Archive for September, 2009

Farewell Baja Fresh!!

September 29, 2009 · Filed under I heart dinner, My subjective take on things

For 12 weeks (I actually had to go back in my blog to see when I started) I have been counting points.  Today, I have officially reached my goal weight.  And since I refuse to pay 12 dollars a week for that super nice (read: mean and stingy) lady at Weight Watchers to weigh me and give me stickers, I can only brag here.  I hear that if I had stuck it out with the meetings they would have hooted and hollered and made me a lifetime member.  But I think I would owe, like, $108 in missed meetings.  Instead, I might just buy myself some $100 shoes as a reward for taking the frugal route.  Ohhh, maybe jeans!  Or not, since I know that the moment I get all comfortable in my pre-pregnancy size it will be time to grow another baby.  I mean, we have a minivan now, and Stu says it would only be prudent to fill it up with progeny.  It would be so awesome if Stu and I could take turns with that.  He could spend the next 3 years growing, birthing, feeding a baby, losing pregnancy weight, and then it could be my turn again.  Much easier on the body, I say.

This has been the simplest, most stress-free, rewarding diet experience of my life.  And I’ve been on more than a couple of diets.  The weight loss was not fast, but steady (1.3lbs/week).  I have actually figured out how to manage my indulgences, because if I couldn’t have them I wouldn’t have been successful.  I have proven that I do not need to be a stress-eater anymore, which feels so good.

I have also learned that some restaurants out there are simply out of control.  I have had to say goodbye-forever-to Baja Fresh.  Sad.  I resent them leading me to believe that I was, at least, eating well because it was “fresh”.  The point values of almost EVERYTHING on their menu were shocking.  I think the salsa and guacamole are the only things I could even consider anymore.  Apparently it’s the freshest lard money can buy.  My favorite burrito was 1051 calories/51 grams of fat (24 points-my whole day’s allowance).  The kid’s menu quesadilla I used to feed Blake was 749 calories/27 grams of fat (16 points).  What could they possibly do to that tiny little thing to make it 27 grams of fat??  Anyways, my point is that I was befuddled that the weight wasn’t coming off on it’s own.  I no longer wonder.  I’ll meet you in my dreams, Baja Fresh.

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More Super Excitement

September 22, 2009 · Filed under God is Faithful, My subjective take on things

Things are CA-RAY-ZEEEEEE. 

Mom’s back in the hospital.  Let’s give a big fat BOO for that.  Congestive heart failure.  You can read about that here, cause I can’t explain it in 2 places.  I’m tired, but God never fails to provide me with strength and perspective in situations like these.  I met the most awesome woman at the hospital, who is beautifully enduring some of the most terrible circumstances, so I have been again reminded to abandon my pity party and get on with it.  This pitiful life is not the end-all be-all people.  You must get to know my God, you MUST. 

Today I had to bring Blake with me to the hospital.  Who would, in a million years, have guessed that today would be one of the best days I have ever had with him in his short little life??  He was an angel.  Unbelievable.  He snuggled, he napped in the hospital room, he obeyed, he made me laugh, he ate what I told him to.  So sweet. 

hospital

Also, for those who still refuse to join facebook, we are proud minivan owners.  I. freaking. love. that. van.

minivan

It has more ammenities than any car I have ever owned.  My kid can get into his seat unassisted.  I have a little remote on my keychain that opens and closes doors and the liftgate.  I roll over bumps and don’t even feel them.  If you have anything to say about where this puts me on a “coolness” scale (ahem, Christopher ADOLPH Garza…hello middle name), then you can go suck an egg.  It is so awesome.

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How bad is this blog?

September 11, 2009 · Filed under My subjective take on things

I temporarily abandoned my blog.  As you can see in the last couple of posts, I have been writing updates on my mom’s open-heart surgery and recovery on a different blog.  I obviously cannot keep up with 2 blogs.  Heck, I still haven’t folded laundry that was washed 2 weeks ago.  But I will randomly fill you in. 

Even now, I’m not sure what to tell you.  I’m exhausted.  A tad overwhelmed.  I’m the baby of the family, and people in my family don’t usually put me in charge.  Being the one calling the shots in my mother’s recovery is a responsibility I would like to give away.  I’m so ready for her to feel better, but this road is a very long one, and we still have some traveling to do.  I was also so ready to have her out of the hospital, because traveling back and forth, worrying about her care, arranging for childcare, was all very complicated.  But now that we’re home, I would like to have somewhere to go.  I thought this morning how funny that was, since 1.5 weeks ago I was so ready to get to stay at home.  Are we ever content?

Stu is busy being Super Dad.   Pretty much rocking the house.  Thank God for him. 

Daina and Dad show up tomorrow.  I love when help comes to my house. :-)

I’m getting my hair cut soon.  For some reason this makes the future seem brighter. 

I put on my skinny pants today.  They are tight.  But they are on.  13lbs down.  I heart Weight Watchers.  Not that I go to their ridonk $12 meetings anymore, but I do buy myself stickers sometimes.  This is an especially amazing feat for me because in stressful situations, I’m not one of those people who annoyingly drops weight  (what’s up with that, anyways?).  I’m one of those people who finds some chips and queso and dives right in.  Followed by brownies.  In a stressful situation, I would usually be found face-first in a sheet cake.  I finally feel like I’m in control.  It feels good.  And no, I haven’t given up queso.  Not completely.  It just counts as flex points now.

I’m going to buy a minivan.  No, I’m not pregnant.  I have, however, borrowed my friend’s minivan so many times now, for so many different uses that I think it’s time to just get my own.  The fact that the Element only seats 4 and my mom can’t easily get in and of of it helps to seal the deal.  I have had too much time to research them so I know way too much about all of the vans out there.  Way too much.  The funniest part of this story is that Stu hates buying cars so much that he wants me to do this without him.  He gets all crazy tense and really hinders my negotiation process.  Him staying home is probably best, so he won’t spoil all my fun. 

I’m going to try to do better here, so don’t give up on my blog.

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