I weighed in last night. 2.4 down in my first week. Not bad. That brings me to 196.6. It also tells me that my scale is pretty much on par with theirs. Mine waivered between 196.6 and 196.4 right before I left (wearing the same clothes I would weigh in wearing).
I will admit that I expected to lose a little more, but really 2.4 is great. The whole line about how this is a marathon, not a sprint... That's what this is, right?
It still feels good just to get back to the meetings. I like the routine.
One thing I have found out, however, is that I don't need an open bag of Kettle brand potato chips (or any other brand, for that matter) sitting in my pantry. I attacked them in the middle of the night. I threw the rest away this morning. My inner cheapskate was screaming at me that I was wasting them, but I didn't want to take the chance of EATING them. And they were free anyway. There's my justification! DING DING!
24 March 2010
22 March 2010
Anna the Toothless...
Okay, so she's not toothless. Just minus one tooth. My baby girl has hit another milestone. She is very excited, not only because the Tooth Fairy left her a nice little bit of loot (even though she swallowed said tooth when she lost it while eating cereal... WHOOPS! She left the Tooth Fairy a note, and luckily she's a forgiving lady. She got $2.), but also because she can drink her milk at school (with a straw) through the gap. Isn't it great? That kid makes me laugh. Yes, she also makes me a little crazy, but she's a bit dramatic, and that's okay. Life would be boring without soem of those dramatic people in our lives.
Back in the Game...
I signed up for Weight Watchers again last week. My first weigh in was on Tuesday, and I was 199. Ugh. Just a hair less than 12 pounds up from where I left off. No bueno. But, there's no use in worrying about that (though I often moan and groan about it), because it's time for me to kick some butt. I've been eating pretty clean this week, but if I'm to be honest, it's not with the same dedication and fervor as I started out with last year. I need to get that back. I am getting it back slowly, it seems. I still have my issues with eating in the middle of the night, and I just make sure to record it the best I can and go about my day. Hey, I lost over 50 pounds doing that very same thing last year, right? I can do this again. I will do this again.
That makes it so that I have 39 pounds to lose before I'm at my ultimate goal. I might re-evaluate when I get closer. I know that I will be on the upper end of the healthy BMI levels. My lowest weight ever was 169, and I was in a size 8, yet still considered slightly overweight. (The chart says my highest weight should be 164, I think.) I suppose I really shouldn't even worry about that chart either. There are pro athletes who look FABULOUS who are considered overweight and even obese, because of their extreme muscle mass.
There's a slight wrench thrown in this time around. I also have to think about my husband. (Not that I didn't before, of course.) He feels best when he follows a low carb way of eating. My challenge is that I refuse to make two meals a night, but I want it to be satisfying to both of us. Luckily, he's not picky. Sometimes our dinners consist of soups and salads (which are easy to cater to either way of eating...), and sometimes it's something simple like grilled chicken or beef and a veggie. Goodness knows I don't need any grains. I just like them. LOL!
Tomorrow is my next weigh in, and I will come in here to post. Good or bad. Hopefully good. We shall see. :)
That makes it so that I have 39 pounds to lose before I'm at my ultimate goal. I might re-evaluate when I get closer. I know that I will be on the upper end of the healthy BMI levels. My lowest weight ever was 169, and I was in a size 8, yet still considered slightly overweight. (The chart says my highest weight should be 164, I think.) I suppose I really shouldn't even worry about that chart either. There are pro athletes who look FABULOUS who are considered overweight and even obese, because of their extreme muscle mass.
There's a slight wrench thrown in this time around. I also have to think about my husband. (Not that I didn't before, of course.) He feels best when he follows a low carb way of eating. My challenge is that I refuse to make two meals a night, but I want it to be satisfying to both of us. Luckily, he's not picky. Sometimes our dinners consist of soups and salads (which are easy to cater to either way of eating...), and sometimes it's something simple like grilled chicken or beef and a veggie. Goodness knows I don't need any grains. I just like them. LOL!
Tomorrow is my next weigh in, and I will come in here to post. Good or bad. Hopefully good. We shall see. :)
10 March 2010
Details...
