Mamavation Monday 3

This week I didn’t do so hot with diet and exercise. I hardly exercised Friday-Sunday and I did a fair amount of stress eating. I tried to stress eat healthy things, but munching on celery just doesn’t have the same stress fighting power as chocolate.

I keep gaining and losing the same 5 lbs. I’d LOVE to lose more than the 5 lbs and I’m glad I don’t gain more than the 5lbs. I’m glad to be maintaining instead of gaining. And I think my scale might be a little fickle. It might be time to invest in a new one.

All stress eating happened this weekend while Hubster was in the hospital after surgery. I’d like to think that a hospital of all places would have some healthier meal options in the cafeteria, but no such luck. I did manage to eat breakfast each day we were at University of Michigan…but it’s wasn’t the healthiest of things, but I could have done A LOT worse with the options I had. The doughnuts were SCREAMING my name, but I managed to resist. Woohoo!

I’m over the moon that my in-laws were able and willing to come for the surgery, but that meant constant eating out. Thursday night when we made it to Ann Arbor, we went to dinner at a Chinese buffet. (Insert ohhhhhhh sh*t here.) Due to the crappy weather, the buffet was closed, so we ordered from the menu. I switched brown rice for the white rice. The portion sizes were beyond huge so I took 80+% back with me. (Which fed Hubster and myself 2 meals each when we came back home!) I didn’t do so horrible the rest of the weekend, but I’m sure I could have done things differently. Hey, live and learn!

On the upside, my mom got a new treadmill. That means old Nordic Track was unearthed and now has a new home in our basement. Woohoo! I didn’t get a chance to break it in yet with taking care of the patient and all, but I can’t wait! I DID talk to Hubster and asked him to annoy me about using it. He had no problem saying yes to that request!

My weight remains basically the same. I’m okay with that. I’m taking steps to be healthy and that’s what matters. The numbers on the scale will change soon enough. I’m continuing to make better choices about what and how much I put in my mouth and I’m making an effort to exercise-more, better, longer. Soon enough, I won’t even have to think about it, it will just be second nature!

I hope you’re all having an excellent Monday. A bit of an oxymoron, I know, but never underestimate the power of positive thinking! 🙂

Surgery Update

We made it to Ann Arbor safe and sound.

I didn’t get car sick. (Woooooohooooo! Throwing up in a blizzard on the side of the highway is NOT my idea of a fun Thursday night.)

I actually slept a few hours.

I didn’t cry when Hubster went into the operating room. Total miracle.

I was insanely glad the in-laws were there.

Not only were they incredibly supportive, but the three of us had some really good conversations. It was a really good bonding experience for the three of us.

Surgery went very VERY well.

Hubster is feeling pretty good. (I’m not sure if that’s the pain meds, or if he’s really feeling okay…but I’ll take it either way!)

All in all, it was a great weekend. It went better than I could have dreamed!

Oh Dear…

How many calories are there in a Xanax? I think I need to start taking them now.

Hubster is having surgery.

Tomorrow.

This isn’t his first rodeo, but it is mine.

I got a little nervous at the pre-op physical Tuesday, but it passed.

Then I got the phone call today.

The one telling me when to be where and what time surgery was.

Ann Arbor is 2-ish hours away on a good day.

 We’re getting more than a little snow today.

And tomorrow.

We have to be at the hospital at 6.30am.

With the In-Laws. (This will be the first time I’ve seen either one of them since we had An Issue.)

Oy Vey.

This will could get interesting.

RECIPE FOR POTENTIAL DISASTER

Up at the ass crack of dawn.

 Add craptastic weather.

 Mix in a  nervous Nelly of a  wife.

 Stir in the in-laws.

 Simmer for 16 hours.

 Season to flavor with Xanax.

ENJOY!

Wordless Wednesday

I Love My Husband…

I love my husband. Truly. Madly. Deeply.

But would it kill the man would it kill him to pick up a dish?

Or get a new one when he eats something different. Or once a day. Heck, I’d settle for once a week! Multiple uses for multiple meals for multiple days is a wee bit icky. It may gross me out, but the same plate next to His Chair is just ‘easy access’.

