Since I've become a full-time SAHM almost 7 months ago, I've noticed that my physique is not quite as *ahem* firm as it used to be. I've still got the rolls on the stomach from the c-section, and my legs are permanently stuck together, no space between there! I've been tired, and just plain blah. Plus, it's just so easy to graze all day on food being at home.
Well, an acquaintance of mine from high school posted on Facebook (Don't ya love Facebook!!) about her business program through BeachBody. If you don't know what Beach Body is, you're not alone. I'd heard a little in passing about the craze that revolves around P90x, but had no idea the scope of the entire network. Anyway, thanks to her, I've started one of the 30 day challenges. I'm still waiting on my kid to arrive (I ordered it last Tuesday....the start date is tomorrow....damn!) but in the meantime, I went On Demand and DVR'd a fitness workout.
This morning I did it while my Lil Peanut was playing happily on his tummy mat. It was 45 minutes long and I hate to say it, but I fast forwarded through quite a bit of it. However, I did do the first 20 minutes which was the leg work. I had to grip the back of the couch, lean back and stick one leg up behind me and lift, pause, lift, pause....you get the idea. When I first started, I thought to myself "this is dumb, this isn't doing anything". Ha! I soon felt the burn.
Well, I got done, and went on my way with the rest of my day. Tonight though, my butt is kind of sore. Ok, really sore. Am I that out of shape? Or was that routine really that decent that it worked those muscles? Probably a little of both. Either way, I have to say that the pain feels good. It reminds me that I did something today, pushed myself today.....if even just a little bit.
I'm really looking forward to this 30 Day Challenge. I'm sure I'll be mentioning it again in the days to come. As for now, i'm taking my sore ass off to bed, g'night!
Monday, April 30, 2012
This could be it?
The weekend had started off nicely. Hubs came home Friday and he had even got us presents from the PX. I asked him what was the occasion and it was a "just because". He got some scented lotion for our daughter (she loves smelly lotiony stuff) and for me a gift set of Philosophy's Amazing Grace.
He got our daughter to play soccer that night in her game and it was a nice night in all. In fact, it was a nice weekend.....Until Saturday night when he started in again on how he feels trapped here in Wisconsin. How he might not come home right away after he gets done with his treatment. What the hell am I supposed to think when he says that crap? He's told me this so many times, finally I just told him look, if you're not happy then this isn't the life for you.
Sunday morning he refused to get up to go watch our daughter sing in church. That was the final straw. Seriously? She doesn't do it very often. Church starts at 10:45.....it's not like you have to get up early or anything. I told him when I got back he better be gone. And, he was.
He sent me texts about how he didnt know what he'd done but he was sorry and he was going to quit smoking, and be a family man. I loved that he was trying, but I knew that he was just telling me what I wanted to hear. In the end, that wasn't going to help us. I'm tired of him feeling "trapped". I asked him what he meant by that, and he said it was mainly the house ownership. I get that, that owning a house can be scary. And we bought a "vintage" house, so it's got some updating to do. Looking back, we rushed into buying this house because i was super pregnant and we wanted to get settled. I love my neighborhood, but maybe this house wasnt the right one. Regardless, we're here now and we've got to make it work!
Anyway, I just kept telling him to think long and hard about what he wants. I'm not moving anytime soon. I want my kids to get some roots and feel settled, I want to be settled. If he can't handle the American Dream of house ownership and raising a family, then I don't want him to do it. I genuinely want him to be happy, and more so....I want me to be happy and our kids to be happy and well-adjusted. We can't be happy if he's always bellowing and griping about how he hates it here with us. I tried to make that point to Hubs, but instead he told me "I know where this is going, I'll leave"
Sigh. I don't know what to say that I haven't said already. I just don't know anymore. I love him and always will but I want all of us to be happy. I'm happy here, why can't he be?
He got our daughter to play soccer that night in her game and it was a nice night in all. In fact, it was a nice weekend.....Until Saturday night when he started in again on how he feels trapped here in Wisconsin. How he might not come home right away after he gets done with his treatment. What the hell am I supposed to think when he says that crap? He's told me this so many times, finally I just told him look, if you're not happy then this isn't the life for you.
Sunday morning he refused to get up to go watch our daughter sing in church. That was the final straw. Seriously? She doesn't do it very often. Church starts at 10:45.....it's not like you have to get up early or anything. I told him when I got back he better be gone. And, he was.