Remember a couple of posts back? I had stated that I was going to reveal something. The something was that I was pregnant. I'm not sure why I didn't ever come back to update, except that I found myself not being terribly keen on talking about it this time. People who saw me regularly knew, if only because it was pretty visible. I'm pretty sure I started showing the second those two pink lines appeared.
Part of me was nervous to tell, which is odd, because I'm generally a pretty open book. Just check out my Facebook. Of course, I realize that everyone on the earth can potentially read my updates, so there's nothing inappropriate. Just a lot of info that some don't care to share with the public.
Well, I had a feeling from early on that this baby wouldn't make it. The same feeling I had the last time. I chalked it up to being wary, since the last one DID end up in a miscarriage. Really, there was no logical reason to believe it wouldn't be normal. Most women have had a miscarriage. I had also given birth to three perfectly healthy children previously. I don't know what it's like to have pregnancy complications.
So, last Sunday, I went to pick up my daughter and two of her friends from the weekly youth group gathering. They live really close to us, so many times, they will take Allison there, and I will bring the friends back. Win/Win. Hank had just walked through the door, and I was walking out, when I felt a gush. Crap. I knew immediately. I sat on the toilet, and knew I wouldn't be holding this little one either. Hank called the girls' dad, and he picked all the girls up, and the next several hours would probably be some of the worst in my life.
I'm not sure what an early miscarriage is like. My last one was at 13 weeks (though the baby only measured at 10 when we had the U/S). This one was at nearly 16 weeks (I got the BabyCenter email the next day telling me I was 16 weeks. Oops.), and I know I was further along. The last one wasn't painful, but this one was. I also had all the same dizziness from the blood loss as last time. Hank was being pulled in different directions, because the little ones were still up, and yet I still needed him by my side. Most of the time, he was next to me. Of course, one of the very few times he left my side, I blacked out. From what Hank tells me, it must've only been for a second. He said he heard me yell something, and then he heard a crash. All I remember is trying to get up from off the bathroom floor, and feeling immediately that my eye was swollen. A few hours after that, I was finally able to get to sleep. (During all of this, I was in contact with my midwife. I had decided that I didn't want her coming. I know my body well enough to know if something out of the ordinary were happening. It wasn't. I also know all the warning signs for infections and all of that. I just wanted to be left alone and to sleep.)
The next day, the girls stayed home, because they just didn't get any sleep. We used that opportunity have Hank take them to get their immunizations updated, since the deadline was approaching fast. (I'll talk about my aggravation with that, later.) Hank rounded up all the kids, and I stayed home and rested. It's amazing what a miscarriage will take out of you. A trip to the bathroom was about as tiring as running a 5K.
The big thing about all of this is being able to see the positive. No, this is nothing to do with my Lenten promise of giving up negativity. It's just that while I tend to be a Debbie Downer many times, the crises are where I really start to look for the positive side of things. It's what gets me through. I believe my babies are at peace in Heaven. Granted, I'm not sure when a person gets a soul. Is it the second the sperm meets the egg? Who knows? I just know that's what my heart tells me. They never had to spend a day in our sin filled world. I'm not sad for them. I do get a little sad when I see baby stuff, but that's being a little sad for me. I'm also reminded of what good friends and family I have. One great friend from WV sent us a boat load of Papa Johns pizza. My children have never met her, but I think she is officially their favorite person right now. I received numerous calls from church. Lots of messages from family. We are loved.
Oh, and remember the fall I took? As silly as it sounds, that part has been the most entertaining of all. I have the biggest black eye. It's a nice shade of purple. The only issue is that it's still swollen, and I have a good bit of purple under my eye. Can't camoflage that with a nice plum shade on the other eye. My oldest told me that it brings out my eye color. Uh, thanks... LOL! It's also made going out in public fun. I haven't done much, since I'm still resting quite a bit, but I did run out this morning while I was kid free (the girls were at school, Ezra was sleeping, and Hank was at home getting ready for work), and I got a few awesome looks from people, though nobody asks. I'm just going to tell them, "If you think this is bad, you should see the other guy!"
Anyway, I'm sure I've rambled on enough. Life is not always easy, but with God, good friends, and family, it sure makes the rough times better.
