Showing posts with label Weight issues. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Weight issues. Show all posts
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
Climbing the Scale
Friday, November 29, 2013
Fashionable Pain
Out of all my children, Child #3 is the most patient. Though she has moments of impatience, she is by far the winner in our family. She has been inquiring about getting her ears pierced for over a year. My response last year was "You'll have to wait for your birthday." Well, her birthday was in April. I didn't exactly fulfill the promise. Every time she would remind me, I had an excuse.
"You can't get your ears pierced during the soccer season." (Rule: no jewelry while playing)
The Spring soccer season came and went. Then Summer appeared.
"You're going to be too active and you won't be able to keep them cleaned properly."
Then the Fall soccer season caught us.
"You'll have to wait until after the soccer season again."
I know my excuses are completely unfair, but it comes down to our lives are busy and a little bit of laziness on my part. There is a lot of maintenance when you get your ears pierced. I don't want to have to remind her twice a day for six weeks to clean and twist the earrings. There are already twenty other things I have to constantly repeat throughout the day. It's exhausting.
Since soccer season has ended, I don't have anymore excuses so I finally fulfilled her birthday present. Considering Child #3 has been driving this crusade, Child #1 and Child #2 are going along for the ride (they never expressed an interest in getting their ears pierced before). So off to the mall we go.
All three excitedly pick out the earrings they wanted. Love how the ear piercing is free, but the earrings are approximately fifty dollars each.
Child #3 wants to go first. She hops into the chair. The technician does all the necessary things. Child #3 doesn't even want her to count. She just wants her to punch the hole. The sound of one quick punch silences our posse waiting for Child #3's reaction. As her mother, I can tell it wasn't pain free for her, but she held a straight face and was ready for the other ear. She says they feel warm, but it didn't hurt.
Child #2 hops up on the chair. The technician gets her situated and punches the first hole. All the color drained from her face and her mouth contorted into a painful ow. Child #2 braved through the second hole punch, but wasn't exactly happy about it. She hops off the chair and is happy she got her ears pierced once the temporary pain has gone away.
As we all turn to Child #1, she is shaking her head no and slowly stepping away from the area. The protesting begins. Shoot, I should've made her go first. She has made up her mind that she does not want her ears pierce anymore and refuses to get on the chair.
We all try to sweet talk into it, but nothing we say is working. Then I try to guilt her into it (no refunds). That doesn't work. Then her Aunt tries to bribe her. Nope. Nothing. We're at a stand still. Fortunately, there was a twenty-one year old girl waiting for her turn. We let her go in front of Child #1. Though this girl was getting four holes, she had just the right personality to entertain Child #1 enough to make her relax. The girl was extremely funny. After the girl got her first two earrings in, she wanted a break. Child #1 lightened up and sat in the chair.
Child #1 wanted me to hold her hand so I stood next to her while the technician prepped her. Once everything was in place, Child #1 wanted the technician to count to three. We all held our breath while the hole was punched. Child #1 instantly turned to me with a scrunched brow and says, "That's it. That didn't hurt." Our posse all busted out laughing. So the technician quickly punched the other hole and we were done. Child #1is tougher than she realizes. Then we stayed to watch the girl get her other two earrings in. We were all entertained.
So now we wait six weeks. The true test will be if they can keep up with the cleaning maintenance. The goal is not to get any infected ears. I'll keep you posted.
I have to say it was all worth it to see their big happy smiles when it was all done.
"You can't get your ears pierced during the soccer season." (Rule: no jewelry while playing)
The Spring soccer season came and went. Then Summer appeared.
"You're going to be too active and you won't be able to keep them cleaned properly."
Then the Fall soccer season caught us.
"You'll have to wait until after the soccer season again."
I know my excuses are completely unfair, but it comes down to our lives are busy and a little bit of laziness on my part. There is a lot of maintenance when you get your ears pierced. I don't want to have to remind her twice a day for six weeks to clean and twist the earrings. There are already twenty other things I have to constantly repeat throughout the day. It's exhausting.
Since soccer season has ended, I don't have anymore excuses so I finally fulfilled her birthday present. Considering Child #3 has been driving this crusade, Child #1 and Child #2 are going along for the ride (they never expressed an interest in getting their ears pierced before). So off to the mall we go.
