Weight Watcher Wednesday

As promised, I'm back - one week later - to tell you how

I did this week with my diet plans.

Just in case you missed my

ROCKBOTTOM IS WHEN YOU DO A BLOG POST

ABOUT HOW FAT YOU ARE post,

check it out here.

Now, back to my week.

I did step aerobics on Wednesday (part of it while holding my 18 pound baby) - desperation.

Then I woke up Thursday with a terrible cold, cough, headache, etc.

Doesn't it always seem that there is something lurking around every weight loss corner just waiting to derail your efforts?? You know . . . illness, Thanksgiving. Ahh!

Well, despite my cold I still managed to have a pretty good week.

I counted my points every day and tried some new menu items.

I chose to focus on getting rid of my cold and will exercise again when I stop drinking

Thera-Flu like it is Kool-Aid.

My results . . .

OMG, you guys, it totally worked!

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!

Whatever!

I lost one measly pound. Yep, one pound!

But it was a monumental pound.

It was the pound that "broke a ten."

You know, the pound that makes the scale read 119 instead of 120.

(I, of course, used those numbers just for illustration sake. You can stop laughing now.)
"Breaking a ten" is always a mental victory - a small goal on the long road of weight loss.

Since I started counting Weight Watcher points, I've lost 7 total pounds. Every one adds up.

We're about to face Thanksgiving.

Before throwing your face into the mashed potatoes, just ask yourself . . .

"Does this taste as good as being thin feels?"

Tomorrow, your answer just might be yes. (Mine might be.)

Just let Thanksgiving be the only day you answer yes to that question :)

Check back next week for more of my results.

In the meantime, check out this site.

http://www.dwlz.com/

Scroll down and look on the right.

This site has a comprehensive list of restaurants and the point values of their foods.

Very surprising!

Guess who won't be drinking venti White Chocolate Mochas from Starbucks anymore.

But guess who will be enjoying a lot more Mongolian Chicken from Pei Wei!

Now, my weight loss buddies, tell me how you did.

And have a happy, safe Thanksgiving.

Sick

I'm sick.

So sick I haven't even been to see this yet . . .

Told ya I was sick.

Time to Get Real

It is time to get real folks.

I'm really fat.

Has this ever happened to you?

You look at a picture of yourself and think, "Wow, that outfit made me look really fat."

Then you see another picture of yourself and think, "That outfit too?"

Pretty soon you curse every outfit you own for making you look fat.

Slowly, the harsh reality sets in . . .

Hello!!!!!!

Your fat is making you look FAT.

It isn't the poor outfit's fault.

Wow, that's a lot harder of a problem to solve then just getting new clothes.

Ah man!

I tend to pork up while I'm pregnant.

With Megan, I gained about 75 pounds.

Is that even possible to do in 9 months? Yes, cause I did it.

With Brendan, I gained about 60 with a lot of it piling on in the end when I gave up caring.

(P.S. Don't ever give up caring!)

I didn't eat unhealthy foods.

I just ate WAY TOO MUCH of healthy foods

(well, I guess a few unhealthy foods too.)

Imagine my surprise when I didn't give birth to a 60 pound baby!

What? Nine pounds, two ounces? What about the rest?

Needless to say, folks, I am left with 40 pounds of excess baby weight.

I am embarrassed to write that.

The other night I was sworn in for my second term on city council.

I had to stand up in front of a room full of people and take an oath.

I should have felt proud of myself for being willing to serve my community.

I should have been proud of the work I've done so far.

Instead I wanted to crawl in a hole and hide myself.

I didn't just feel fat on the outside.

I felt fat on the inside.

Anyone who has ever suffered with a weight problem knows exactly what I'm talking about.

You plump up and all of a sudden you feel less outgoing, less confident, less willing to put yourself out there. Do you know what I mean?

I know how I look shouldn't play such a huge role in how I feel.

But it does.

That was my final straw.

I lost 60 pounds after Megan was born.

I can do this again.

I need your help to keep me honest and on track.

I hereby declare every Wednesday to be "Weight Watcher Wednesday."

I will post how much weight I've lost the week prior, along with any new tips, recipes, etc. I've come across to help me along the way. I'll also tell you how much I've exercised.

You can join me if you want to. Just leave me a comment each week updating me on your progress too. We can help motivate each other.

But even if I have to do this alone, I'm still doing it.

I want to be that outgoing, confident person that takes chances inife without being preoccupied with the shame I feel on the inside for neglecting my body.

My body is awesome. It has brought two children into the world. It is time to take care of it a little better.

