Archive for January, 2013



20
Jan
13

Weeks are flying by-week 3

Each week seems to fly by a little faster these days.  It is hard to believe it is another Sunday morning!  But it is, and that means I need to take a few minutes and reflect.

I have come to the conclusion that there are no easy weeks in my little world.  Each time I think that my schedule will get normal and the craziness calm down, I have something else come up.  Last week I had a sick child, a family member that underwent a major medical procedure, an abundance of extracurricular activities, crazy work schedule, and a random snow storm.  This all being said, I am very pleased to say that I lost 2.5lbs.

Challenges

Life was full of challenges last week, as I mentioned above.  Stress is not my friend and my PMDD has been in full swing; I have got to find healthier ways to handle these things.  Dieting has not been easy for me mentally over the last few days.

Successes

I really had to think on what worked for me this week.  I definitely have gotten more exercise; not my walking like I wanted, but fighting with trashcans, shoveling snow, and rearranging my basement have definitely given me a workout.

The other thing I believe helped attribute to the loss is that we have had better foods to choose from.  I impressed myself this week with how well some of our menu choices worked out.  I had healthier lunches at work when I packed.  I limited my snacking and when stress did call for eating, I tried to drink water first and the house had healthier options if the water didn’t cure my craving.

Moving Forward

I haven’t given this coming week a lot of thought.  Right now, it appears to be pretty calm.  The kids are out of school tomorrow, we only have a couple of extracurricular activities going on, and my family member and their issues seemed to have been handled.  Later today, I will plan out my menu and prepare for what is hopefully going to be a somewhat easy week.  For now, I am getting ready to take the kids out for a bit to work off some extra energy.  Hope your Sunday is wonderful and that we all have a great upcoming week.

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17
Jan
13

The Teen’s Missing Undies

photo credit: *Samantha Murphy* via photopin cc

photo credit: *Samantha Murphy* via photopin cc

I love to find a great bargain.  It is in my blood.  Clearance sale racks are my best friends.  In a house with growing girls, our clothing tastes change quite often, so it is hard to find what the kids will wear on the clearance racks sometimes.  Just before the holidays, I was thrilled to find some cute multipacks of boy shorts for my teen on clearance.  I knew she would love them and decided to put them up for Christmas.  That was the last time they were seen.

I pride myself on being somewhat organized-especially with the deals I find.  I have space in the attic for gifts and space in the basement for household goods and foods.  There is a place for everything and everything has its place.  I guess that is why the missing boy shorts are driving me insane.

The first time that I thought about the fact that the undies were missing, I actually thought that I had already wrapped them.  I was about at the point that I was going to unwrap my teen’s gifts when I decided to refrain and see if they appeared Christmas morning.  They did not.

Later, I asked I had possibly given them to her early.  I did not remember doing so, but thought that maybe they were pushed back in the corner of her underwear drawer.  Negative.

I tore apart our attic.  I asked my friend that went shopping with me if I left the bag.  I even checked in my Christmas ornament boxes to see if maybe it had gotten thrown into one inadvertently.

Tonight, my teen told me she needs new underwear.  As much as not being able to find my missing bargain has drove me nuts it is now multiplied because I hate the thought of buying more and then the ones previously purchased appearing.

At this point, I am left with two options; I can either tear my house apart to find my missing purchase or take the teen underwear shopping.    I can honestly say, I am not sure which one scares me more.

16
Jan
13

The Wrong Twin

I recently started thinking about my family and how lucky we are to have one another.  Especially the relationship I have with my siblings; my brother, my sister and me.  My brother and sister are twins and could not be more different and, yet, I share a lot in common with them both.  In fact, I have often thought I should have been the twin in place of one of them.

My sister and I have always been close despite our age difference; the two girls in a house full of boys.  We have always been able to shop, talk about friends, boys, and normal girl stuff.  Now that she is a mom, we can relate on an all new level sharing our experiences as moms.  She is content being a mommy, a bit naive, conservative, and a bit of a redneck.

My brother, on the other hand, is career minded.  He is in his senior year of college and embraces city life.  He is very worldly with friends from all walks of life.  He is liberal; we share the same political views.  We enjoy the same types of television and movies.  Oh, and he is gay.

I was the first person that he came out to.  I was caught off guard, but not completely surprised.  He has always kept his private life private which I can appreciate.  He wanted to come out to my mom and sister too, but knew I would be the best to approach first and that I could tell him how to approach the others.  My mom has slowly come around and accepted my brother’s sexual orientation.  My sister has not been so supportive.  It is just not discussed.

These days, I feel like things are the way they should be.  It was not meant for me to be a twin; my being oldest has allowed me to be there for both my siblings and my mom.  Our family may not be perfect, in fact we still have a ways to go, but we have one another and, despite our differences, I would not trade any of them for the world.

15
Jan
13

I shanked my daughter

I guess I should preface this post by saying that I am in no way a child abuser.  I did, however, try to shank my daughter.  It is true.  I tried to shank my child.  I tried to shank her in the eye.  She deserved it.