He sent me texts about how he didnt know what he'd done but he was sorry and he was going to quit smoking, and be a family man. I loved that he was trying, but I knew that he was just telling me what I wanted to hear. In the end, that wasn't going to help us. I'm tired of him feeling "trapped". I asked him what he meant by that, and he said it was mainly the house ownership. I get that, that owning a house can be scary. And we bought a "vintage" house, so it's got some updating to do. Looking back, we rushed into buying this house because i was super pregnant and we wanted to get settled. I love my neighborhood, but maybe this house wasnt the right one. Regardless, we're here now and we've got to make it work!
Anyway, I just kept telling him to think long and hard about what he wants. I'm not moving anytime soon. I want my kids to get some roots and feel settled, I want to be settled. If he can't handle the American Dream of house ownership and raising a family, then I don't want him to do it. I genuinely want him to be happy, and more so....I want me to be happy and our kids to be happy and well-adjusted. We can't be happy if he's always bellowing and griping about how he hates it here with us. I tried to make that point to Hubs, but instead he told me "I know where this is going, I'll leave"
Sigh. I don't know what to say that I haven't said already. I just don't know anymore. I love him and always will but I want all of us to be happy. I'm happy here, why can't he be?
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
stressed.
Ok, I am stressed.
I've tried hard to keep up a good front the last few weeks. I've tried to be optimistic about the treatment Hubs is getting at the VA. I spun it into a good thing.....How with him being gone for 6 weeks I will have peace and quiet and be able to run the ship my way.
It's starting to get to me. It just seems like there's always something. When he's home I feel like we spend a good majority of the time doing nothing in particular. No commitments, we just go with the flow. Well, since he's been gone, I feel like all I've done is run here and run there and put out one fire after another. It's not that it's been hard....it's just been never-ending.
The last few days have been especially stressful. Our daughter started soccer, which I love, but that means taking her to practice and a game 2x a week. It's been cold and overcast the last two times, and it wouldn't be a big deal, but without Hubs, I have to take the baby and it's freezing out. Today it's supposed to be rainy and the high is only supposed to be 40 degrees, so I am secretly hoping that her practice gets canceled.
There was also the bunny situation. Having to coordinate having someone come over and watch the kids so I could take her to the humane society wasn't a big deal, but ever since our daughter has been crying for her rabbit back. The rabbit she never paid any attention to she now wants back. That's not happening, but listening to her cry and whine about it is taxing.
She also had another episode of wetting the bed and the baby boy is teething. Yesterday he had massive diahrea. I hope it's teething anyway, and not the flu. And now this morning, the bathtub faucet broke.
It is small stuff, but it's adding up. Plus, I don't feel like Hubs is supporting me at all. When he was home this past weekend, I told him I really wanted to talk to him on the phone while he's gone. He told me he's tired at the end of the day but dammit, so am I!! I thought after our conversation that the communication would be better. Instead, I've heard nothing since he left except a text Monday to tell me he didn't want to come home this weekend but he wanted me to schlep the kids down there so we could do something close by down there.
I'm doing the best I can, but damn, this shit's getting old. All I want to do is crawl into bed and pull the covers over my head and not have to deal with the world. But, I can't do that. My kids rely on me and my dog and cat would kill each other without my supervision.
But really, this sucks.
I've tried hard to keep up a good front the last few weeks. I've tried to be optimistic about the treatment Hubs is getting at the VA. I spun it into a good thing.....How with him being gone for 6 weeks I will have peace and quiet and be able to run the ship my way.
It's starting to get to me. It just seems like there's always something. When he's home I feel like we spend a good majority of the time doing nothing in particular. No commitments, we just go with the flow. Well, since he's been gone, I feel like all I've done is run here and run there and put out one fire after another. It's not that it's been hard....it's just been never-ending.
The last few days have been especially stressful. Our daughter started soccer, which I love, but that means taking her to practice and a game 2x a week. It's been cold and overcast the last two times, and it wouldn't be a big deal, but without Hubs, I have to take the baby and it's freezing out. Today it's supposed to be rainy and the high is only supposed to be 40 degrees, so I am secretly hoping that her practice gets canceled.