We don’t exchange birthday or Christmas presents. I’m totally okay with that. ALL I WANT ANY/ALL HOLIDAY is for Hubster to him to help put groceries away. The amazing 10/$4 yogurt deal isn’t going to be so amazing when we pay $4 for 10 deliscious and nutritious spoiled yogurt when they sit on the kitchen table.

I cringe appreciate when he lets me know laundry needs to be switched from washer to dryer. Would it kill him to do it? ALL HE HAS TO DO IS PUSH START!

I love my husband. He’s AMAZING.

His hugs are to die for.

In the year and a half we’ve been married, I’ve emptied the dish washer ONCE! He’s good like that. 🙂

He gets my side of the bed all warm before I come to bed. He knows I DESPISE  cold sheets.

Hubster is amazingly wonderful and I wouldn’t change being married to him for ANYTHING,  but I’m your wife not your mom. Let’s get it together here!

Love,

Your Incredibly Lucky Wife.

Dear Monday

Dear Monday,

You’re the first day of the work week. You and I don’t usually get along. I’m usually grumpy, I don’t want to get up and the 12 hours at work seem to drag by oh so slowly with you.

 Today a miracle happened.

I didn’t want to get out of bed, but I sucked it up when Hubster gently kissed me on the forehead and told me it was time to get up and actually got out of bed.

Then I drive to work. You were unusually good to me today and I managed to hit every single light green! Thank you! Because you were so uncharacteristically wonderful to me, I had time to get some coffee. Wonder, delicious, amazing smelling coffee coursed through my veins and sent a shock to my brain and eyelids. It was glorious!

And Monday, every time I looked at the clock today I was pleasantly surprised at what time it was. These 12 hours have FLOWN  and here I sit with a mere 45 minutes between myself and sweet, sweet freedom- time with Hubster, the televised Notre Dame basketball game and a Skype date with 5 of my favorite people.

Monday, thank you for being so good to me this week. I very much appreciate it.

Until we meet again next week,

Laura

A glimpse into my small world.

It’s just occurred to me that there really isn’t a whole lot about me in this blog? I used to have a whole lot of background information and a lot more posts on a now deleted blog.

Hmmm. How to remedy this…

I’ve decided to write  posts with a picture or two and the story behind it!

 This is Brian, aka Hubster. This picture was taken on his birthday/Christmas Day three Christmases (Christmasi?) ago. It was part of our impromptu engagement picture session. I was NOT prepared. Make-up is not done. Hair is running curly. But I’ve got the love of my life by my side, so I’m quite okay with it. So was Hubster. When I started talking about a WEDDING DIET (dun dun duuuuuuuun) the day after he proposed. He asked for the ring back. He loved me the way I was and didn’t want me to change at all. *Insert collective awwwwww here*

  This is from July 11, 2009…our wedding day. Seven months TO THE DAY from when he proposed. The proposal is a pretty funny story, I’ll have to blog it out one of these days.

The photographer said to make faces for how we felt. THIS is what he comes up with?! In his defense, I think he’s being blinded by my extreme paleness. He thinks it’s funny to call me Casper. As in Casper the friendly ghost. Jerk. 🙂

This is also from our wedding day. (Duh, as if the tux, church, flowers and dresses didn’t give it away. )

 Here is B walking The Moms down to light the candles that he and I will use to light the unity candle. His mom, Margrit, is on the left. My mom, Becky, is on the right.

 With this ring…that slides right on YOUR finger.

Mine had issues.

                                         

  You may now kiss your bride! Yes, this kiss was church appropriate. I refused to ‘make out’ with my husband in front of family. PDA freaks me out!

  There are no words on earth to describe this feeling. Planning a wedding is A LOT of work. This feeling makes it all totally worth it.

No matter what’s going on, B always finds a way to make me laugh. I am the luckiest person on earth to get to spend the rest of my life with him!

Mamavation Monday: Week 2, part deux

I had my Mamavation post all written and set for automatic post a few days ago. I linked it up not really paying attention to what it said. I just read it.

Wow, I was having a bit of a moment.

I still feel discouraged, but I’m giving myself a kick in the (flat and flabby, yes it does happen, but getting toned.) butt.  

I may have only lost 2 lbs in the entire time I’ve been working on losing weight  past two-ish weeks, but I haven’t GAINED any either.

