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March 31, 2010

WiW: Week 1

Weight: 147.4

Waist: 32
Hips: 38
Thigh: 24.5

I don't even know where to start.

First, YAY! I finished week 1! And I didn't die! I've run ever other day since Thursday. I was sore on Friday, worse Saturday, by Sunday I was feeling a bit better, and by Monday I felt basically normal. And run 3 might have actually been a teensy bit better than run 2.

I had planned to shred on my off running days, but after that first fun, I thought I better wait until I have a couple days to recover from that first shred. I'm glad I waited, because I'm not sure I would have made it through that second run if I had been any more sore.

I'm a little annoyed that I don't have distances for my first two runs. I'm using the Nike+ along with a C25K app on the Touch. I finally got that bug worked out on run 3, my total including warmup and cool down was 2.66 miles. Hmm, I need to put that on the calendar, I guess.

I'm peeved that I've gained a bit of weight, but I haven't exactly been and angel with the eating. Sunday we went to a birthday party and had (yummy) fried dinner and cake, so I guess I can't really act too surprised. I really need to do better with my diet in general, but I'm just craving crap all. the. time. Worse, I think all this wonderful extra exercise is making me hungry. And tired. I thought exercise was supposed to give you more energy?

Anyway, I'm going to keep up with the running, try to eat less (HA!), and I might try working a shred in on Saturday, since I'll have Sunday off to recover from it. I'm also looking at a situps app. I'm totally doing this because the technology is fun.

Whatever works!

Posted by me at 10:31 PM | Comments (0)

March 30, 2010

It's going to be just fine

Jamie and her friend K have been planning a playdate for weeks. Jamie asked a couple times, and when I didn't jump fast enough, she brought home her friend's phone number (and sent ours home with K). K's mom emailed me, but the days didn't work, and then there was Spring Break and grandparents and stuff and finally we've gotten our shit together and we've got a date.

Jamie will be going to K's house, which is only a few blocks away. Her mom has offered to just pick Jamie up at school with K, letting me know that she has an extra booster seat. She's asked about food allergies and issues, if a snack is ok, and how the school wants us to handle the change in transportation. Jamie and K were in Kindergarten together, I've talked to her mom on the phone and through email several times, and we've met in person, although we haven't exchanged more than pleasantries. K and her dad were recently here for Jamie's birthday party. I'm totally comfortable with this.

And then this afternoon, it occurred to me that I've never been to their house. It didn't even cross my mind until I was arranging for Jamie to ride to their house. And I can't even peek in the door, since I won't be taking her.

The thing is, I'm pretty sure this not checking thing makes me a bad mom. I mean, for all I know they do lines of coke on the coffee table and have a gun propped by the door. I should probably be going with her for at least part of this first date. Maybe I should be asking some deep, it-shouldn't-offend-you-cause-I'm-just-looking-out-for-my-kid questions.

My gut, though, is not concerned. I'm confident that I'm sending her to normal, safe house for an afternoon of fun. I am feeling a little guilty and weird, but it's because I haven't met the gold standard of parenting. And then I worry that I'm just justifying my laziness and fear of offending someone by claiming that I'm having faith in humanity and my instincts. I'm worried that K's mom will think I'm not a good mother because I didn't background check her before sending my kid off with her.

And then I think, just let go already.

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March 24, 2010

WiW: Week 0

Starting weight: 146.8

Waist: 32
Hips: 38
Thigh: 24

I lost 10% of my goal, just by thinking about it! I wonder if I could keep that up...

Sadly, my first run has been taken down by a thunder storm. If it had just been lightly raining, I might have given it a go anyway. Almost wish we still had that treadmill. I'm still trying to decide how to adjust my schedule; I'm thinking I'll shred tonight, run Thursday and Saturday, and go back to the MWF running schedule next week. I'm a wee bit worried about trying to recover from the shred the first few days, but that's going to be a problem no matter how this plays out.

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March 23, 2010

Weighty matters

About a month ago, I started writing about my weight, and how I was 10 pounds up from the lightest weight I've been since Owen was born. Then I saw something shiny and never finished writing about how enough is enough, it's time to lose my "winter fat."

Since then, I've lost a pound and gained three. For those of you playing the home game, that means I'm up to 148 pounds.

Then on top of my need to take control back of my muscles, my eating, and my jiggle, Rex started talking about going somewhere warm and beachy this summer while the kids are at my dad's. Somewhere that inspires bikini wearing.