Child #3 wants to go first. She hops into the chair. The technician does all the necessary things. Child #3 doesn't even want her to count. She just wants her to punch the hole. The sound of one quick punch silences our posse waiting for Child #3's reaction. As her mother, I can tell it wasn't pain free for her, but she held a straight face and was ready for the other ear. She says they feel warm, but it didn't hurt.
Child #2 hops up on the chair. The technician gets her situated and punches the first hole. All the color drained from her face and her mouth contorted into a painful ow. Child #2 braved through the second hole punch, but wasn't exactly happy about it. She hops off the chair and is happy she got her ears pierced once the temporary pain has gone away.
As we all turn to Child #1, she is shaking her head no and slowly stepping away from the area. The protesting begins. Shoot, I should've made her go first. She has made up her mind that she does not want her ears pierce anymore and refuses to get on the chair.
We all try to sweet talk into it, but nothing we say is working. Then I try to guilt her into it (no refunds). That doesn't work. Then her Aunt tries to bribe her. Nope. Nothing. We're at a stand still. Fortunately, there was a twenty-one year old girl waiting for her turn. We let her go in front of Child #1. Though this girl was getting four holes, she had just the right personality to entertain Child #1 enough to make her relax. The girl was extremely funny. After the girl got her first two earrings in, she wanted a break. Child #1 lightened up and sat in the chair.
Child #1 wanted me to hold her hand so I stood next to her while the technician prepped her. Once everything was in place, Child #1 wanted the technician to count to three. We all held our breath while the hole was punched. Child #1 instantly turned to me with a scrunched brow and says, "That's it. That didn't hurt." Our posse all busted out laughing. So the technician quickly punched the other hole and we were done. Child #1is tougher than she realizes. Then we stayed to watch the girl get her other two earrings in. We were all entertained.
So now we wait six weeks. The true test will be if they can keep up with the cleaning maintenance. The goal is not to get any infected ears. I'll keep you posted.
I have to say it was all worth it to see their big happy smiles when it was all done.
Monday, November 12, 2012
Sucrose Overdose
Halloween candy has dragged on a little too long this year for me (the girls got too much good stuff this year). I've eaten my fill and then some so it is time to put the candy away. The image that keeps coming to mind is Violet from "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" movie when she eats the candy that makes her blow up like a large blueberry and the Oompa-Loompas have to roll her out of the scene. I'm feeling a little bluish. Thanksgiving is only two weeks away. I need to stop the madness.
In order to sever the sugar pipe, I go for some hot chocolate to help curve the craving (I know its still chocolate and sugar, but it's supposed to help). It's the first step to withdrawing from sugar.
Boil the water
Add chocolate powder to a cup
Fill cup with boiling water
Ready to drink
Simple process except it doesn't quite taste right. Then it hits me, I just put Nestle Quik in the cup instead of the Hot Chocolate powder. If you ever do this, don't add the Hot Chocolate powder to it. It doesn't help just start all over again.
Note to self: separate Nestle Quik and Hot Chocolate Powder.
In order to sever the sugar pipe, I go for some hot chocolate to help curve the craving (I know its still chocolate and sugar, but it's supposed to help). It's the first step to withdrawing from sugar.
Boil the water
Add chocolate powder to a cup
Fill cup with boiling water
Ready to drink
Simple process except it doesn't quite taste right. Then it hits me, I just put Nestle Quik in the cup instead of the Hot Chocolate powder. If you ever do this, don't add the Hot Chocolate powder to it. It doesn't help just start all over again.
Note to self: separate Nestle Quik and Hot Chocolate Powder.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Triathlon Times
Apparently, writing things down doesn't actually hold me accountable to myself. Okay so the last ten pounds didn’t come off before my triathlon, but I still dropped eleven minutes off my overall time from last year. Consequently, this gives me a new goal for next year to drop the same excruciating ten pounds. Of course procrastination runs in the family, which will probably lead to trying to drop ten pounds again two months before the race. What a vicious cycle I live in.
