What I should be doing at the moment is not blogging. Not that I'm wasting time blogging, I had a very productive day thus far, you see.
I got dressed, brushed my teeth, dressed the kids, tended to a recovering-from-illness daughter, broke up a few sibling scraps, tidied the dining room table, tidied the kitchen, picked up a few toys, planned supper, worked all morning, did three loads of laundry, folded two loads, re-organised the kids' play room (read: my office/play room), had two long and important business-related calls, breastfed a toddler a few times, ate a couple pieces of my daughter's California rolls, made a second pot of coffee, returned 14 emails, checked my favourite web boards and Facebook, tweeted a few times, but what I should be doing right now is
peeing
because after all that I can't remember if I've gone all day and after 1L of water and a pot and a half of coffee, I seriously need to pee.
June 23, 2011
June 13, 2011
Did you just call me 40% FAT?
Ok, so I knew I needed to get in shape, and I realise that I'm not just out of shape but also rather overweight, but the info I got from GoodLife this weekend was shocking.
I've started a campaign to get fitter - I can't lie and say my kids are the reason I'm overweight, but I sure did let myself gain weight after having them. And I want the old me back. I want to run around with them, ride bikes and go for long walks. I want to be a good influence on their lives. We eat well, we focus on healthy habits, and I wanted to extend that to my physical appearance too.
And I want to look hot in a bathing suit. I won't lie. Though I respect and appreciate (and blah blah blah) all that my Mom Body has done for me, I want it back. I've spent the better part of the last 5.5 years pregnant/breastfeeding and now that my last baby is 18 months old, it's time for me to take back control of the body I loaned out for awhile.
So I started Tweeting about it. I hashtagged it #twitterfit and people started getting excited about their own journey as well as mine. I decided that sure, I can definitely take everyday steps at home (walking more, eating well, etc) but I wanted the discipline of joining a gym. A brand new GoodLife opened near me and since it's a 24hr joint, it means no "no time" excuses.
GoodLife graciously extended a 3 month membership to me, and I joined the other day.
The first step is having a fitness evaluation which serves a dual purpose:
1. It gives you a full picture of where you stand from a health/fitness perspective, and
2. It allows them to show you the benefits of (and pressure you into hiring) a personal trainer.
I'll address in more detail those two points later, but let me give you this tidbit:
I am 39.6% bodyfat.
FAT.
Almost 40% of my body's entire weight is fat.
This is shocking to me. And it has to change.
This is the first step in a long journey.
I've started a campaign to get fitter - I can't lie and say my kids are the reason I'm overweight, but I sure did let myself gain weight after having them. And I want the old me back. I want to run around with them, ride bikes and go for long walks. I want to be a good influence on their lives. We eat well, we focus on healthy habits, and I wanted to extend that to my physical appearance too.
And I want to look hot in a bathing suit. I won't lie. Though I respect and appreciate (and blah blah blah) all that my Mom Body has done for me, I want it back. I've spent the better part of the last 5.5 years pregnant/breastfeeding and now that my last baby is 18 months old, it's time for me to take back control of the body I loaned out for awhile.
So I started Tweeting about it. I hashtagged it #twitterfit and people started getting excited about their own journey as well as mine. I decided that sure, I can definitely take everyday steps at home (walking more, eating well, etc) but I wanted the discipline of joining a gym. A brand new GoodLife opened near me and since it's a 24hr joint, it means no "no time" excuses.
GoodLife graciously extended a 3 month membership to me, and I joined the other day.
The first step is having a fitness evaluation which serves a dual purpose:
1. It gives you a full picture of where you stand from a health/fitness perspective, and
2. It allows them to show you the benefits of (and pressure you into hiring) a personal trainer.
I'll address in more detail those two points later, but let me give you this tidbit:
I am 39.6% bodyfat.
FAT.
Almost 40% of my body's entire weight is fat.
This is shocking to me. And it has to change.
This is the first step in a long journey.
June 7, 2011
Who takes care of Mommy?
I'm a preparation junkie - I've got day trips (and road trips, for that matter) down to a science. I know just what to pack to ensure everyone is happy. Safe snacks for the allergy-riddled 18-month-old, fun activities for the 4.5-year-old, sunblock, towels, bandaids, whatever. You name it, I think of it. They're always taken care of. I make sure my husband has food for work lunches, that he takes his vitamins, and gets his hair cut regularly. I do the laundry, clean the house, buy the kids' wardrobes, grocery shop, take care of the (stupid) cat. When someone is sick, I care for them. When someone is not sick, I do my best to protect them from getting sick.
I give away a lot. Clothes and toys the kids grow out of, products from my company, time... I'm a helper. I give of myself constantly because, well, it sure feels good to give.
If I had to define my life in a sentence I'd say, "My life is about helping others."
It dawned on me this week that I have not a single item of summer clothing for everyday wear. I have one summer dress. I own one (ONE!) pair of shoes. I have no jeans without tears in the knees. And thanks to a fun day at the park yesterday, I DO have a really bad sunburn (but the kids? no, they're fine, because I took care of them and put sunblock on them).
I get poor sleep, I neglect myself to make others happy, and I choose to spend money on the kids before myself even though I'm pretty sure no 4.5-year-old really needs 13 sundresses and 8 pairs of shoes.
Who takes care of Mommy?
Nobody, that's who.
Mommy needs to start taking care of herself.
Starting today.
I give away a lot. Clothes and toys the kids grow out of, products from my company, time... I'm a helper. I give of myself constantly because, well, it sure feels good to give.
If I had to define my life in a sentence I'd say, "My life is about helping others."
It dawned on me this week that I have not a single item of summer clothing for everyday wear. I have one summer dress. I own one (ONE!) pair of shoes. I have no jeans without tears in the knees. And thanks to a fun day at the park yesterday, I DO have a really bad sunburn (but the kids? no, they're fine, because I took care of them and put sunblock on them).
I get poor sleep, I neglect myself to make others happy, and I choose to spend money on the kids before myself even though I'm pretty sure no 4.5-year-old really needs 13 sundresses and 8 pairs of shoes.
Who takes care of Mommy?
Nobody, that's who.
Mommy needs to start taking care of herself.
Starting today.
June 1, 2011
I don't know about you
...but when a day has more than two of the following, I think I deserve liquor:
1. a diaper blowout so epic that toys are involved and a carpet cleaner may be rented
2. a migraine hangover - as if it's not bad enough to suffer through the actual migraine, you get to have a special reminder of it a day later by feeling fuzzy-headed and dead tired
3. a toddler with an infected splinter in his foot who screams so violently during the removal that he breaks capillaries all around his face, over his nose and between his eyebrows
4. a 4.5 year old who has no vocal "off" button
And when it's had all four items, what then?
WHAT THEN?
1. a diaper blowout so epic that toys are involved and a carpet cleaner may be rented
2. a migraine hangover - as if it's not bad enough to suffer through the actual migraine, you get to have a special reminder of it a day later by feeling fuzzy-headed and dead tired
3. a toddler with an infected splinter in his foot who screams so violently during the removal that he breaks capillaries all around his face, over his nose and between his eyebrows
4. a 4.5 year old who has no vocal "off" button
And when it's had all four items, what then?
WHAT THEN?
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