Here goes, folks!

Two Months

Dear Brendan,

OK, I do realize you are almost three months old and I haven't even gotten around to blogging about your second month, let alone create a single scrapbook page. Someday Megan will tease you, pointing out that by the time she was two months old I had already completed half her baby book and at least 12 scrapbook pages dedicated to her every gurgle. I apologize in advance for this.


Actually, you are the one that may owe me an apology. You see, you spent your entire second month engaged in the following delightful behavior . . .

morning.

noon.

and night.

Megan took this picture of you.

I must have been off somewhere beating my head against the wall.

Or maybe I was on the phone with GG, begging her to come over.

If I had to chose one word to describe your second month, it would be

COLIC.

I was willing to do anything to get you to stop crying.

Anything.

Including having this guy (the chiropractor) massage you.

He convinced me you were crying because you had muscle tension.

I guess being nursed around the clock, rocked to sleep, and filling your pants every ten minutes is very stressful.

Whatever.

Then I tried this little contraption called the "miracle blanket."

It pretty much wraps you like a baby sausage to help remind you of your time in the womb.

The only miracle involved was that I managed to get this photo of you actually sleeping. A complete miracle

Next, we tried Mylicon Anti-Gas medicine.

Basically, instead of farting 36 times an hour you only farted 35.

I considered that progress.

We also tried 3 different prescriptions from the pediatrician.

They worked about as well as the Mylicon.

The only thing that actually worked was this guy . . .


I played this song for you one day when I felt close to the edge of my sanity.

It reminds me of Caribbean vacations and it just makes me happy.

"Sun tanned toes, tickling the sand.

Cold drink chillin' in my right hand."

Well, guess what, it worked!!!! I played it so loud I couldn't hear you crying anymore.

Just kidding. Seriously, you love Kenny Chesney.

You stop crying almost immediately when I turn this song on. Only this song.

Megan can now recite every word of it.

Now, when you start crying Megan starts singing, "When the sun goes down . . ."

Even if it was a tough month, there wasn't a day I didn't look at you and wonder how I got so lucky.

Happy two months big guy!

I couldn't love you more.

(And I'll get started on those scrapbook pages soon, ok?)

Love,

Mom

Croup

On November 11, I woke up at about 1 am to the sound of a barking dog.

Only our dog wasn't barking.

Our two-and-a-half month old baby was!

Ahhhhh!

If you've ever had a child with croup, you know exactly what I'm talking about. Arf! Arf!

Only in between the arfs, Brendan was making a squeaking, high pitched noise in an effort to get air back into his little lungs.

We spent the night at Children's Hospital where Brendan received a dose of steroids, Tylenol for his first fever, a breathing treatment, and an x-ray of his neck.

We were hit up for the $150 copay and reminded we'll have to pay 20%. Remember the good ole days when you could just go to the hospital and worry about getting well without the man in the white coat coming to collect his money???? Tacky. Especially when you're worried sick about your child and you have to stop talking to the nurse to hand the man your credit card. Totally tacky.

Thankfully, my little man is on the mend now.
His still has a cough but we're not getting him and the dog confused with each other anymore.
He's much cuter than the dog anyway.

Don't you think?

Halloween 2009 Recap

The day began with the usual making-of-the-treats.

First, it was monster dogs and eyeballs for lunch.

Then Megan and I made these delightful little crunchy spider snacks.

She made me laugh when she said, "I ate his eyes so now he can't see. I ate his legs so now he can't move." (See photo of the poor little eyeless, legless spider below.)

Then we carved pumpkins. Well, actually John carved pumpkins and I watched and took pictures.

Check out Brendan's smile. Two and a half months old folks but that outfit he is wearing is a size 9 months. What can I say, we make giant children.

Megan took this picture.

And I took this one.

Then we suited up for an evening of trick-or-treating

and Brendan fell asleep.

Megan was shy at first about going up to the houses, but once she realized there was candy involved she was the leader of the pack.

Happy Halloween 2009!

Election Update

I'll bet many of you were on pins and needles last night, waiting for the election results to roll in.

I know I sure was.

It was a close race.

:)

Guess what . . . I was re-elected as city councilwoman.

Actually, I knew I would be.

Confidence?

Nope.

I ran unopposed.

Seven candidates chose to run for the three open "at-large" seats in the city.

No one chose to run against me for my seat.

I was actually flattered.

I was considered "unbeatable." At least, that was the word on the street.

Phew!

Who had time to campaign with a colicky baby and a jealous toddler?

Not me, that's for sure.

I Just Voted

for myself!