Anyway my official time is listed below:
Distance Short
Clock Time 01:23:57
Overall Place 165 / 2544
Division Place 18 / 258
Swim 00:13:10
Swimrank 105
Trans1 00:04:16
Bike 00:39:35
Bikerank 470
Mph 18.1
Trans2 00:01:31
Runrank 220
Run 00:25:24
Pace 00:08:11
Even though, I did better on my time I totally slacked in the swimming. I did better last year in the swim, but my bike and run improved. Maybe next year I will actually train for the swim part (nah, not training always makes it more interesting). I really need to carve out some time (Where did that 27 hour/day pill go? I know it was in my pocket somewhere).
James brought the girls so they could cheer on their mommy for a whole three seconds, but at least they got to see what the race was about. My parents came too, but they missed me on all three transitions. Oh well, there is always next year.
PS. These times are based on 1/2 mile swim, 12 mile bike and 3.1 mile run just in case you were wondering.
Anyway my official time is listed below:
Distance Short
Clock Time 01:23:57
Overall Place 165 / 2544
Division Place 18 / 258
Swim 00:13:10
Swimrank 105
Trans1 00:04:16
Bike 00:39:35
Bikerank 470
Mph 18.1
Trans2 00:01:31
Runrank 220
Run 00:25:24
Pace 00:08:11
Even though, I did better on my time I totally slacked in the swimming. I did better last year in the swim, but my bike and run improved. Maybe next year I will actually train for the swim part (nah, not training always makes it more interesting). I really need to carve out some time (Where did that 27 hour/day pill go? I know it was in my pocket somewhere).
James brought the girls so they could cheer on their mommy for a whole three seconds, but at least they got to see what the race was about. My parents came too, but they missed me on all three transitions. Oh well, there is always next year.
PS. These times are based on 1/2 mile swim, 12 mile bike and 3.1 mile run just in case you were wondering.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Battle of the 10 pound bulge continued…
So the 10 pounds are being more stubborn than ever. Or maybe it’s just in my mind. Or maybe it is the soda I have been drinking for dinner the last two nights because we are completely out of every alternative beverage choice in my house (grocery shopping didn’t fit into the schedule this week) and I can’t drink water for dinner (I consume so much water during the day I can’t stand it by dinner time).
I’m usually hungry throughout the day and into the night. At least tea will usually suppress my appetite during work hours (That is if you like tea. I think my husband refers to it as drinking hay), but during the night its pretty rough especially when I have put restrictions during the day. I think about food constantly. When I smell, see or imagine food, it’s like I hear the bell and my salivary glands start producing. Since the no eating after 7:00 pm rule still holds, I’m usually good until about 10:00 pm at night (I know I should be sleeping at 10:00, but I have so much to read I am usually up until 11:00 or midnight). When I find myself ravenous (similar to a bear coming out of hibernation), my mind drifts off to what I could eat and not feel guilty about. Breaking my tangent, I reestablish my focus continue without getting up and eating anything. Phew (swipe of the forehead), I made it through another night.
I’m usually hungry throughout the day and into the night. At least tea will usually suppress my appetite during work hours (That is if you like tea. I think my husband refers to it as drinking hay), but during the night its pretty rough especially when I have put restrictions during the day. I think about food constantly. When I smell, see or imagine food, it’s like I hear the bell and my salivary glands start producing. Since the no eating after 7:00 pm rule still holds, I’m usually good until about 10:00 pm at night (I know I should be sleeping at 10:00, but I have so much to read I am usually up until 11:00 or midnight). When I find myself ravenous (similar to a bear coming out of hibernation), my mind drifts off to what I could eat and not feel guilty about. Breaking my tangent, I reestablish my focus continue without getting up and eating anything. Phew (swipe of the forehead), I made it through another night.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Battle of the 10 pound bulge
Why is the first 10 pound gain always the last 10 pounds to loose and the hardest? Kind of the opposite of LIFO (Sorry, inventory reference-If you don’t know what I’m talking about look it up…FIFO/LIFO).
After Child #3 was born, I was up about 35 pounds from my post marriage weight. Figuring I had three babies in three years, there wasn’t much time for myself let alone exercise. It took me a year and half to loose 25 pounds. You ask, how did I do that? I exercised four times a week (in my basement on my treadmill, I know extremely boring) and never ate after 7:00pm (except for my one night out a month when I party like a rock star). I basically stopped snacking at night. Apparently, your metabolism doesn’t like to be comforted at night.
