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.
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