Archive for June, 2009

Dare I?

Dare I publicly admit that I’m about to start dieting?  Again?  There are times when I consider that secret dieting is best.  I don’t need people analyzing everything that goes in my mouth, do I?

But, in the name of commiseration and honesty, I decided to get out there with it.  This way I can whine when I’m hungry and brag when I lose weight.  This excites you, I’m sure.

I will say this: like many people, I dislike the word “diet”.  The connotation is so temporary.  And we all know that keeping weight off is the hard part.  Therefore, my first order of business has been to become a runner.  And I am!!  Every week, I have another small breakthrough in my endurance.  I’m up to 2 non-stop miles, which is pretty huge for me.  However, my theory that surely I can out-run whatever I eat is not proving successful.  I am still not losing weight.  I’ve even gained some!!  I know, muscle weighs more than fat, blahblahblah-tell it to my jeans.  So, I have reached my wall.  Something must be changed.  I have always been a fan of the South Beach Diet, and it worked for me many years ago, but frankly, I just need a little more flexibility than it offers.  I have decided join Weight Watchers.  Dumdumduuuuummm.

I like the idea of putting a point value to my food, and being able to pick how I use my food.  I think it will simply bring me back to a place where I have to think about what I eat.  And hopefully, as I become a better running, I can worry less and less about it.

All this to say, I tried to go to a meeting yesterday.  OY.  I’m funny in that I really don’t like when people get all cheery to try to motivate me.  Especially when it doesn’t feel real.  Instead, I feel patronized.  Kelli offered to keep Blake, and I really only had about an hour and a half to get to the meeting, and get back  to get him to bed.  I must have misunderstood when I should be there as a “beginner”, because they keep all their super-dieting-secrets to themselves until after the meeting, you pay up, and go to the “getting started” seminar.   Well, I didn’t have time to stay for all that.  And when I told the leader that I couldn’t stay that long (and that this information should have been more clear online), she seemed pretty annoyed.  She wouldn’t even weigh me (you should weigh people in situations like this. I likely would have simply handed her my credit card)!  I explained that I have a baby and when people have to make childcare arrangements, they deserve to understand what they’re getting into.  She then stated things must have seemed unclear on the website because I’m sleep-deprived.  This offended me.  Even if I am sleep deprived.  Which is none of her business.

So, my options were to a)refuse to join because one person annoyed me b)give Captain Smarty-Pants my sales 101 course, which might help her in the future or c)note her name and be sure I don’t attend a meeting led by her again.  I chose Option C, and will try again tonight.  There was a time in my life when I would have completely flown off the handle at that comment, so I like to consider this progress.  Maybe, since I know you are on the edge of your seat, I will give you a play-by-play  tomorrow.

For now, I’m eating some chocolate ice cream to pad my start weight.  This will make me look even more successful when I lose it.

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Father’s Day!

I am overwhelmed everyday, not just today, to see what an amazing father Stuart is.  From the outside, when you see him, I’m sure you agree that he’s a great dad.  But from where I am, I can see he’s extraordinary.

One of Stu’s God-given gifts is his love for children.  His heart goes out to every child he comes in contact with.  He wants to take care of them all, love them all.  What a man to raise children with!  He inspires me to be more compassionate and to love as Christ does.  His children, no matter what trials we go through with them, will never doubt their daddy’s love.

Stu, I love you!

Happy Father’s Day!

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Farewell, Dear Friend

Every now and then I come across something too good to not pass on.  A guest blogger, so to speak. Without delay, I pass on Summer’s Farewell:

Tonight I packed up and said goodbye to a dear, dear friend. It’s never easy
to end a relationship, but this one was especially difficult.

It started with the decision to clean out my closet – pack away all the
maternity clothes that I no longer need and get organized before going back
to work.  I was sorting through pants when I came across them–my favorite ultra-low cut, hip hugging jeans.  We could hardly contain ourselves-like old friends meeting for coffee and talking a mile a minute…immediately the memories came rushing back—and we smiled at each other about the secrets that we’d never share with anyone else.

I tore off my pj pants and squeezed into MY jeans. Racing into the bathroom, we were giddy like kids on the last day of school…yet there was a tension between us that went beyond the way the buttonhole
was stretched and the zipper was hardly holding together–we were on shaky ground.

