Today's weigh-in: 235.6
And that was AFTER 30 minutes of cardio and 15 minutes of weights yesterday. Yikes. I am a cow.
Pool Time
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Monday, February 18, 2013
Finally getting off my a$$
No weigh-in this morning. I'll have to do one tomorrow to see where I am, fat-wise.
Probably won't be great. The hubby and I went out of town for part of the Valentine weekend--we went to Bozeman and had lots of not-good food and beer. We did "work out" one day, by going skiing, and I'm sure we burned some calories, but I doubt it did much good. Then we came back and ate not-good food with his parents (who had watched to boys while we were gone). I finally worked out today, a real work out. I got on the elliptical machine for 30 minutes straight, and then did a few arm exercises with my 10 lb kettle bell. Not much, but it's a start. If I can keep doing this somewhat regularly, it should really help. I also need to eat better. I've already started by giving up soda for Lent. I'm also trying to cut back on snacks--selling concessions in my classroom hasn't been good for me, because it's convenient chips and candy. I need to stop eating those. I hope I can keep this up.
On the child front, our trip to Bozeman meant I left the boys for only the third and fourth nights ever in their lives. My in-laws came to town for the weekend, and so they watched the boys from 5 pm (when their day at the sitter ends) until 7 am the next morning (when their day with the sitter starts) on Thursday (we left Thursday morning after dropping the boys off) and Friday. We got home just before lunch on Saturday. My mother-in-law slept upstairs in our bedroom so she could hear the boys if they needed her. Brendan, of course, was fine. Ian woke up a few times, but she let him cry it out each time, and so he didn't even have a bottle in the middle of the night either night. I've been trying to wean him off the nighttime bottles, cutting back by half a bottle when I do make one, and by waiting longer before actually giving him one. Since she stopped giving him a bottle for those two nights, I did the same Saturday and Sunday. I did give him a bottle this morning at 5:30, but only because he had really started crying, and I figured it would calm him down hopefully enough that he'd go back to sleep. Didn't really work. Oh well. Ian is getting better about sleeping, slowly. He does put himself back to sleep--I usually put him down while he's awake at bedtime and turn on his musical seahorse and his nightlight stuffed animal (it projects stars onto the ceiling). We might have to go in a few times to restart the seahorse, but he generally goes to sleep in about 15 minutes or so. [On a side note, both Brendan and Ian have this musical seahorse, made by Fisher Price. It plays ten short little songs and its tummy lights up. It has always been key for Brendan's sleep. Only recently have we started using Ian's when he goes to sleep. My only dislike of the seahorse is that it only plays for about five minutes--the ten songs are very short. I wish it would play for about 15 or 20 minutes so we wouldn't have to go in and turn it back on.] Ian does still wake up 2-4 times at night, but I'm trying to get him to go back to sleep without rocking him. I just put his pacifier back in his mouth if it isn't in there and start the seahorse again. Last night I did have to take him out of the crib to rock him for a few minutes, but I was able to put him back in the crib after just a few minutes and give him his pacifier and seahorse and leave him there, and he settled back down.
The whole sleep thing has been rough for me, with both boys. I'm not good at letting the boys cry. Crying children really affect me--my blood pressure shoots up and I get panicky. It's basically an anxiety attack. I can't just lie there and listen to them cry. If I even hear a squeak, I'm wide awake, lying there and listening for another sound while holding my breath. So the sleep training has been slow going. I'm glad that Ian has at least gotten to the point where he doesn't need to eat during the night. Hopefully he'll reach the point where he doesn't wake up at all during the night, so I can finally start sleeping again.
At least while we were in Bozeman I got a little sleep. The first night we were there, I actually got SEVEN STRAIGHT HOURS OF SLEEP. We went to sleep about 9:30, and I woke up at 4:30 needing to pee. That's the most sleep I've gotten at one time since I got pregnant with Brendan, three years ago. Sadly, the next night I didn't sleep well at all. My muscles were very sore from skiing, and I had a bit of heartburn from dinner, so I woke up every 2-3 hours. I still got a lot of sleep in general, but it was much more broken than the night before.
