how I can't sleep (making me one of the Facebookers I can't stand). Joy.
In the last few weeks I have been losing gobs and gaggles of sleep, and I have no idea why. I haven't changed anything in my eating habits or activities, I don't drink anything caffeinated past 1:00 in the afternoon, and I haven't started any new medications. And yet here I am, wakey wakey eggs and bakey. (Want proof that I'm sleep deprived? I just used a COMPLETELY lame phrase like 'wakey wakey eggs and bakey'.) For whatever reason, I go to bed by 9:00, fall asleep by 10:00 and wake up somewhere between 12:00-2:00 am and can't fall back asleep for the life of me. It isn't that I'm not tired... I'm CRAZY tired! I'm just not sleepy.
Then there's nights like tonight, where I haven't fallen asleep at all (for the record, it's currently 12:48 am).
So here I am, watching reruns of Supernatural on Netflix, blogging about something that is of no importance whatsoever in the real world, and updating my Facebook status about how I can't sleep (making me one of the Facebookers I can't stand). Joy.
Monday, September 24, 2012
Progress Report
Today is the start of Maron's 3rd week of preschool. She is in the M-W-F Pre-K program at Learn & Grow Preschool in Poulsbo, and she absolutely LOVES it. I mean, really. That girls was made to go to school. There are about 15 other kids in the class with her, so lots of interaction with other kids. She has two teachers that are very nice, and Maron is having the time of her life.
Now that she's in preschool she is doing a lot of writing and drawing. She's even started using scissors, and she's getting quite good with them. Every day when I pick her up there are two or three things (pictures, writing sheets, etc.) in her personal cubby outside of the class. I have a big manila envelope that I am keeping all of her art and school work in, and for the sake of sharing I've uploaded some photos of Maron's artwork so far.
A school bus that Maron cut out and glued onto the paper all by herself.
The color of last week was red.
This one Maron drew at home. It's a picture of her, Marida, Mommy and Stacy (her favorite doll).
Maron had no idea she could paint with fruit!
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
The World Turns
Today is the 11th anniversary of what is arguably the worst terrorist attack America has ever suffered. 9/11
I feel like I should be writing something monumental and important. I feel that because something SO terrible happened on this day 11 years ago, anything I post today should be somber and full of reflection. Or something meaningful and inspiring - words that deserve to live on forever. The problem is, I don't have any. At least, I don't have anything new. Everything that I am thinking or would choose to write about this day have already been thought/spoken/written about by far greater people than me.
So instead of filling the internet with more patriotic prattle, I am going to show how the terrorists haven't defeated my spirit by writing about something simple. Something that won't mean anything to anyone but me and my very closest family. I am going to talk about Maron't first day of preschool.
That's right - my first born daughter turned 4 last month, and yesterday she went to her very first day of Pre-K. She is attending the Learn & Grow Preschool in Poulsbo for the 12:30-3pm class on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. She's only gone one day so far, but she loves it! She's a big girl now, and getting to walk up the stairs to her school and hang her backpack up on a hook outside the classroom... these are the marks of true greatness. At least when you're 4.
So here's to my big girl. And here's to my little girl. And here's to America.
I feel like I should be writing something monumental and important. I feel that because something SO terrible happened on this day 11 years ago, anything I post today should be somber and full of reflection. Or something meaningful and inspiring - words that deserve to live on forever. The problem is, I don't have any. At least, I don't have anything new. Everything that I am thinking or would choose to write about this day have already been thought/spoken/written about by far greater people than me.
So instead of filling the internet with more patriotic prattle, I am going to show how the terrorists haven't defeated my spirit by writing about something simple. Something that won't mean anything to anyone but me and my very closest family. I am going to talk about Maron't first day of preschool.
That's right - my first born daughter turned 4 last month, and yesterday she went to her very first day of Pre-K. She is attending the Learn & Grow Preschool in Poulsbo for the 12:30-3pm class on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. She's only gone one day so far, but she loves it! She's a big girl now, and getting to walk up the stairs to her school and hang her backpack up on a hook outside the classroom... these are the marks of true greatness. At least when you're 4.
So here's to my big girl. And here's to my little girl. And here's to America.
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