Lately it seems like no matter what I do, I just can’t lose weight. I’m exercising my butt off, but it’s not going anywhere!
Finally I decided to count my calories on fitday.com and discovered that I was eating around 2,000 calories a day!!! So I checked out this weight loss calculator web site and determined that to lose weight I need to eat around 1,200 – 1,300 calories a day (a pretty big difference, eh?).
So, for the last week I’ve been counting my calories and keeping them in check. After a week of hunger pains, I weighted myself to see that I haven’t lost a pound! Kind of depressing, right?
Now I realize that I am so much more than a number on a scale, but come on! I’d really like to lose the pouch that makes me feel like a mother cat that’s had way too many babies. I don’t need my teenage stomach back; I’d just like it to stop hanging over my pants.
Any suggestions?
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Monday, July 23, 2007
So Boring!
Some days the excruciating boredom that comes with being a stay-at-home-mom makes me want to gouge my eyes out! Today was one of those days.
Just to keep entertained, I cleaned the oven, vacuumed and mopped the floors. Then I made phone calls and played My Little Ponies with Devin. But the day just went on and on – I didn’t think it was ever going to end!
Part of the problem was probably because we only have one car and it was sitting in the parking lot of my husband’s office. I didn’t feel like driving him to work today, and he didn’t feel like biking in the rain, hence his need for the car.
I don’t know if I actually would have got out and used the car even if I did have it at my disposal today. It was just one of those days. I didn’t really want to get out and do anything, but I really wanted something interesting to happen.
It just goes to show that life is what we make it – and some days I just don’t make much of it.
Just to keep entertained, I cleaned the oven, vacuumed and mopped the floors. Then I made phone calls and played My Little Ponies with Devin. But the day just went on and on – I didn’t think it was ever going to end!
Part of the problem was probably because we only have one car and it was sitting in the parking lot of my husband’s office. I didn’t feel like driving him to work today, and he didn’t feel like biking in the rain, hence his need for the car.
I don’t know if I actually would have got out and used the car even if I did have it at my disposal today. It was just one of those days. I didn’t really want to get out and do anything, but I really wanted something interesting to happen.
It just goes to show that life is what we make it – and some days I just don’t make much of it.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Early morning exercise rescues my sanity
Although I am really not a morning person, I do have to admit something. I love my early morning exercise sessions. Most mornings I get up between 5:30 and 6:00 to bike, jog or swim and have really been enjoying the guilt free time without the kids.
Too often I feel guilty when I’m not activity playing with my girls. I also feel guilty when I take time out for myself and leave them with anyone else. I worry that they are going to miss me or need me when I’m not around. (And I know, I need to drop the guilt about leaving the kids in child minding or with a baby sitter – I’m working on that! At least I leave them despite the guilt, right).
In any case, for some reason, sneaking out the door when they are tucked snug in their beds in the early morning is very satisfying. If they wake up when I’m not there, I know that Ken can take care of it and that they can all enjoy some early morning snuggles.
Best of all, I feel invigorated after my morning exercise routine and ready to deal with my girls – even if they aren’t always ready to start their day with a smile quite yet.
Too often I feel guilty when I’m not activity playing with my girls. I also feel guilty when I take time out for myself and leave them with anyone else. I worry that they are going to miss me or need me when I’m not around. (And I know, I need to drop the guilt about leaving the kids in child minding or with a baby sitter – I’m working on that! At least I leave them despite the guilt, right).
In any case, for some reason, sneaking out the door when they are tucked snug in their beds in the early morning is very satisfying. If they wake up when I’m not there, I know that Ken can take care of it and that they can all enjoy some early morning snuggles.
Best of all, I feel invigorated after my morning exercise routine and ready to deal with my girls – even if they aren’t always ready to start their day with a smile quite yet.
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Never ask a three-year-old a leading question
Lately I’ve been getting a little frustrated with a new habit of Devin’s. Every time I turn around she’s holding onto herself as though she has to go potty and it’s getting a little old. I thought only little boys did that, not adorable little girls.
Yesterday we were out at a friend’s place for dinner and Devin would not stop grabbing herself. After asking her to stop more than a dozen times a light bulb went off in my brain and I thought that perhaps she wouldn’t stop because it hurt.
Now, I should really know by now not to ask a three-year-old a leading question, but I guess I had checked my brain at the door that night.
“Honey, does your vagina hurt?” I asked my daughter in concern.
“Yes,” she responded with equal seriousness. “It has a crack in it and it hurts.”
I started laughing so hard that tears started streaming down my face.
“I found a leaf and it had a crack in it too!” she continued; pleased with the hilarity that her first crack comment had caused.
I guess I’ll have to sit down with her and explain why we have a crack down there. Then I’ll either have to find another non-leading way to ask her about her ongoing Michael Jackson move or chalk it up to a phase that three-year-olds go through.
Yesterday we were out at a friend’s place for dinner and Devin would not stop grabbing herself. After asking her to stop more than a dozen times a light bulb went off in my brain and I thought that perhaps she wouldn’t stop because it hurt.
Now, I should really know by now not to ask a three-year-old a leading question, but I guess I had checked my brain at the door that night.
“Honey, does your vagina hurt?” I asked my daughter in concern.
“Yes,” she responded with equal seriousness. “It has a crack in it and it hurts.”
I started laughing so hard that tears started streaming down my face.
“I found a leaf and it had a crack in it too!” she continued; pleased with the hilarity that her first crack comment had caused.
I guess I’ll have to sit down with her and explain why we have a crack down there. Then I’ll either have to find another non-leading way to ask her about her ongoing Michael Jackson move or chalk it up to a phase that three-year-olds go through.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Babysitter
We usually have my parents or other family members baby-sit the girls when we go out (which rarely happens), but last weekend we had our friend Nicole baby-sit Devin and Jordan.