Anyway, fingers crossed that the weight-loss thing will finally get going.
Probably won't be great. The hubby and I went out of town for part of the Valentine weekend--we went to Bozeman and had lots of not-good food and beer. We did "work out" one day, by going skiing, and I'm sure we burned some calories, but I doubt it did much good. Then we came back and ate not-good food with his parents (who had watched to boys while we were gone). I finally worked out today, a real work out. I got on the elliptical machine for 30 minutes straight, and then did a few arm exercises with my 10 lb kettle bell. Not much, but it's a start. If I can keep doing this somewhat regularly, it should really help. I also need to eat better. I've already started by giving up soda for Lent. I'm also trying to cut back on snacks--selling concessions in my classroom hasn't been good for me, because it's convenient chips and candy. I need to stop eating those. I hope I can keep this up.
On the child front, our trip to Bozeman meant I left the boys for only the third and fourth nights ever in their lives. My in-laws came to town for the weekend, and so they watched the boys from 5 pm (when their day at the sitter ends) until 7 am the next morning (when their day with the sitter starts) on Thursday (we left Thursday morning after dropping the boys off) and Friday. We got home just before lunch on Saturday. My mother-in-law slept upstairs in our bedroom so she could hear the boys if they needed her. Brendan, of course, was fine. Ian woke up a few times, but she let him cry it out each time, and so he didn't even have a bottle in the middle of the night either night. I've been trying to wean him off the nighttime bottles, cutting back by half a bottle when I do make one, and by waiting longer before actually giving him one. Since she stopped giving him a bottle for those two nights, I did the same Saturday and Sunday. I did give him a bottle this morning at 5:30, but only because he had really started crying, and I figured it would calm him down hopefully enough that he'd go back to sleep. Didn't really work. Oh well. Ian is getting better about sleeping, slowly. He does put himself back to sleep--I usually put him down while he's awake at bedtime and turn on his musical seahorse and his nightlight stuffed animal (it projects stars onto the ceiling). We might have to go in a few times to restart the seahorse, but he generally goes to sleep in about 15 minutes or so. [On a side note, both Brendan and Ian have this musical seahorse, made by Fisher Price. It plays ten short little songs and its tummy lights up. It has always been key for Brendan's sleep. Only recently have we started using Ian's when he goes to sleep. My only dislike of the seahorse is that it only plays for about five minutes--the ten songs are very short. I wish it would play for about 15 or 20 minutes so we wouldn't have to go in and turn it back on.] Ian does still wake up 2-4 times at night, but I'm trying to get him to go back to sleep without rocking him. I just put his pacifier back in his mouth if it isn't in there and start the seahorse again. Last night I did have to take him out of the crib to rock him for a few minutes, but I was able to put him back in the crib after just a few minutes and give him his pacifier and seahorse and leave him there, and he settled back down.
The whole sleep thing has been rough for me, with both boys. I'm not good at letting the boys cry. Crying children really affect me--my blood pressure shoots up and I get panicky. It's basically an anxiety attack. I can't just lie there and listen to them cry. If I even hear a squeak, I'm wide awake, lying there and listening for another sound while holding my breath. So the sleep training has been slow going. I'm glad that Ian has at least gotten to the point where he doesn't need to eat during the night. Hopefully he'll reach the point where he doesn't wake up at all during the night, so I can finally start sleeping again.
At least while we were in Bozeman I got a little sleep. The first night we were there, I actually got SEVEN STRAIGHT HOURS OF SLEEP. We went to sleep about 9:30, and I woke up at 4:30 needing to pee. That's the most sleep I've gotten at one time since I got pregnant with Brendan, three years ago. Sadly, the next night I didn't sleep well at all. My muscles were very sore from skiing, and I had a bit of heartburn from dinner, so I woke up every 2-3 hours. I still got a lot of sleep in general, but it was much more broken than the night before.
Anyway, fingers crossed that the weight-loss thing will finally get going.