Staring in the mirror, we talked about the things that we’d do together now
that we were reunited–but our hearts weren’t in it. I had almost convinced
us both that another 6 weeks of my morning Boot Camp would eliminate the muffin top that was threatening to smother the semi-frayed edges of the waistline. It was at that moment that we both saw it–the baby vomit on the shoulder of my t-shirt. Of course, it was the last straw…my jeans told me that it was over—I had betrayed them for the last time. I begged them for
another chance–promised to get back into shape and not let myself turn into a “before” picture–we’d go away for a weekend on a fun trip, shop for a
sexy camisole–start over!! But my jeans were relentless…”For pete’s sake,
you have Advanced RevitaLift anti-aging night cream on the counter where
your Urban Decay Midnight Cowboy glitter eye shadow used to be,” they
screamed at me. “I don’t even recognize you anymore!”

I cried and asked them not to be so cruel–to give me time. They replied
that time was part of the problem–that more time would only make it worse.  Then they told me that we BOTH knew that this was
inevitable…that while our love ran deep, we’d never been stupid enough to
believe that it would last forever.

The tears started rolling down my cheeks as I remembered the day that we’d met at Nordstrom. We went out together that same night…we chose a killer pair of heels and one of what would be hundreds of sexy little tops that
we’d wear to go out. That first date we danced away the blues from my recent break-up. Who needed a silly boyfriend from college when I was young, skinny, and wearing the best jeans on the planet???

We had so many great years…nights dancing until closing time, mornings
when we’d slide into a comfy pair of flip flops and head for brunch where a
bloody mary cured all! We had weekends in Vegas where we donned indecent shirts to party at the Palms, and we had casual days watching the O’s play baseball at Camden Yards. I remember the day we decided to break up with a particularly handsome guy who just wasn’t the One, so we chose an awesome blue shirt that gave me as much cleavage as a 32B could muster…and we walked to the restaurant to meet him for drinks. I also remember the moment when we decided that we’d have ONE LAST night with this hottie…and I remember the shame of the next day when we regretted it. But we had each other.

Then there was Randy, my husband. We went together to help Randy clean his new house before he moved in…and before Randy and I became a steady item.  Things seemed like they would be perfect forever…even Randy remembers how great the jeans looked as I scrubbed kitchen cabinets.

“But we both saw this coming,” my jeans whispered, “there were signs…”

More and more I began passing over my favorite jeans for a more tailored
look from AT Loft. Or I wanted a comfy pair from the Gap to wear to football
games….there were no more nights stumbling home at 2AM with nothing more than a tube of lipstick and a new phone number stuffed in the pockets.  And then we lost touch completely when I was pregnant with Lucy.  Months passed…and my jeans were alone in the back of my closet. We tried again after Lucy was a few weeks old…but something just wasn’t right. It was like walking into the bedroom where you grew up—you should feel at home, but you just don’t.

Then there was the first time we rode in the Pacifica together. I’ll never
forget the look of utter betrayal as my jeans slid across the seat–”but
it’s heated leather,” I weakly tried to explain. They replied back with
utter disgust, “it’s a hatch back with a third row AND a car seat. Oh, how
the mighty have fallen.”

A second pregnancy and additional inches on my hips have just been too much.  My jeans knew what I wasn’t ready to admit, and I tried to find a way to make it work. Should I keep them as a goal to get back that body we loved a decade ago? Ridiculous.  Should I save them as a keepsake? Insulting.  The only answer is to set them free…donate them to Goodwill where they have a chance of being picked up by some high school grad on her way to years of college parties.

“It’s late, you can spend one last night in the closet if you’d like,” I
said. “No, better to tear off the bandage quickly,” they replied – knowing
that it would only be more difficult in the morning. We embraced, and I
cried and cried as I placed them in the Goodwill bag that is now in my
trunk.

I will never, ever forget you, my friend.

Summer

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The people want a post!!

And by the people, I mean, like, 2 people.  And since I am without inspiration to write something meaningful and life-changing (like I usually do), I’ll make a list.  Lists are easy, quick, and don’t require me organizing my thoughts (bonus!).

Things on the mind of this Independent Domestic Specialist this week:

1. I am planning a rock-star Father’s Day weekend for my husband.  I wish I could tell you all about it but it is top secret and my husband is a faithful reader.

2. He’s been out of town for the first part of the week and I hate it.  Besides that I miss him, my chores are hard (~whines~)!  He’s quite helpful around the house and I’m really not.