We re-introduced Nicole and tried to get Devin say her name a few times. Although she tried, she really didn’t like saying “Nicole”. Instead, she preferred to call her “Babysitter”.
“Babysitter, come play with me!” she called as she dragged Nicole outside to the sandbox.
I thought it was just a phase that would end later that night. I was wrong. It’s almost a week later and she still says “Babysitter”.
Tonight we had a party for Ken’s coworkers and Devin was very excited that “Babysitter” was coming over. Needless to say, Devin didn’t use Nicole’s name all night.
We think that in a strange way she must think that Babysitter is the right name for Nicole. After all, I’m Mommy, and Ken’s Daddy. She knows that although we have other names, those are the names she uses for us.
Or perhaps it’s because every time she says Babysitter we all just crack up. She’s such a little comedian.
We re-introduced Nicole and tried to get Devin say her name a few times. Although she tried, she really didn’t like saying “Nicole”. Instead, she preferred to call her “Babysitter”.
“Babysitter, come play with me!” she called as she dragged Nicole outside to the sandbox.
I thought it was just a phase that would end later that night. I was wrong. It’s almost a week later and she still says “Babysitter”.
Tonight we had a party for Ken’s coworkers and Devin was very excited that “Babysitter” was coming over. Needless to say, Devin didn’t use Nicole’s name all night.
We think that in a strange way she must think that Babysitter is the right name for Nicole. After all, I’m Mommy, and Ken’s Daddy. She knows that although we have other names, those are the names she uses for us.
Or perhaps it’s because every time she says Babysitter we all just crack up. She’s such a little comedian.
Monday, July 9, 2007
Self-esteem and motherhood
Sometimes I think being a mom isn’t so good for my self-esteem as my oldest daughter seems to have a knack for pointing out all the things that are wrong with me. And she’s only three!
Most morning she crawls into our bed bright and early for a morning cuddle. Yes, it sounds sweet, but after a few seconds of snuggling she usually looks at me and says, “Mommy, your breath is stinky! Go brush your teeth.” If I don’t immediately take care of my stinky breath, she starts to cover her nose and cry. It’s such a pleasant way to wake up in the morning.
The other day, after I had taken a shower, I was getting dressed and discovered Devin sitting on my bed. Since it was over an hour past her bedtime I was only mildly shocked to see her there.
“Mommy, I like your big bum,” she said with a smile.
“Thanks, Devin,” I muttered as I pulled a pair of pants up over my immense butt.
“Yeah, it’s really, really big!” she said. “I like it!”
Great, stinky breath and a really, really big bum – I feel so beautiful and loved.
Most morning she crawls into our bed bright and early for a morning cuddle. Yes, it sounds sweet, but after a few seconds of snuggling she usually looks at me and says, “Mommy, your breath is stinky! Go brush your teeth.” If I don’t immediately take care of my stinky breath, she starts to cover her nose and cry. It’s such a pleasant way to wake up in the morning.
The other day, after I had taken a shower, I was getting dressed and discovered Devin sitting on my bed. Since it was over an hour past her bedtime I was only mildly shocked to see her there.
“Mommy, I like your big bum,” she said with a smile.
“Thanks, Devin,” I muttered as I pulled a pair of pants up over my immense butt.
“Yeah, it’s really, really big!” she said. “I like it!”
Great, stinky breath and a really, really big bum – I feel so beautiful and loved.
Monday, July 2, 2007
From calm to chaos in 30 seconds
It continually amazes me how quickly things can go from good to complete chaos. Today while I was making dinner that’s exactly what happened.
The car seats were in the garage and Ken had just left to get a new patio set from Home Depot. I popped into the garage to grab a bottle of spaghetti sauce and the kids followed me in like they always do. I took the sauce to the kitchen, put it on the counter and came back to the garage to carrel the kids back into the house. That’s when the chaos started.
In the few seconds that I was gone, Jordan pulled off her diaper and peed all over Devin’s car seat. Meanwhile the meat was getting too brown, the pot of water was boiling and Devin started “singing” in the special way she has that sounds a lot like screaming.
After getting the girls back inside and a diaper back on Jordan, I ran to the kitchen and quickly added the sauce to the very brown meat. I took care of the boiling water and then started tearing apart the car seat to clean it. Meanwhile Jordan was screaming and crying over being ousted from the peed on car seat and Devin continued her earsplitting song. Let’s just say chaos reigned supreme for the next 20 minutes.
I finally rediscovered my brain and turned on the TV for Devin and threw Jordan in her high chair with some food. Minutes later Ken came home to an amazingly calm house and a warm dinner. Lucky guy.
The car seats were in the garage and Ken had just left to get a new patio set from Home Depot. I popped into the garage to grab a bottle of spaghetti sauce and the kids followed me in like they always do. I took the sauce to the kitchen, put it on the counter and came back to the garage to carrel the kids back into the house. That’s when the chaos started.
In the few seconds that I was gone, Jordan pulled off her diaper and peed all over Devin’s car seat. Meanwhile the meat was getting too brown, the pot of water was boiling and Devin started “singing” in the special way she has that sounds a lot like screaming.
After getting the girls back inside and a diaper back on Jordan, I ran to the kitchen and quickly added the sauce to the very brown meat. I took care of the boiling water and then started tearing apart the car seat to clean it. Meanwhile Jordan was screaming and crying over being ousted from the peed on car seat and Devin continued her earsplitting song. Let’s just say chaos reigned supreme for the next 20 minutes.
I finally rediscovered my brain and turned on the TV for Devin and threw Jordan in her high chair with some food. Minutes later Ken came home to an amazingly calm house and a warm dinner. Lucky guy.
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