Well, dang you Weight Watchers! I went to Olive Garden last night and blew it all out of the water. Kinda sucks to be on a date and know that you are going to eat and eat and eat and... maybe you just didn't care then - until you looked at your points for the day and realize that you ate double what you were supposed too for the DAY!
Yes, the WHOLE DAY!!!
So today I walked for an entire hour and I'm considering going out for another hour tonight just to walk off the guilt.
It's hard to stay on a diet when your husband wants to help out some cute kid from the school and buys truffles - for his dieting wife of course. These aren't ordinary truffles. They are made from scratch, bigger than your head truffles that call my name every time I go into the kitchen. Then there is the cheese that I bought before I paid for my WW subscription. There is my husband who can eat whatever he wants and burns it off at the "office." I'm also up in the middle of the night feeding the baby and wondering what I could troll the kitchen and find for myself. Then there are all the other things you have to say no too and it's just hard. I want to lose this weight but until Jillian Michaels gets here to kick my butt, I'm going to struggle every day not to eat and eat and eat.
So, in addition to paying for what is essentially an elaborate online food journal, I am going to post my weight, at the risk of scaring readers everywhere, on this blog every week.
I was 198 when I delivered Cate.
Sunday, my weigh in day this week, I was 183.
There. That ought to keep me accountable.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
Back at the Dr.
So I don't know about you guys but I have no money to hit up the Dr. every time I have an issue. Most of the issues can wait anyway so I go in with a laundry list of things that need to be taken care of. Today, I went in with that exact thing and I think I hit the rush hour because I waited for and hour and 15 minutes and then forgot my birth control and had to turn around and come back to the office and wait again just to get a shot in the butt.
We are hard core on the potty training again. Poop clean up this morning put me over the edge, however and I put Abby back in the diaper by noon. Then after I returned from the doctor, we were playing and she got a little rough. I told her to cool it (in baby language, "Be GENTLE!") and after several warnings, she was still at it and the baby was right there so I put her in time out where she cried loudly, causing the baby to scream and wail. I decided I didn't need to be subjected to that and put Abby in BED for a while. She calmed down after about 20 minutes of whining. I need another pack and play to put her in when she's bad because her bed is way to fun for her. She jumps on it, brings all her toys into it and is generally the Princess and the Pea in there. Ideas?
We are hard core on the potty training again. Poop clean up this morning put me over the edge, however and I put Abby back in the diaper by noon. Then after I returned from the doctor, we were playing and she got a little rough. I told her to cool it (in baby language, "Be GENTLE!") and after several warnings, she was still at it and the baby was right there so I put her in time out where she cried loudly, causing the baby to scream and wail. I decided I didn't need to be subjected to that and put Abby in BED for a while. She calmed down after about 20 minutes of whining. I need another pack and play to put her in when she's bad because her bed is way to fun for her. She jumps on it, brings all her toys into it and is generally the Princess and the Pea in there. Ideas?
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Donuts and Other Random Stuff
So I tried the donut recipe posted below. It was lots of fun if you think staying up late to make dough, getting up early to roll and raise said dough, and then frying donuts after an hour of raising is fun. Anyway, they were a bust. I didn't raise them right so they totally did not become the productive members of society I had hoped. Then when I went to fry them, I didn't get the oil hot enough and they became rather hard and calloused on the outside and not exactly soft or fluffy on the inside either. Therefore, my commentary on donuts (and child rearing) is: raise them in a warm environment covered in a soft towel and make sure when you through them into the frying pan that the oil is hot enough to get them fried and back out again quickly. I will be giving it another try tonight and tomorrow morning.
In other news, we all made it to church this morning although it was an effort. There was no potluck today so Martha brought us lunch at our house. AWESOME! Let me tell you, being taken care of by the church members is the best.
