These weaning hormones are no joke, guys.
When I wrote earlier this week about the end of nursing Arlo, I thought we'd had a few more weeks left, but I think I knew deep down that it would be less than that. We've only nursed once since that post, and the entire time was pretty unpleasant for both of us.
Now I feel like I just got hit with the PPD train, again. Ugh. Exhausted, irritable, crampy. Everything feels like it's too much. Everything is harder than it should be -- the dishes, playing with Arlo, even just getting out of bed today. I know it's normal, but it's really not very fun for anyone and I don't think Shea really gets it. I can't even explain it well, so of course he doesn't.
I pulled myself out of bed this morning feeling hungover, despite just one drink last night. I made it to the gym and realized I had a very unhappy tummy. After a lackluster workout I sat in the sauna for a half hour and came out feeling slightly more human and so far, it's stuck. It's been a tough few days in out house.
Here's hoping I can pull myself out of it to enjoy this sunny fall weather and some time with my boys today.
Saturday, October 6, 2012
14 months and change
You walk. You've even mastered running, but it's really more of a trot.
You're still tall, you're still heavy. If someone had told me a year ago you'd be in the 85% for weight I would have laughed in their face. But my little boy, you are heavy.
You're independent, you want to do it yourself. You want to do it all.
8 whole teeth in that little mouth of yours.
You love shoes, especially your brown H&M 'chucks'. You play with the velcro over and over in the carseat and mimic the noise it makes after every riiiiiiiiiip!
You have words. Mama, Dada, cookie, cracker, Tycho, doggie, more, puppy, kitty, all done and my least favorite, "NOH!"
You eat, voraciously. You can put down 1/4 pound of pasta and eat cherry tomatos like they're going out of style. You sign more over and over again in your chair and when the door opens to your room each morning you enthusiastically sign eat! eat!
You flirt. You love smaller babies. You love your dog, patting him in the couch until he says enough and attacks you with kisses. You're sweet, and you only really snuggle for a few minutes before bed. When I fill your bottle with water for a nap, you enthusiastically run to your crib and point to the animal print on the wall so we can say goodnight to the animals.
You're a toddler, tantrums at all. You're slowing it all down, showing me the world from 33 inches tall.
You are my greatest adventure.
Friday, October 5, 2012
Achievement unlocked
I've written about my weight loss before, on here. It's been a lifetime struggle, exaggerated by the weight I'm still holding onto from Arlo. That's right... I'm not even at my pre-pregnancy weight, 14 months later. And my pre-Rory weight? Forget about it.
It's not like I've lost much. In fact, the loss has been so slow it's barely worth showing my graph. We're talking about 13 pounds in 14 months, guys. But, it's progress, and I'll take it. I'm confident my body fat % has dropped a lot more than that 14 pounds, though. I've finally hit my goal of being under 200 pounds, weighing in today at 199.8. Progress, slow but steady.
After all these months, all that sweat, the tears, every other emotion possible, I'm finally seeing results. It's exciting and terrifying and I just want to eat a cupcake. As you can see above, I have a tendency to take a few steps back when I see progress, and it's taking everything I've got to keep it in check.
::takes deep breath::
So, what's working for me? A combination of things. I'm eating paleo, counting my calories -- about 1500 calories a day. I'm working out almost every day, doing the C25k again. My gym workouts are usually some form of the 30DS or sets of push-ups and sit-ups. I've also been rowing 1000 meters at a time, and my hands have the blisters to show it. I've also been dabbling in Intermittent Fasting which you can read about here. The biggest contribution in the last few weeks has been weaning. We're pretty much officially weaned at this point, and I'm sure the dramatic slip in production the last month or so has really helped ramp up my weight loss.
For now, my next goal is another 10 pounds, or 189.9 by Thanksgiving. Any larger of a goal than that and I get scared, get frustrated, get overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of weight I want to lose and it becomes easy to say, "Screw this," and make poor choices. So for now, I'll focus on the fit of my jeans (slipped on some 14s last night that fit perfectly), the quality of my food and the effort of my workouts. I'll try to remember that I'm not my number, and that it's about overall health, not what my scale reads in the morning.
I want to give a shout out to the women who inspire me every day. All of them mothers, like myself, and all of them working hard towards their goals and keeping their head up. I love reading your blogs, and you keep me going when the going is rough. Thanks girls!
It's not like I've lost much. In fact, the loss has been so slow it's barely worth showing my graph. We're talking about 13 pounds in 14 months, guys. But, it's progress, and I'll take it. I'm confident my body fat % has dropped a lot more than that 14 pounds, though. I've finally hit my goal of being under 200 pounds, weighing in today at 199.8. Progress, slow but steady.
After all these months, all that sweat, the tears, every other emotion possible, I'm finally seeing results. It's exciting and terrifying and I just want to eat a cupcake. As you can see above, I have a tendency to take a few steps back when I see progress, and it's taking everything I've got to keep it in check.
::takes deep breath::
So, what's working for me? A combination of things. I'm eating paleo, counting my calories -- about 1500 calories a day. I'm working out almost every day, doing the C25k again. My gym workouts are usually some form of the 30DS or sets of push-ups and sit-ups. I've also been rowing 1000 meters at a time, and my hands have the blisters to show it. I've also been dabbling in Intermittent Fasting which you can read about here. The biggest contribution in the last few weeks has been weaning. We're pretty much officially weaned at this point, and I'm sure the dramatic slip in production the last month or so has really helped ramp up my weight loss.
For now, my next goal is another 10 pounds, or 189.9 by Thanksgiving. Any larger of a goal than that and I get scared, get frustrated, get overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of weight I want to lose and it becomes easy to say, "Screw this," and make poor choices. So for now, I'll focus on the fit of my jeans (slipped on some 14s last night that fit perfectly), the quality of my food and the effort of my workouts. I'll try to remember that I'm not my number, and that it's about overall health, not what my scale reads in the morning.
I want to give a shout out to the women who inspire me every day. All of them mothers, like myself, and all of them working hard towards their goals and keeping their head up. I love reading your blogs, and you keep me going when the going is rough. Thanks girls!
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