So I've come up with a plan, a goal and a timeframe. I'm going to post updates on Weigh-in Wednesdays to keep me honest and (hopefully) shame me into sticking to the plan.

The goal: 12 or more pounds (136 or less).
The date: July 1, 2010.
The plan: Do the Couch to 5K program three days a week, ideally MWF after the kids are put to bed. Shred TR while Owen is napping. Saturday and Sunday will serve are make-up and rest days.
The metrics: Post weekly weight on WiW, along with waist, hip and thigh measurements. Show calendar with actual workouts.

I will admit that I'm skeptical about this working, after my last foray into diet and exercise. Also, I love the feel of control of having goals and a plan and all, but sadly, I'm less keen on the hard work it takes to make it happen. Having to write down my results for (potentially) all the world to see really helps to keep me moving, though, so I'm confident that I can keep this up.

I think.

Posted by me at 10:29 PM | Comments (0)

March 22, 2010

Two

I can't believe it's been two years since this happened to me. Two years since the boy I was scared I wouldn't love enough arrived. Two years since my sweet little man was born.

Owen slays me with his cuteness every day. He has the shortest tantrums I've ever seen, and they always end with a huge grin. He never stops talking, and constantly amazes me with the words he remembers and the connections he makes. He can entertain himself for long stretches at a time, but loves to follow along with whatever game his sisters rope him into. He loves wearing "princess" shoes and Pirate Pete, his lentil-stuffed buddy. When I tell him it's naptime, he says "No!" and within 5 minutes comes and tells me it's time for him to take a nap. This weekend, he slept in until 8 and 8:30. (This currently makes him my favorite child. It would be swell if the girls could take turns trying to take the title away from him.) He is sweet and snuggly and he gives the best hugs and "I love you, Mama"s.

Of course, he also talks all. the. time. He repeats "Mama" over and over, never actually getting to any point. He eats yogurt, cheese, crackers, milk and a smattering of fruits. He still uses a pacifier, in spite of my pledge that he be done by age 2. (To be fair, I haven't pushed the issue. See sleeping, above.) He's an incredibly agreeable child, as long as he's getting exactly what he wants. He has no interest in the potty.

He's the little man I never knew I needed.

Happy Birthday, Stinkbug!

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March 18, 2010

I'm in absolute denial that my baby is going to turn 2 on Monday.

WILL. NOT. HAPPEN.

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March 17, 2010

Seven

Seven is appreciative of each gift, instead of the volume of gifts.

Seven can read her own birthday cards.

Seven is patient and careful with her craft, and turns out beautiful work.

Seven has a posse of friends, with their own inside jokes.

Seven hosts the party, while the adults watch and assist.

Seven has come so very, very far, in the blink of an eye.

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March 13, 2010

Think pink

No, I'm not pregnant.

No, really!

On Thursday, Owen had a green eye booger, followed by another green eye booger. I knew something was coming.

Friday morning, he woke up with one eye puffy and gooped shut. I started working a doctor's appointment into my day, but by the time the office opened his eyes were clearer and the puffiness less apparent.

At 11 on Friday, as my dad was preparing lunch so he and Katie could run over to the school to eat with Jamie, the nurse called. Jamie's eyes were goopy, and could I come get her?

The earliest appointment I could get was four hours out, by which time Owen's eyes were filled with green slime, and Jamie's were clearer, but she looked like she was just coming in from a hard night on the town, including possible illegal substances. A diagnoses of pink eye was no surprise.

Owen's 3am wake up scream was less expected. Poor kid woke up with his eyes stuck shut and was a little, uh, disturbed.

Luckily, a day and a half of eye drops has made all the difference. The down side is that I'm becoming a hypochrondriac, thinking that with every itch of my eyes, I'm being dragged down like a chubby, out-of-shape gazelle by the hyena of pink eye. And Katie has so far avoided any eye goo, but is instead running a fever and looking all wrung out. Is it possible to get pink eye of the whole body?

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March 7, 2010

It happened.

I did something last night that I've wanted to do for years. Something that has always been part of my picture of family fun and contentment. Something I actually put on my (unfinished) Life List.

We had friends over. With their kids.

We made pizzas, everybody ate, and then the kids ran around an played and screamed like banshees and played Wii upstairs, while the adults had piña coladas and got to talk.

It's such a simple thing. Something that happens every day to lots of people. So easy to arrange, nothing fancy. But because I'm rather shy, because I don't make close friends easily, because I don't like to impose, and because I seem to attract people who are like me, it never seems to happen.

And I'm determined to make it happen again.

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