Determination

SO my doctor told me 2 days ago that I really should lose the 9lbs I've gained in 3 years.  I thought his scale was broken, but then I weighed myself while I was at the gym renewing my membership today ;0) Yes I am serious about this and I plan on doing it before I go back to work in 1 month.  9 lbs in 1 month is good I think.  Sounds a little fast, but I've done worse in a month. 
My promise to myself:

1.  I will start off slow and not push myself, otherwise I will hate it.
2. I will take that time to really enjoy something for myself.
3. I will take my vitamins daily and eat healthier
4. I will 'try' to not use creamer in my coffee (really can't promise this one!)
5. I will not eat after 7pm - so hard, especially when I am up til 12am having me time
6. I will find the lowest calorie drinks for those special nights.
7. I will try to go to yoga (with my baby proofer husband) 2x a week.
8. I will do this for 1month and then go shopping for new work clothes, until then, I will not buy anything!
9. I will weigh myself daily and blog about it each night.

Ok - off to bed!  Tomorrow is training day 1!

I thought I was Healthy!

Today I had my follow up visit with my general practioner for my blood work that was done 3 weeks ago.  I tend to belive I am a fairly healthy person.  I eat fruits and vegetables daily, don't smoke, don't eat fast food (every now and then), ok, maybe I don't excersize regularly, but I can still run and bike when I'm in the mood. 
After waiting for the dr to 'get in' I was called an hour after my appointment was scheduled.  Apparantly the doctor's time is more precious than mine.  The nurse then begins to do her thing...now time to get weighed.  I swear their scales are always 5lbs heavier than my scale at home.  You? and once again, it was 5lbs heavier than what I had weighed myself at home yesterday.  Dr. comes in next to go over my chart. 
My last annual exam was in 2008.  I was pregnant pretty much from 10/08-8/09, pregnant/miscarried/pregnant 2 wks later, so I went to the doctor quite frequently and had my blood drawn quite regularly as well.  I was considered a high risk pregnancy due to the miscarriage and time between getting preggo again. 
So the dr notices that I have gained 9lbs (according to their scale) since 2008.  I refer him to the part where it states I have a 23mo old child.  He doesn't care.  I remind him I gained over 50lbs.  Doesn't care.  I tell him 5 years ago I was anorexic and I could lose 20 lbs by my next follow up appointment if its really that important.  THAT got his attention!  He suggested that I do cardio daily (you mean running after a 23mo old is not cardio?) I'm determined now to lose those 9lbs and get into better shape.  I am joining a gym tomorrow and plan on going daily.  Cole can play with the other kids in the daycare they have there.  I love the elliptical machine.  I know I should do a lite weight training routine to strenghten my puny muscles too. 
I am also deficient in Vitamin D2, D3, Folic Acid, Calcium, B12 (needed an injection for that one!) My cholesterol is still high, even though it went down 20pts.  I'm anemic and not immune to the chicken pox.  I had the shots and they didn't work.  I swear I was healthier when I smoked, drank and did drugs (mom, you didn't just read that).

So today I have decided to become a healthier person than I thought I was.  I will take my vitamins, go to the gym, and eat less crap at night (like the pretzels and peanut butter I just endulged in).  Diet starts tomorrow? Famous last line...

Mommy Dearest

This movie use to terrify me as a child and now I feel like I am shadowing her some days for that role.  Today might have been one of those days. 

My house not only needs to be baby proofed, it needs to be mommy proofed.  I was able to break away for about 4 minutes from my 23 month old anxiety ridden piece of lint, I like to call my son. I guess in a panic because he was 'quietly' doing something downstairs, I slipped on the pair of flip flops that were staring me in the face.  I figured if I were completely dressed by the time I got downstairs, there was a greater chance of me accomplishing multiple things today.  Took two steps and went airborne.  The landing pad was my tailbone. 

My husband was at yoga at the time of my gazelle like move.  I phoned him 2x in a row (that's our secret code for 'emergency'.   About 20 minutes later, my knight in shining armor returns my call.  I had since dragged myself to the couch, and kept Cole and the two dogs at bay.  As he returns home, everything begins to hit the fan.  The house is a mess, there is something wet on the floor, Cole poops, etc. etc. etc.
You can see the desire to want to run from the madness, but he stops and realizes, this is what she does every day!  Even if that is not what he was thinking, I would like to imagine it was.  Makes me feel important at the 'summer' job I do. 

The entire day revolved around me sitting on a frozen water bottle.  Kind of reminded me about the SITS bath I had after I gave birth.  I thought about the pain of birth today in the immediate minutes following my Olympic mishap on the stairs this morning.  The pain was similar, just a little further north. Now, my son does not like to sit and cuddle at anytime of day.  Kind of stinks because I like a good cuddle.  Figures the one day I really cannot take any amount of pressure on my body, he decides he wants to sit in my lap and watch TV.  He definitely knew something was wrong and he couldn't figure it out, so he just wanted to be close.  So cute.  Ok, now get off!!!  He then begins to unplug and break every electrical gadget within a a 20 ft radius.  Ok, lets go sit in the yard.

Probably would have been a really good idea to lock the gate 2 fold.  Cole let the 18mo old golden out of the yard, I go chasing (limping) and the 6mo old Golden runs out.  Great.  I chase across the street after both of them in a panic, forgetting my 23mo old 'was' in the backyard.  Insert neighbors!  Thank God.  One grabbed one dog, the other grabs Cole now at the end of the driveway.  Not a pretty scene.

I did not place for 'Mommy of the Year Award' today.  Oh well, tomorrow is another day and I get another shot.  Thankfully no one besides me got hurt.  I gave birth, I can endure any pain.

My First Blog

I'm blogging so that I will not eat Oreo cookies right now.  I'm kidding.  Please understand before you read any further, that I have a habit of being sarcastic 90% of the time.  I also should let you know that I think (as well as many others that have known me for life) that I have some level of ADHD.  I will try to stay on one topic at a time and not lose you in my thoughts.  Those of you that know me personally, have already adapted to my disorganized ways and feel that you have solved a jigsaw puzzle after every conversation we have. 
I think I complain too much and I know deep down inside that I have so much to be thankful for each night I lay my head on the pillow.  There are so many other people in the world that have it so much worse than myself, and "I lock myself inside these sacred walls" (Billy Joel kinda-quote - you will find these throughout my blog as well; I swear half of his songs were written for me).  I forget to think of the bigger picture in life and only surround myself with what I am going through.
I am blogging to help myself see what the big picture is and how I am merely just a speck on this canvas.  My life as a woman, mother, wife, teacher, daughter, and sister; I'm the pilot, "it's either sadness or euphoria".