I always wanted to be that person that brought the awesome dish to potluck. You know the one, that dish of cheesy type goodness that just made everyone drool and it was always gone by the time you got that far in line. The one that everyone was raving about and made someone in the fellowship hall stand up and say, "Hallelujah! Who made that?" I have those recipes. I can be that person. But I'm also a mother and in order to be that person, I'd have to take my kids to SS naked and I would be a total shambles myself (not that I'm not already that way half the time.) Do you know what it's like here with an infant and a toddler and a husband AND a dog that won't stop barking on a Sabbath morning? It's like WW III!!! Someone is in the shower for two hours and I am always last. After braiding Abby's hair, getting her in a dress, washing out the babies neck folds and making sure everyone is in fresh diapers and has offering in their purses, Andy and I vie for the bathroom. We are dashing out the door as he tightens his tie and I slip on my shoes. There are blankets and bags everywhere and we are almost always about 10 minutes late. I hate being late.
So here's to hoping we get it together enough for Mommy to make one of those yummy, gooey, cheesy dishes once again soon. Until then, Martha, you are the best. Keep it coming.
In other news, we all made it to church this morning although it was an effort. There was no potluck today so Martha brought us lunch at our house. AWESOME! Let me tell you, being taken care of by the church members is the best.
I always wanted to be that person that brought the awesome dish to potluck. You know the one, that dish of cheesy type goodness that just made everyone drool and it was always gone by the time you got that far in line. The one that everyone was raving about and made someone in the fellowship hall stand up and say, "Hallelujah! Who made that?" I have those recipes. I can be that person. But I'm also a mother and in order to be that person, I'd have to take my kids to SS naked and I would be a total shambles myself (not that I'm not already that way half the time.) Do you know what it's like here with an infant and a toddler and a husband AND a dog that won't stop barking on a Sabbath morning? It's like WW III!!! Someone is in the shower for two hours and I am always last. After braiding Abby's hair, getting her in a dress, washing out the babies neck folds and making sure everyone is in fresh diapers and has offering in their purses, Andy and I vie for the bathroom. We are dashing out the door as he tightens his tie and I slip on my shoes. There are blankets and bags everywhere and we are almost always about 10 minutes late. I hate being late.
So here's to hoping we get it together enough for Mommy to make one of those yummy, gooey, cheesy dishes once again soon. Until then, Martha, you are the best. Keep it coming.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Me and the Porn Star Mom
I was watching a documentary the other day and there was a porn star on who had been married to some crazy rocker. They had a baby together. Cate is only three weeks old so I'm still a little hormonal but even two years after Abby's birth, I have felt a special connection with other mothers.
The porn stars daughter died at 4 years old from cancer. I cried. Yep... I sat there and cried on behalf of the porn star mom. I felt that pull of sisterhood and cried for her. At that moment, she wasn't a porn star, she was a mother and I was a mother and we were on the same level. I wasn't better than her and she wasn't better than me. We were both sad over the loss of human life and although I have never lost a living child, I have felt loss and I felt it for her.
Should that be how the family of God is? Shouldn't we always feel the pull of humanity? Shouldn't we all be on the same level, loving one another and sharing in experiences? I hope it's always like that. I hope I can see it that way. We have all had an experience, the same experience to an extent. Can we all feel that for each other? Can we all feel the pull of being saved and the loss of human/divine life that it took to save us?
The porn stars daughter died at 4 years old from cancer. I cried. Yep... I sat there and cried on behalf of the porn star mom. I felt that pull of sisterhood and cried for her. At that moment, she wasn't a porn star, she was a mother and I was a mother and we were on the same level. I wasn't better than her and she wasn't better than me. We were both sad over the loss of human life and although I have never lost a living child, I have felt loss and I felt it for her.
Should that be how the family of God is? Shouldn't we always feel the pull of humanity? Shouldn't we all be on the same level, loving one another and sharing in experiences? I hope it's always like that. I hope I can see it that way. We have all had an experience, the same experience to an extent. Can we all feel that for each other? Can we all feel the pull of being saved and the loss of human/divine life that it took to save us?