Brittany woke up this morning with the crud.  Knowing that Brittany is my dramatic one and that I had a full day ahead, I medicated the child and sent her on her way to school telling her that she could be picked up during the few gaps I had in my schedule-one was at ten and the other from eleven to one.  I was hoping she would forget about feeling bad and make it through the day.

I got the call at 10:15 and took Brittany to her grandmother’s to spend the rest of the day while I worked.  Apparently, she recovered with a bit of rest and was not nearly stimulated enough with the old lady because she was off the hook from the moment I picked her up.

My normally bubbly child was off the charts with her craziness; she bounced around the stores as we ran errands constantly in front of whatever shelf I was looking at (accidently on purpose), we were on each other’s feet, and the poor store clerks had to think we were both mental as she chattered endlessly distracting me making me look like the crazy one.

Then, we had Girl Scouts.  She was surrounded by a bunch of her crazy peers.  She had a captivated audience which just encouraged her behavior.  Yes, it was a fun night.

At the end of the meeting as I was helping clean up, Brittany went ahead to the car.  She came back when I was not moving fast enough to encourage me to hurry along.  I headed down the hall of the church clutching my keys off in my own little world.  Then, Brittany jumped out of the open doorway I was walking by.

I am very proud of myself for not screaming.  I did, however, instinctively throw my arm out towards the child.  My keys were at close to her eye level; I almost shanked my kid’s eye.  I am Super Mom.  I guess that will teach the kid not to scare her poor mother.  Luckily, no children were harmed in the making of this blog and we had a good laugh as we made our way to the car.

14
Jan
13

A Pet Peeve This Monday

It is a gloomy Monday and in honor of the crappy day, I would like to address one of my pet peeves.  It is ending your email with “Cheers.” 

I don’t know about you, but all that makes me think of is tipping back my glass.  I cannot help but think of my favorite one of my favorite country songs, “Drink a little drink and smoke a little smoke.”

So, unless you are setting up a date with me for Happy Hour, save the “Cheers” for someone else. 

13
Jan
13

No loss, no gain-week 2

Last week (week 2) was not the best week ever for me and dieting, so I was not surprised when I did not have a loss.  I am pleased to announce that I did not gain either; for that, I am counting the week as a success.

Challenges

I knew this week would be a hard one due to a crazy schedule.  I had not factored in that we would have catered lunches all week.  Training also left me drained; I felt awful which did not help with exercise.

Successes

I was able to get in bed each night before midnight which seemed to help me with my overall energy. I will try for 11:30 this week.

I increased my water intake and lessened my dependence on caffeine.  I did relapse a bit this weekend, but am hopeful that I can do better moving forward.

I got moving.  Sure it was only twice, but considering the way that I have felt for the last two months, I am looking at this as a good thing.

I have been reading some great books on overall health and following some terrific blogs of others that are trying to diet and/or get healthy.  I am loving the fact that I am not alone and it is really helping to motivate me to do more.

Moving Forward

This week, my schedule returns to being somewhat normal.  I have created a menu for the week which should help to curb my making bad decisions.  I went to the store yesterday and got lots of healthy things for the kids and I to choose from; we are good to go with fruits, veggies, and low fat snack/lunchbox choices.  I should be able to get moving week; to get the week started on the right foot, I will be heading out for a nice long walk shortly!

07
Jan
13

Phantom Thongs

I started my day today with a call from my sister.   My sister has been in a relationship that is by no means healthy.  She and her boyfriend have both made their mistakes.  This morning, she called me with an issue that has bothered me all day.

After dropping a lighter in her boyfriend’s car, my sister went looking underneath her boyfriend’s seat.  She found far more than she bargained for.  She found a pair of thongs.  Not hers, mind you.  A pair of phantom thongs from an unknown mystery woman; she did not know what to do.

Later, my sister confronted her boyfriend with the undies.  Initially he was speechless.  Then he decided to say that he had no idea where they came from.  Someone had to be setting him up.

After the confrontation, my sister needed to get away.  She went to run errands and came for a visit.  We were able to talk about the events earlier in the day.  She was, of course, upset.  She had no clue what to do but knew things just didn’t add up….

No matter how hot and heavy things get in a car, how does one forget their underwear?  I mean really.  I have been there.  I can honestly say, I have never forgotten my underwear.  Really, who does that?  Although, I can totally understand not wanting to put back on a thong.  Personally, I wouldn’t have had it on in the first place.

Why in the world would someone want to “set him up?”  Even if someone wanted to get him in trouble, there are easier ways.

Who knows how long the panties were even there?  Regardless, he bought the car while they have been together.

Frankly, to me, this is grounds for kicking him to the curb.  If you allow something like this to go to the wayside, what will be next?  This is not the man’s first indiscretion.  However, she is the one that has to live with her decision and they have a child together.  I have to be supportive of her decision and I will be, no matter what I think.

“Men will treat you the way you let them. There is no such thing as ‘deserving’ respect; you get what you demand from people.”  – Tucker Max, I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell




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