3. Does anyone know what this symbol is for: ~  Is it supposed to be “about” like the math term?

4. Above is why I like making lists and being able to randomly tell you what comes to mind.

5.  I think the word “random” is overused.  People love that word.  Especially in their facebook profiles.  It is used much when describing people and photo albums.  Obviously, I think it’s ok when I do it.

6.  I was way behind on grocery shopping and this week had to go to Costco and the grocery store.  There are some things we buy in bulk that I only have to purchase every few months.  This is a month many of those things piled up on me.  Certain medications, paper towels, toilet paper, diapers, wipes,  etc. If it doesn’t go bad, I buy it in bulk.  It feels very expensive, and the savings really don’t show unless you’re looking at things annually (and yet I save as much as 40% on this stuff!) .

7.  Are you grateful for your food?  Grocery weeks make me feel so humbly blessed.  Spoiled, even.

8.  I’m so into watching Ace of Cakes and Cake Boss.  What is my obsession with baking??  I’m not even good!

9.  I have been running on a regular schedule and last week I had a huge breakthrough!  My endurance is growing.  I’m pretty sure I still eat more than I burn, but that just means I’ll have to run harder.  It’s at this point in my reasoning that I sometimes think a little therapy wouldn’t hurt.

I find this to be a good stopping point.  Plus, Blake is yelling “MAMA!” from his crib over and over.  I should get him.

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My Keeper

Every time I study my Bible I am reminded that this is how God communicates with us.  Every time, I think, “That was amazing! Why don’t I do this ALL the time?”  I’m in a Bible study right now, which helps to keep me accountable.  Today was yet another “postcard from Heaven”-as the Pond’s like to call it.

Blake went to bed last night with a low fever, we gave him some Motrin and he slept fine.  He slept in today, which I mostly just considered a bonus.  I had time to work on my Bible study.  When I finally went to check on him at about 8:45, he was laying in bed moaning.  I grabbed him and the thermometer.  I’ve never felt him so hot.  His temp was 104!  As many can attest to, I’m not one to keep a cool head in an emergency.  It’s not that I flip out, in fact I become quite paralyzed.  I did think to give him more Motrin for the fever, but I had to call Stu so he would tell me to take him to the ER (dr’s office wasn’t open yet).  He doesn’t show any symptoms, and after some blood work and X-rays they came to the conclusion that he has some sort of viral infection.  For now I can only treat the fever.  Thank God we’ve ruled out any of the scary stuff, but it was still a shaky morning.  About halfway through all the tests, I remembered what I studied this morning and that fate and coincidence are probably not in God’s vocabulary.  I think He allowed me to read this before I got to Blake because He knew it would be my strength for today.  No matter what I go through, He always gives me strength.  This was my scripture:

I will lift my eyes to the hills

Where does my help come from?

My help comes from the Lord,

Who made heaven and earth.

He will not allow your foot to be moved;

He who keeps you will not slumber.

Behold, He who keeps Israel shall neither slumber or sleep.

The Lord is your keeper;

The Lord is your shade at your right hand.

The sun shall not strike you by day, nor the moon by night.

The Lord shall preserve you from all evil.

He shall preserve your soul.

The Lord shall preserve your going out and your coming in

From this time forth, and even forevermore.

Psalm 121

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Itty bitty obsessions.

I don’t know how this stuff overtakes me.  I’ve been searching for a great deal on a VW minivan and have found myself (predictably) off task.  Now, you know from my camping experience that I will never again find myself sleeping in a tent.  This doesn’t make me anti-camping.  Just anti-tents.  I have an odd preoccupation with miniature living spaces.  And I’m ok with roughing it, I just need to be off the ground.

So I’ll shorten the explanation portion and simply tell you what has deterred me from my car search.  Stu is terrified that this is going to be our new family car.  He could be right.  Meet the Volkswagen Vanagon:

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I. freaking. love. it.

I do not care that they stopped making it in 1991.  I want it so bad.  That thing has a sink, stove, closet, bed, dining area, storage space, and a loft for the kiddos.  And it will fit in a parking spot.  If I have 4 children you can bet your britches that I will be hauling them to the lake in this thing.  They will be so embarrassed.

While I’m avidly scouring the internet to find out everything I can about this creature of perfection, I find free spirit spheres. Basically free hanging tree houses.

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I’m gonna need to sleep in one of them.  I’m obviously incapable of a typical vacation.

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