There was also the bunny situation. Having to coordinate having someone come over and watch the kids so I could take her to the humane society wasn't a big deal, but ever since our daughter has been crying for her rabbit back. The rabbit she never paid any attention to she now wants back. That's not happening, but listening to her cry and whine about it is taxing.
She also had another episode of wetting the bed and the baby boy is teething. Yesterday he had massive diahrea. I hope it's teething anyway, and not the flu. And now this morning, the bathtub faucet broke.
It is small stuff, but it's adding up. Plus, I don't feel like Hubs is supporting me at all. When he was home this past weekend, I told him I really wanted to talk to him on the phone while he's gone. He told me he's tired at the end of the day but dammit, so am I!! I thought after our conversation that the communication would be better. Instead, I've heard nothing since he left except a text Monday to tell me he didn't want to come home this weekend but he wanted me to schlep the kids down there so we could do something close by down there.
I'm doing the best I can, but damn, this shit's getting old. All I want to do is crawl into bed and pull the covers over my head and not have to deal with the world. But, I can't do that. My kids rely on me and my dog and cat would kill each other without my supervision.
But really, this sucks.
This week is kinda sucking, gotta say
I'm so over this week and it's only halfway through.
It started off okay until yesterday. I got the daughter up 15 minutes early and guess what? She missed the freaking bus. I was so mad, livid is a good word to use to describe how pissed off I was. I think it was the fact that I got her up EARLY and she still piddled around. I kept telling her to hurry up and counting down til the bus came. We were so close. All she had to do was slide on her shoes and run out the front door and she would have made it. Unfortunately, she did not put her shoes away the night before and I hadn't been home at the time to look where she had thrown them. So, as a result, an extra minute was spent hunting up shoes. I found a pair of black mary janes in the kitchen and tossed them at her telling her to hurry. Just then, I heard the distinctive roar of the engine coming up the hill. Too late.
To say she got an earful is an understatement.
Then, this morning I again got her up 15 minutes early. She takes a shower in the am because otherwise her hair is crazy and she wants to be Ms. Independent and brush it herself. If she does that she often goes to school looking like a lost child with bushy hair. Anyway, got her up, went in to start the shower. Realized then that the little screw that makes it go from coming out the spout to coming out the shower head had broken. This wasted precious minutes. Finally after trying with no luck for about 5 minutes she went and took a shower in the other bathroom.
She still barely made it on the bus. I got her out there at 7:47 and the bus comes at 7:50. I shut the door behind her and breathed a sigh of relief until I heard her at the door. "Mom, where's my gloves? My hands are cold"
Shit. she usually has a pair in her backpack but she must have chucked those somewhere too. I opened the door and threw her thicker coat at her with pockets (she was wearing a rain coat because it's supposed to rain all day).
"RUUUUUNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!" I bellowed at her, and just then the bus made the corner. She took off and BARELY made it.
I need a drink, and i'm not even a drinker.
It started off okay until yesterday. I got the daughter up 15 minutes early and guess what? She missed the freaking bus. I was so mad, livid is a good word to use to describe how pissed off I was. I think it was the fact that I got her up EARLY and she still piddled around. I kept telling her to hurry up and counting down til the bus came. We were so close. All she had to do was slide on her shoes and run out the front door and she would have made it. Unfortunately, she did not put her shoes away the night before and I hadn't been home at the time to look where she had thrown them. So, as a result, an extra minute was spent hunting up shoes. I found a pair of black mary janes in the kitchen and tossed them at her telling her to hurry. Just then, I heard the distinctive roar of the engine coming up the hill. Too late.
To say she got an earful is an understatement.
Then, this morning I again got her up 15 minutes early. She takes a shower in the am because otherwise her hair is crazy and she wants to be Ms. Independent and brush it herself. If she does that she often goes to school looking like a lost child with bushy hair. Anyway, got her up, went in to start the shower. Realized then that the little screw that makes it go from coming out the spout to coming out the shower head had broken. This wasted precious minutes. Finally after trying with no luck for about 5 minutes she went and took a shower in the other bathroom.
She still barely made it on the bus. I got her out there at 7:47 and the bus comes at 7:50. I shut the door behind her and breathed a sigh of relief until I heard her at the door. "Mom, where's my gloves? My hands are cold"
Shit. she usually has a pair in her backpack but she must have chucked those somewhere too. I opened the door and threw her thicker coat at her with pockets (she was wearing a rain coat because it's supposed to rain all day).
"RUUUUUNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!" I bellowed at her, and just then the bus made the corner. She took off and BARELY made it.
I need a drink, and i'm not even a drinker.
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Missed it
It's happened. She missed the bus. Missed it on the day I got her up 15 minutes EARLY!
AAARRRRGHHH!!
AAARRRRGHHH!!
Monday, April 23, 2012
Just call me Beluga
I am now almost 7 months postpartum. Last night I was down in the basement doing laundry and saw the scale down there in the corner. I made the mistake of getting on the darn thing.
WHAT? Still 10 pounds heavier than I was before I got pregnant. I know that this is not a huge deal, but I was annoyed. I've kept 10 pounds from each pregnancy I've had so I'm 20 pounds heavier than I used to be. I know, boo hoo to you. I'm not saying I'm fat, but I had thought I was looking okay. I definitely thought my weight was gone, just redistributed.
Then this morning I grabbed a pair of jeans that I've worn several times since having my baby. The ugly truth set in.....I could hardly get the snap done. I did manage to lock it into place and when I stood looking in my full length mirror I shuddered. I had muffin top.
Muffin Top: taken from Urban dictionary.com:
When a woman wears a pair of tight jeans that makes her flab spill out over the waistband, just like the top of a muffin sits over the edge of the paper case.
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Crap, crap, crap. It really upset me.
I can't complain to my family. I'm what you'd call "petite" or "small framed". Okay, so I'm delicate. That does not mean I can't have some fat on me. My sister struggles with her weight and if I even so much mention that I'd like to firm up or tone up, she gets defensive and yells at me because "you're so small". Look, clothes can hide a lot. That's all I'm saying.
Even now, I'm sitting here at the desk with my button undone on the jeans because it was digging into my post c-section pooch.
Enough is enough. I went to Walmart with el nino to get some stuff. We all know I'm a die-hard Pepsi drinker. I got lemonade mix instead to drink. Okay, i did end up getting Pepsi too. I figured I'd wean myself off. I only have 2 a day, but now i'm going for one a day. Baby steps, baby steps.
My friend from high school also is a coach on Team Beachbody. She's been looking for a new fitness group and I think I'm going to take the plunge and try it. Maybe with someone checking in on me, I'll be more faithful to exercise routines.
Crap, I just realized that the lemonade mix calls for sugar to be added. That's not going to be helpful is it? Maybe I should just stick with Pepsi. Wow.....Something tells me this new dedication to fitness may not last long!
Paging Jimmy Buffett
I came to the realization the other night that I'm a bit of a fuddy-duddy.
When the hell did this happen? I've always been a bit reserved and shy....it's just my personality. However, I did like to have a good time and I think I was fun to be around.
The other night I was driving home in my new car and realized my husband had left it on Sirius radio. The station was Margaritaville. I started singing along with the song and soon the moonroof came up and I was flat out jamming. All too soon, I was home and I hurried and got inside the house to take over the parenting duties before Hubs got stressed.
I started thinking.....I need more Jimmy Buffett -Margaritaville moments in my life. Life is serious too often and Lord knows, I've got a lot on my plate. But I need to remember to embrace my inner Jimmy and learn to kick back, put my feet up and remember to smell the coconut rum.
When the hell did this happen? I've always been a bit reserved and shy....it's just my personality. However, I did like to have a good time and I think I was fun to be around.
The other night I was driving home in my new car and realized my husband had left it on Sirius radio. The station was Margaritaville. I started singing along with the song and soon the moonroof came up and I was flat out jamming. All too soon, I was home and I hurried and got inside the house to take over the parenting duties before Hubs got stressed.
I started thinking.....I need more Jimmy Buffett -Margaritaville moments in my life. Life is serious too often and Lord knows, I've got a lot on my plate. But I need to remember to embrace my inner Jimmy and learn to kick back, put my feet up and remember to smell the coconut rum.
I'm not sure how I'm going to do this because I tend to be very serious. I am the one that's in charge of the kids, making sure everyone gets to where they need to be at the right time. I'm the driver, the cook, the maid, the executive, the therapist, the repairman, the doctor, all rolled into one. It's overwhelming sometimes. However, this is going to be my new goal.
If anyone has any ideas or anything that helps them rewind and de-stress, please leave a comment!
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