Part of me was nervous to tell, which is odd, because I'm generally a pretty open book. Just check out my Facebook. Of course, I realize that everyone on the earth can potentially read my updates, so there's nothing inappropriate. Just a lot of info that some don't care to share with the public.
Well, I had a feeling from early on that this baby wouldn't make it. The same feeling I had the last time. I chalked it up to being wary, since the last one DID end up in a miscarriage. Really, there was no logical reason to believe it wouldn't be normal. Most women have had a miscarriage. I had also given birth to three perfectly healthy children previously. I don't know what it's like to have pregnancy complications.
So, last Sunday, I went to pick up my daughter and two of her friends from the weekly youth group gathering. They live really close to us, so many times, they will take Allison there, and I will bring the friends back. Win/Win. Hank had just walked through the door, and I was walking out, when I felt a gush. Crap. I knew immediately. I sat on the toilet, and knew I wouldn't be holding this little one either. Hank called the girls' dad, and he picked all the girls up, and the next several hours would probably be some of the worst in my life.
I'm not sure what an early miscarriage is like. My last one was at 13 weeks (though the baby only measured at 10 when we had the U/S). This one was at nearly 16 weeks (I got the BabyCenter email the next day telling me I was 16 weeks. Oops.), and I know I was further along. The last one wasn't painful, but this one was. I also had all the same dizziness from the blood loss as last time. Hank was being pulled in different directions, because the little ones were still up, and yet I still needed him by my side. Most of the time, he was next to me. Of course, one of the very few times he left my side, I blacked out. From what Hank tells me, it must've only been for a second. He said he heard me yell something, and then he heard a crash. All I remember is trying to get up from off the bathroom floor, and feeling immediately that my eye was swollen. A few hours after that, I was finally able to get to sleep. (During all of this, I was in contact with my midwife. I had decided that I didn't want her coming. I know my body well enough to know if something out of the ordinary were happening. It wasn't. I also know all the warning signs for infections and all of that. I just wanted to be left alone and to sleep.)
The next day, the girls stayed home, because they just didn't get any sleep. We used that opportunity have Hank take them to get their immunizations updated, since the deadline was approaching fast. (I'll talk about my aggravation with that, later.) Hank rounded up all the kids, and I stayed home and rested. It's amazing what a miscarriage will take out of you. A trip to the bathroom was about as tiring as running a 5K.
The big thing about all of this is being able to see the positive. No, this is nothing to do with my Lenten promise of giving up negativity. It's just that while I tend to be a Debbie Downer many times, the crises are where I really start to look for the positive side of things. It's what gets me through. I believe my babies are at peace in Heaven. Granted, I'm not sure when a person gets a soul. Is it the second the sperm meets the egg? Who knows? I just know that's what my heart tells me. They never had to spend a day in our sin filled world. I'm not sad for them. I do get a little sad when I see baby stuff, but that's being a little sad for me. I'm also reminded of what good friends and family I have. One great friend from WV sent us a boat load of Papa Johns pizza. My children have never met her, but I think she is officially their favorite person right now. I received numerous calls from church. Lots of messages from family. We are loved.
Oh, and remember the fall I took? As silly as it sounds, that part has been the most entertaining of all. I have the biggest black eye. It's a nice shade of purple. The only issue is that it's still swollen, and I have a good bit of purple under my eye. Can't camoflage that with a nice plum shade on the other eye. My oldest told me that it brings out my eye color. Uh, thanks... LOL! It's also made going out in public fun. I haven't done much, since I'm still resting quite a bit, but I did run out this morning while I was kid free (the girls were at school, Ezra was sleeping, and Hank was at home getting ready for work), and I got a few awesome looks from people, though nobody asks. I'm just going to tell them, "If you think this is bad, you should see the other guy!"
Anyway, I'm sure I've rambled on enough. Life is not always easy, but with God, good friends, and family, it sure makes the rough times better.
22 February 2010
It sounds so hokey...