Anyway, my last ten pounds and I have a special relationship. We have been together for a good five years. I am ready to move on, but every time I try to detach myself, it comes back. I loose a couple pounds and then I get lazy and they find their way home again. Now, I have to take some of the blame here, I haven’t exactly encouraged it to move on. On the other hand, I have maintained my current weight for the last year (pat myself on the back), but I would like to become a lean mean athletic machine for my triathlon this summer (did I mention I am a little competitive, I have to beat my time from last year).
My intentions are to try to loose 10 pounds before July. I would even be happy with 8 pounds. This is completely attainable if I buckle down so I decided I would start as I refer to it as “my food reduction project” this week. I do have to eat regularly or, well, let’s just say you don’t want to meet that personality. The game plan is to minimize portion size for lunch and dinner. Breakfast is not a problem. I never have enough time to eat a whole heck of a lot anyway.
This leads to problem number one. One of my personality flaws is whenever you tell me I can’t do something I tend to do it any way (maybe that’s why I wasn’t a good teenager). What do they call that? This doesn’t bode well with restricting food consumption either so my goal might be a long agonizing haul.
Basically I’m writing about this because if it is written down I actually have to follow through with it. Right?
After Child #3 was born, I was up about 35 pounds from my post marriage weight. Figuring I had three babies in three years, there wasn’t much time for myself let alone exercise. It took me a year and half to loose 25 pounds. You ask, how did I do that? I exercised four times a week (in my basement on my treadmill, I know extremely boring) and never ate after 7:00pm (except for my one night out a month when I party like a rock star). I basically stopped snacking at night. Apparently, your metabolism doesn’t like to be comforted at night.
Anyway, my last ten pounds and I have a special relationship. We have been together for a good five years. I am ready to move on, but every time I try to detach myself, it comes back. I loose a couple pounds and then I get lazy and they find their way home again. Now, I have to take some of the blame here, I haven’t exactly encouraged it to move on. On the other hand, I have maintained my current weight for the last year (pat myself on the back), but I would like to become a lean mean athletic machine for my triathlon this summer (did I mention I am a little competitive, I have to beat my time from last year).
My intentions are to try to loose 10 pounds before July. I would even be happy with 8 pounds. This is completely attainable if I buckle down so I decided I would start as I refer to it as “my food reduction project” this week. I do have to eat regularly or, well, let’s just say you don’t want to meet that personality. The game plan is to minimize portion size for lunch and dinner. Breakfast is not a problem. I never have enough time to eat a whole heck of a lot anyway.
This leads to problem number one. One of my personality flaws is whenever you tell me I can’t do something I tend to do it any way (maybe that’s why I wasn’t a good teenager). What do they call that? This doesn’t bode well with restricting food consumption either so my goal might be a long agonizing haul.
Basically I’m writing about this because if it is written down I actually have to follow through with it. Right?
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Love/Hate Relationship
Okay so I woke up yesterday morning and weighed myself after a week of absently ignoring my weight and exercise routine. I didn't workout all of last week because of tiredness and a little lazy on the side. To my expressionless shock of horror, I gained 4 pounds. Apparently I will never be able NOT to workout again especially since I love to over indulge myself in too much food. Maybe skipping a day here or there, but not a whole week if I want contain my weight. Do the math, if I didn't workout for the rest of the year that would be 4 pounds a week, 52 weeks a year. I would be 350 pounds by next Christmas. Now be honest, would you still be my friend then? I don't think I would even want to be my own friend. And I would have to kiss Girls Night Out good-bye because not too many restaurants can accommodate 350 pound persons. How embarrassing would that be? See I know my problem is eating too much food, I get it. The calorie counting is simple math and science combined together, but who wants to count stupid calories every day for the rest of their lives. Ewww, it gives me the willies just thinking about it. Damit I want to be able to eat that snickers bar or reece's peanut butter cup when I want to. Now that I have completely scared the shit out of myself with a little bit of "Drill Sargent" motivation, I started back on my workout schedule last night. I think I truly hate exercising:)
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