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
A Little Breakdown
Finally had a little break down. After several nights that mimicked my last post, I had what felt like an asthma attack. I'm not sure what it was all about but I had been having issues the day before with the aftermath of pregnancy so I am going to assume it had to do with that. I went ahead and asked my husband if he would be ok with staying and helping me this morning and he obliged. I'm feeling better this afternoon. Thank goodness afternoons are easy. Abby down for a nap, baby in a good sleeping pattern, sun out and Daddy coming home at 3 or 3:30. I think I can handle the afternoon. So much for getting in a schedule though. Anyone else have issues pop up 3 weeks after giving birth? Comment about it. We all need to share so I don't feel like such a hypochondriac moron sicko....
Monday, March 22, 2010
Diary of a Wicked Tired Mommy
10:54 - Last feeding before bed. Mommy is tired and Cate looks like she's nodding off. Abby already asleep.
10:56 - Mommy in bed. Cate decides to wake up and cry for no apparent reason. No prob. We will just rock for a few minutes and get sleepy again.
11:15 - Cate finally asleep again. Mommy needs to read for a few minutes to get sleepy again.
11:25 - Mommy falls asleep with a copy of The Maltese Falcon in her hand.
11:39 - Mommy is awoken by her baby making noises like she's hungry... again.
11:45 - Baby falls asleep while snacking. What do I look like? A 7/11?!
11:47 - Mommy back asleep.
12:30 - Baby wakes up and needs to be changed. Then she wants to eat... again. Catey! You are killing me!!! She falls asleep eating, needs to be burped and pukes all over Mommy. Daddy finally comes in and falls to sleep faster than a speeding bullet.
1:39 - Cate wakes up and needs a diaper change again. Mommy starts to feed her and realizes she needs to pee. Mommy gets distracted from the feeding by her full bladder and milk goes everywhere. Now Mommy is covered in puke and milk and her side of the bed is getting soggy.
1:47 - Cate is back asleep after yet another snack and Mommy can head out to the bathroom. In the two feet from her door to the bathroom door, Mommy hears a crying Abby. She is screaming something about poop. Mommy wearily gets the two year old out of her room, changes her diaper and puts her back in bed. Abby is now wailing. She wants to rock in the rocking chair. Mommy says there will be no rocking and that Abby needs to go to sleep. Abby cries out for Mommy to sing a song. Several songs later, Mommy insists that Abby go to sleep and leaves the room hoping to get to the bathroom.
2:10 - Mommy finally gets to the bathroom, and realizes this is the first time she's been there since 1 o'clock that afternoon. No wonder she feels like she's going to explode. She has 3 cups of decaf and a cup of regular, two glasses of orange juice, three brownies, and half a lasagna in there. No one tells you about the cravings when you are breast feeding.
2:39 - Cate wakes up and needs to be fed and changed... again. So the 7/11 wakes up and does her thing. Both Cate and Mommy fall asleep while feeding.
2:50 - Mommy jolts awake afraid she has rolled onto her sleeping child and killed her. No... Daddy has moved the baby and mommy is crushing a pillow.
3:52 - Cate wakes up and needs to be fed. Mommy feeds her and is on the verge of blessed sleep when she hears the sounds of poop coming. Checking Cate's face, indeed, she is showing her pooping face. Mommy wakes Daddy and tells him to burp and change the baby. Daddy looks bleary eyed, tries to burp the kid for 30 sec, and with no sound forthcoming, he gives up, lays her down and goes back to sleep. Mommy wakes Daddy up again and insists he try a little harder as Cate will just wake up and puke all over her if she doesn't get a proper burp out. Daddy tries again. Mommy doesn't know if he is successful as she falls asleep.
4:43 - Mommy is awakened by a hungry Cate. Mommy is to tired to take proper precautions and is once again soaked with milk. Cate falls asleep and Mommy tries to get a wink in even though she is dripping wet.