...but I'm giving up NEGATIVITY for Lent. Through the amazing power of Facebook, I got the idea through a friend at church, who had posted the idea to another friend (well, my daughter's friend). Initially, I joked that I was going to give up exercise. There's one problem with that. I would've actually had to have been exercising to give it up. I was thinking about sugar. Processed foods. Really, my only real "vices" are food (well, too much food), being a complainer and being lazy. Working on all of these is a goal of every day life. However, I never realized just how hard it is to look upon your day in a positive way all the time. Sure, you have good days. We all do. However, we all have some really crummy days. It's not about being a Pollyanna, but realizing something is unfortunate is one thing. Dwelling on it is another.
For instance, my husband just discovered that our AC/Heating unit outside is making a horrible noise. He checked it out, and it's nothing major, but he can't fix it until he gets home from work. Just a couple of screws loose. (He married me, so he has experience with this sort of thing!) It wasn't noticed yesterday, but yesterday the heat never came on. It was 50something degrees all day. It happened when it was in the 30s. So, we're going to be cold today. It's not ideal, but think about how blessed I am to have to only deal with ONE day of cold. I'm not homeless. I'm not living in some part of the country (or the world) where they are experiencing subzero temperatures. Sometimes we can take these things to realize just how blessed we are.
It's going to snow tomorrow. Really, I want to whine and cry about it, but really? This will be the third snow this winter. We got record snowfall earlier in the month at 12". We don't live in Maryland (where some great friends live) where a measly foot of snow would've been great in comparison. Also, I live in Texas where the weather changes more often than I change my socks. (Hey! When I wear socks, I change them daily! You shush!) It was warm this weekend. I haven't looked at the weather, but I'm sure it will be warm again, soon.
So... Positivity it is. I'm going to be *that* person. I'm sure I won't always succeed, but it's constantly in the back of my mind to be thankful instead of sad.
Maybe I'll also work on that whole "giving up laziness" thing too. What? More surprising things have happened!
As an aside, I looked up the LCMS (Lutheran Church - Missouri Synod) stance on giving up something for Lent. I knew it wasn't a requirement. We are not required to fast either. Just for curiosity. I've been a "Missouri Scented Lutheran" (as my husband would say) for about 6 years. I started attending regularly after my husband and I married, and I was baptized the very same day as both of my daughters (April 25, 2004). I'm still learning. (More than that, I'm a follower of Christ. This denomination seems to be the one I feel makes the most sense theologically, but really, it's all about my walk with my
For instance, my husband just discovered that our AC/Heating unit outside is making a horrible noise. He checked it out, and it's nothing major, but he can't fix it until he gets home from work. Just a couple of screws loose. (He married me, so he has experience with this sort of thing!) It wasn't noticed yesterday, but yesterday the heat never came on. It was 50something degrees all day. It happened when it was in the 30s. So, we're going to be cold today. It's not ideal, but think about how blessed I am to have to only deal with ONE day of cold. I'm not homeless. I'm not living in some part of the country (or the world) where they are experiencing subzero temperatures. Sometimes we can take these things to realize just how blessed we are.
It's going to snow tomorrow. Really, I want to whine and cry about it, but really? This will be the third snow this winter. We got record snowfall earlier in the month at 12". We don't live in Maryland (where some great friends live) where a measly foot of snow would've been great in comparison. Also, I live in Texas where the weather changes more often than I change my socks. (Hey! When I wear socks, I change them daily! You shush!) It was warm this weekend. I haven't looked at the weather, but I'm sure it will be warm again, soon.
So... Positivity it is. I'm going to be *that* person. I'm sure I won't always succeed, but it's constantly in the back of my mind to be thankful instead of sad.
Maybe I'll also work on that whole "giving up laziness" thing too. What? More surprising things have happened!
As an aside, I looked up the LCMS (Lutheran Church - Missouri Synod) stance on giving up something for Lent. I knew it wasn't a requirement. We are not required to fast either. Just for curiosity. I've been a "Missouri Scented Lutheran" (as my husband would say) for about 6 years. I started attending regularly after my husband and I married, and I was baptized the very same day as both of my daughters (April 25, 2004). I'm still learning. (More than that, I'm a follower of Christ. This denomination seems to be the one I feel makes the most sense theologically, but really, it's all about my walk with my
24 January 2010
Excuses, excuses...