Friday, February 1, 2013
Yeah, yeah, I know
February 1, and today's weigh in: 230.4
Yeah, I know. Haven't lost any weight. Haven't really tried. Been too tired, too busy, too overwhelmed with life. The usual.
Well, I have sort of tried. I did work out. One day. And really it was just 100 crunches. And yesterday and today I have tried to eat better. I even brought celery for lunch. Yay me.
But the fact remains that I haven't lost any weight, and now time is not on my side. My goal is STILL to lose 20 lbs by June 1 (the end of the school year). But instead of losing 2 lbs each month, which was the original 10-month plan, I now have to lose 5 lbs each month. It's not looking that great, is it?
I really need to do three things: 1) actually start working out, regularly; 2) eat better; and 3) get some sleep.
Still not getting any sleep. Ian has had a terrible week, sleep-wise, but we think we've at least figured out what the problem is. He has been horribly constipated. Ian has always had more trouble, digestion-wise, than Brendan ever did. I suppose it's because he's a formula baby and not a breastmilk baby. I mean, we are only just now at the point, about 7 1/2 months (well, closer to 8 I guess), that my supply finally dried up and we had to switch Brendan to formula. And all the processed stuff (formula, baby cereal, solid foods) are fortified with iron, which does cause constipation.
What this adds up to is a backed-up baby who spends his entire night sleeping fitfully, 45 minutes at a time, then moaning and crying and squealing until somebody (me) manages to get him back to sleep for another 45 minutes. But we did finally figure out that was the problem. We hit the store and got him some prunes, which we'll start giving him daily until it seems he's "regulated", then maybe cutting back to every couple of days. I also started putting his probiotic drops in his bottle at night again. The pediatrician had suggested those to us back when he was so colicky in the hopes it would help. Didn't seem to help then, but the whole purpose of probiotics is to regulate the gut (like those Activia yogurt commercials claim), so maybe it'll help. And, as a last resort, I picked up a box of glycerin suppositories. I have used them on Ian before. Had to use them maybe once on Brendan. Anyway, Ian slept for three hours last night (which is pretty impressive after the 45 minute performances of late) before waking up and eating. Then he only slept for an hour and started up with the moaning and crying. Ross tried to soothe him back to sleep, but finally at 3:30 I opened the box o' suppositories. About a minute later, out comes a bunch of hard little pebble poops (which must have hurt like the dickens), some gas, some clay-consistency poop and more gas, and finally some easy-flowing poop and gas. No wonder he's been fussy. Poor guy. It took a little while to get him back to sleep (I had turned the light on so I could see what I was doing, and heck, if somebody had stuck that up my butt, I'd have a hard time going back to sleep too), but when he did, he slept quietly until Ross got him up to get him dressed, more than two hours later.
I really hope we've gotten this sorted out and we can get the poor little guy on the right digestive track. He really should be able to make it through the night without eating at all. I'm going to start weaning him off that if I can. He does take less from the bottle at night than he used to; instead of draining the bottle he usually only eats about 2 oz at a time at night.
Brendan, on the other hand, is doing great. He eats like a horse (he's gotta be in a growth spurt right now), and he downs gallons of milk at a time, I swear. At least I know where he gets it. He also continues to be an engine of destruction. He killed my tablet computer. He poured water all over it. The tablet spent several days in a bag full of Minute Rice, but it still won't start. Boo. Then he poured milk all over the laptop. That, at least, still works, although the keys were a bit crunchy for a couple of days, and I shudder to think what the inside looks like. But it's hard to stay mad at him (although he frustrates the heck out of my and brings out the horrible parent side of me all the time). His favorite saying right now is "Goodness gracious!" He also thinks the word "coconut" is hilariously funny. His current addiction is The Micky Mouse Clubhouse, which I guess is an improvement over Elmo's Potty Time and all the Sesame Street videos, but he also loves to read (and to try to extend his bedtime by reading thousands of books). What a goober.
I've been pretty lonely and depressed lately, so I hope that the diagnosis of Ian's recent trouble may lead to more sleep, which will improve my life dramatically. I hope.