The scale number may not be moving (It’s broken, I swear!) but my clothes are fitting better and differently.

I’ve made positive changes toward a healthier me.

– I’ve started drinking tons more water.

– I’ve cut down on the crap-tastic snacking.

-I’ve realized when I’m emotionally eating my feelings instead of dealing with them.

-I’ve made a serious effort to work out. Even when it’s the last thing I want to do.

My goal this week is to keep being positive. To keep making healthy decisions. In order to do that, there are a few things I have to get off my (well endowed and THE last place I lose poundage), chest. (Doggone genetics!)

 Screw you, Mr. Scale! I don’t really care what you have to say. I’m an independent woman and obsessively listening to what you have to say isn’t doing me any favors. So, we’re only going to talk once a week. If you’re going to talk smack, I’m going to stop listening.

And as for you Miss Emotional Eating! We’re going to be fighting A LOT this week. Hubster’s pre-op appointment and testing are tomorrow and surgery is happening Friday.  This is our first surgery. We’re nervous and we’re scared. And we’ll be spending time with the MIL while nervous and scared. (Wow, talk about a triple threat!) But we will make it through the surgery. No amount of chocolate, or vending machine snacking is going to make it any easier or go any faster. We’ll take baby steps…HEALTHY snacks and gum. Well the gum is for Mr. I’m-Stressing-And-A-Cigarette-Sounds-Amazing because he’ll be calling, but I’m just going to ignore his call.

I CAN do this. I WILL do this. I AM going to make this happen. Surgery, MILs, pity parties, sneak snack attacks, emotional eating and stubborn scales be damned!

Mamavation Monday

I’m getting discouraged. Seriously discouraged.

PCOS with insulin resistance aren’t making this any easier. Granted, I was diagnosed not all that long ago, but I thought that after two months I would be seeing SOME changes.

I seem to have hit a plateau with my weight loss. After a whopping 2 lbs. TOTAL

I not convinced that the meds I’m on are working.

– I have yet to have a period since starting the medication.

-I’m still having lots of issues with side effects. Let’s just say it’s not pretty.

-Weight loss is still incredibly hard, despite changes in diet and exercising.

Sigh, I knew this wasn’t going to be easy, but I really didn’t think it would be this freaking hard.

I DO have an appointment with the doctor  in early February. If there aren’t some improvements by then, I think it’s time to have a Come to Jesus talk about what my options are.

I keep hoping that something will change. That somehow all the pieces will magically come together and I’ll figure out what the picture is supposed to look like.

If we have kids.

If diet and exercise are going to eventually pay off.

If my parents are still together, or if we’re all existing in Limbo.

I really wish God had a facebook, email, phone number, twitter, texting… SOMETHING!

Patience is a virtue…that I don’t have

Patience. (pey-shuh ns)

–noun

1. the quality of being patient, as the bearing of provocation, annoyance, misfortune, or pain, without complaint, loss of temper, irritation, or the like.

2. an ability or willingness to suppress restlessness or annoyance when confronted with delay: to have patience with a slow learner.

3. quiet, steady perseverance; even-tempered care; diligence: to work with patience.

Yep, check. I don’t have ANY of those definitions of patience.

Hubster, Abbey (I’m the oldest of 4 daughters. Melissa is 21, Abbey is 18 and Hannah is 15) and I had breakfast at my dad’s current place of residence. It was awkward. I didn’t know what to do/say/feel/think. And I HATE that.

 I don’t have patience for the Her Side v. His side of this separation. I’m on MY side. I will always be a part of that family, but now I have a family of my own I need to think about and take care of. And this whole thing is messing with my relationships with each of my sisters. That I DO NOT like at all. No matter what, my parents are always going to be my parents and no divorce or separation is going to change that, but it is changing how I communicate and how often I communicate with them.

I don’t have patience for the unknown. Neither one of my parents have been 100%  in the right, or wrong, in this whole thing, but I’m sick of it messing with my relationships with every single person. I’d like to be able to see in the future and know how things are going to work out so I can take steps to cultivate my relationships toward that outcome.

Seriously, there needs to be a book for this. The Oldest, Married, Adult Child’s Guide to Separation, Divorce, Family and Spouse Communication. If I don’t learn some patience soon, I’m going to end up a patient…!