Yes... Again, I've been gone for a while. I swear it wasn't because life was too harried, or that I drowned in a vat of Haggen Daaz (sic) Five Coffee ice cream. I swear. I have a really good reason. I just can't tell all of you about it for a couple of weeks. (I know I have so many readers that you're all going to be biting your nails until I reveal, right?)
I've also taken a break from Weight Watchers. I love the lifestyle, but right now I'm good where I'm at. I want to focus more on fitness than the scale, though I did buy a scale, and I'm keeping track. I really just want to stay the same for a while. I'm okay being a size 12. I like me. My husband thinks I'm super sexy, and is there anyone else I'm really trying to impress in that arena?
The big thing is that I'm not constantly worried about my weight or what I'm eating. I foul up sometimes. I might eat way too much junk one day. However, I've really started to get in touch with how I feel afterward, and it's not a good thing. I've learned that feeling good is more important than overloading on junk.
I had started becoming obsessed on weigh in days. It wasn't the fault of Weight Watchers, it was me. I became so focused on seeing a lower number that I was not eating anything those days, and I was even refraining from drinking liquids a few hours before weigh in, with the exception of a strong coffee... That's not good. I'll go back when I'm ready.
I've also taken a break from Weight Watchers. I love the lifestyle, but right now I'm good where I'm at. I want to focus more on fitness than the scale, though I did buy a scale, and I'm keeping track. I really just want to stay the same for a while. I'm okay being a size 12. I like me. My husband thinks I'm super sexy, and is there anyone else I'm really trying to impress in that arena?
The big thing is that I'm not constantly worried about my weight or what I'm eating. I foul up sometimes. I might eat way too much junk one day. However, I've really started to get in touch with how I feel afterward, and it's not a good thing. I've learned that feeling good is more important than overloading on junk.
I had started becoming obsessed on weigh in days. It wasn't the fault of Weight Watchers, it was me. I became so focused on seeing a lower number that I was not eating anything those days, and I was even refraining from drinking liquids a few hours before weigh in, with the exception of a strong coffee... That's not good. I'll go back when I'm ready.
15 December 2009
Weekly Weigh In...
While I'm being accountable by going to my meetings every week and weighing in, I might as well come here and let all of my friends on the interwebs in on it, also. I seem to have fallen into a pattern. I gain slightly, lose big, then lose small. Overall, it all works out to losing steadily. I can't say that I'm fond of the weeks I gain. Last week, I gained .8lbs. No biggie, but I don't like it either. I went in today knowing I would break my little pattern. I binged pretty heavily on Saturday night/Sunday morning. The rest of the week, I ate pretty clean. Mostly proteins, good fats (more on this later), veggies and fruits. Very few grains. I weighed in this evening, and to my surprise, I lost 3.8lbs this week! WOOT!
Anyway... About my idea of "good" fats. I think most fat, in it's natural state, is good for you. Many vitamins are fat soluble. To absorb them, you need some fat. I've also noticed that my skin gets extra dry when I eat too little fat. Now, olive oil is one everyone seems to agree on. I use extra virgin olive oil, and I get it unfiltered, if I can. I rarely cook with it, because that changes things, and it's not quite as healthy. If I cook with fat, I use Extra Virgin Coconut Oil. It's high in saturated fats, but it helps to combat candida (yeast) in your body, and actually works to aid your metabolism. I even use things like *gasp* butter and *shriek* bacon fat. I just don't go hog wild (get it!?!?!) on them.
Enough of me on my soap box... I'll get off now.
Anyway... About my idea of "good" fats. I think most fat, in it's natural state, is good for you. Many vitamins are fat soluble. To absorb them, you need some fat. I've also noticed that my skin gets extra dry when I eat too little fat. Now, olive oil is one everyone seems to agree on. I use extra virgin olive oil, and I get it unfiltered, if I can. I rarely cook with it, because that changes things, and it's not quite as healthy. If I cook with fat, I use Extra Virgin Coconut Oil. It's high in saturated fats, but it helps to combat candida (yeast) in your body, and actually works to aid your metabolism. I even use things like *gasp* butter and *shriek* bacon fat. I just don't go hog wild (get it!?!?!) on them.
Enough of me on my soap box... I'll get off now.
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