5:52 - More feeding, more puking, more dripping. We may need a new mattress after tonight.
6:55 - Daddy is up. Mommy is feeding the kid again.
8:30 - Daddy asks if Mommy needs help today. Mommy insists she is fine. Just bring me a giant cup of coffee and I'll be fine. Send in Abby but make sure she has the ipod with Milo and Otis. We may not survive the morning... Baths all around. Mommy gets up and discovers that Abby has peed out her sheets. Great...
10:56 - Mommy in bed. Cate decides to wake up and cry for no apparent reason. No prob. We will just rock for a few minutes and get sleepy again.
11:15 - Cate finally asleep again. Mommy needs to read for a few minutes to get sleepy again.
11:25 - Mommy falls asleep with a copy of The Maltese Falcon in her hand.
11:39 - Mommy is awoken by her baby making noises like she's hungry... again.
11:45 - Baby falls asleep while snacking. What do I look like? A 7/11?!
11:47 - Mommy back asleep.
12:30 - Baby wakes up and needs to be changed. Then she wants to eat... again. Catey! You are killing me!!! She falls asleep eating, needs to be burped and pukes all over Mommy. Daddy finally comes in and falls to sleep faster than a speeding bullet.
1:39 - Cate wakes up and needs a diaper change again. Mommy starts to feed her and realizes she needs to pee. Mommy gets distracted from the feeding by her full bladder and milk goes everywhere. Now Mommy is covered in puke and milk and her side of the bed is getting soggy.
1:47 - Cate is back asleep after yet another snack and Mommy can head out to the bathroom. In the two feet from her door to the bathroom door, Mommy hears a crying Abby. She is screaming something about poop. Mommy wearily gets the two year old out of her room, changes her diaper and puts her back in bed. Abby is now wailing. She wants to rock in the rocking chair. Mommy says there will be no rocking and that Abby needs to go to sleep. Abby cries out for Mommy to sing a song. Several songs later, Mommy insists that Abby go to sleep and leaves the room hoping to get to the bathroom.
2:10 - Mommy finally gets to the bathroom, and realizes this is the first time she's been there since 1 o'clock that afternoon. No wonder she feels like she's going to explode. She has 3 cups of decaf and a cup of regular, two glasses of orange juice, three brownies, and half a lasagna in there. No one tells you about the cravings when you are breast feeding.
2:39 - Cate wakes up and needs to be fed and changed... again. So the 7/11 wakes up and does her thing. Both Cate and Mommy fall asleep while feeding.
2:50 - Mommy jolts awake afraid she has rolled onto her sleeping child and killed her. No... Daddy has moved the baby and mommy is crushing a pillow.
3:52 - Cate wakes up and needs to be fed. Mommy feeds her and is on the verge of blessed sleep when she hears the sounds of poop coming. Checking Cate's face, indeed, she is showing her pooping face. Mommy wakes Daddy and tells him to burp and change the baby. Daddy looks bleary eyed, tries to burp the kid for 30 sec, and with no sound forthcoming, he gives up, lays her down and goes back to sleep. Mommy wakes Daddy up again and insists he try a little harder as Cate will just wake up and puke all over her if she doesn't get a proper burp out. Daddy tries again. Mommy doesn't know if he is successful as she falls asleep.
4:43 - Mommy is awakened by a hungry Cate. Mommy is to tired to take proper precautions and is once again soaked with milk. Cate falls asleep and Mommy tries to get a wink in even though she is dripping wet.
5:52 - More feeding, more puking, more dripping. We may need a new mattress after tonight.
6:55 - Daddy is up. Mommy is feeding the kid again.
8:30 - Daddy asks if Mommy needs help today. Mommy insists she is fine. Just bring me a giant cup of coffee and I'll be fine. Send in Abby but make sure she has the ipod with Milo and Otis. We may not survive the morning... Baths all around. Mommy gets up and discovers that Abby has peed out her sheets. Great...
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