Happy February!
Yeah, I know. Haven't lost any weight. Haven't really tried. Been too tired, too busy, too overwhelmed with life. The usual.
Well, I have sort of tried. I did work out. One day. And really it was just 100 crunches. And yesterday and today I have tried to eat better. I even brought celery for lunch. Yay me.
But the fact remains that I haven't lost any weight, and now time is not on my side. My goal is STILL to lose 20 lbs by June 1 (the end of the school year). But instead of losing 2 lbs each month, which was the original 10-month plan, I now have to lose 5 lbs each month. It's not looking that great, is it?
I really need to do three things: 1) actually start working out, regularly; 2) eat better; and 3) get some sleep.
Still not getting any sleep. Ian has had a terrible week, sleep-wise, but we think we've at least figured out what the problem is. He has been horribly constipated. Ian has always had more trouble, digestion-wise, than Brendan ever did. I suppose it's because he's a formula baby and not a breastmilk baby. I mean, we are only just now at the point, about 7 1/2 months (well, closer to 8 I guess), that my supply finally dried up and we had to switch Brendan to formula. And all the processed stuff (formula, baby cereal, solid foods) are fortified with iron, which does cause constipation.
What this adds up to is a backed-up baby who spends his entire night sleeping fitfully, 45 minutes at a time, then moaning and crying and squealing until somebody (me) manages to get him back to sleep for another 45 minutes. But we did finally figure out that was the problem. We hit the store and got him some prunes, which we'll start giving him daily until it seems he's "regulated", then maybe cutting back to every couple of days. I also started putting his probiotic drops in his bottle at night again. The pediatrician had suggested those to us back when he was so colicky in the hopes it would help. Didn't seem to help then, but the whole purpose of probiotics is to regulate the gut (like those Activia yogurt commercials claim), so maybe it'll help. And, as a last resort, I picked up a box of glycerin suppositories. I have used them on Ian before. Had to use them maybe once on Brendan. Anyway, Ian slept for three hours last night (which is pretty impressive after the 45 minute performances of late) before waking up and eating. Then he only slept for an hour and started up with the moaning and crying. Ross tried to soothe him back to sleep, but finally at 3:30 I opened the box o' suppositories. About a minute later, out comes a bunch of hard little pebble poops (which must have hurt like the dickens), some gas, some clay-consistency poop and more gas, and finally some easy-flowing poop and gas. No wonder he's been fussy. Poor guy. It took a little while to get him back to sleep (I had turned the light on so I could see what I was doing, and heck, if somebody had stuck that up my butt, I'd have a hard time going back to sleep too), but when he did, he slept quietly until Ross got him up to get him dressed, more than two hours later.
I really hope we've gotten this sorted out and we can get the poor little guy on the right digestive track. He really should be able to make it through the night without eating at all. I'm going to start weaning him off that if I can. He does take less from the bottle at night than he used to; instead of draining the bottle he usually only eats about 2 oz at a time at night.
Brendan, on the other hand, is doing great. He eats like a horse (he's gotta be in a growth spurt right now), and he downs gallons of milk at a time, I swear. At least I know where he gets it. He also continues to be an engine of destruction. He killed my tablet computer. He poured water all over it. The tablet spent several days in a bag full of Minute Rice, but it still won't start. Boo. Then he poured milk all over the laptop. That, at least, still works, although the keys were a bit crunchy for a couple of days, and I shudder to think what the inside looks like. But it's hard to stay mad at him (although he frustrates the heck out of my and brings out the horrible parent side of me all the time). His favorite saying right now is "Goodness gracious!" He also thinks the word "coconut" is hilariously funny. His current addiction is The Micky Mouse Clubhouse, which I guess is an improvement over Elmo's Potty Time and all the Sesame Street videos, but he also loves to read (and to try to extend his bedtime by reading thousands of books). What a goober.
I've been pretty lonely and depressed lately, so I hope that the diagnosis of Ian's recent trouble may lead to more sleep, which will improve my life dramatically. I hope.
Happy February!
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