Thursday, September 20, 2012

The 90's were not 10 years ago.

As I was updating my iPhone with the new OS, I decided to scroll around iTunes for a bit and listen to some of the music out there. These days I don't really listen to the radio, mostly just worship songs or Disney music or showtunes, so I'm not very up-to-date on pop music.

I listened to a song by One Direction and TOTALLY loved it. I remembered seeing them at the London Closing Ceremonies and I totally wanted to scream and jump up and down on the couch singing along except that I didn't know the words and I'm not 13.

But that reminds me that I may have majorly geeked out when I saw the Spice Girls reunite at the Olympics closing ceremony. I turned up the volume and shook it to the left (Spice up your life!) as my husband watched with a shocked look on his face.

All that to say, the 90's were good to me. I'm certain my obsession with boy bands started with the NKOTB party my cousin had when she was 7 or something but those catchy tunes will always have a special place in my heart.

You know what else will have a special place? These shoes.


Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Sleep and schedules

It's been a month since Allie was born and we're still trying to adjust to the sleeping schedules (or lack of).


Everyone has been telling me that around 6 weeks you can start implementing a schedule to put the baby on so that they're sleeping 10-12 hours at night. Well, given the 2-4 hours of sleep we've been getting, you have my attention, sir.

But looking up baby scheduling tips is scarier than the chicken-head-chopping-off tunnel scene from Willy Wonka.

Everyone and their mom, literally, has an opinion. Some say swaddling is key. Some say you have to let them cry it out. Some say you have to have a bedtime routine. All say you have to be consistent.

Well here's where we are:
  • We consistently go to bed whenever she finally does which is usually midnight. 
  • We have a bedtime routine. It's put baby in bassinet, repeatedly put pacifier in her mouth after she repeatedly spits it out, try swaddling her several more times because she is a Baby Houdini and can wiggle her way out of the tightest blanket, feed her again, burp her, catch the spit up for 20 minutes (which always comes when you least expect it and yes, I've had several instances of spit up dripping down my arm/stomach/leg, because it ALWAYS misses the burp cloth), finally collapse in bed because she's passed out, wake up 3 hours later, repeat. At least we're consistent, right? 
  • Cry it out? It should be called "Parents and Baby torture themselves for funsies". I'm not sure who it's harder for: her or me. We once (yes, once) had to let her cry on our way home because she was hungry and we were still 10 minutes away from the house and that was the worst thing ever. I can't even imagine letting her cry for an hour until she falls asleep. Yes, I know she won't remember this. But the guilt would probably hang over my head for years to come so just hand me the "Worst Parent of the Year" award and I'll happily sleepily be on my way.
  • According to the internet, we've already broken several rules for getting her to sleep on a schedule like giving her a pacifier, holding/rocking her to sleep, letting her sleep in our bed (Umm yes I'm lazy and like to do the lie down nursing technique when it's unholy hours of the night. And then we both inevitably fall asleep. Womp womp...), and giving her a bottle before the 6 week mark. Dun dun duuuunnnnn.... 
I guess as first time parents, we're allowed to screw up the first one right? We'll get 'em next time.  In the meantime, don't take parenting tips from me and please don't tell the BabyWise author about me.

Monday, September 17, 2012

Ding Dongs and sabotage.

Day 1: Walked briskly around the block.
Time: 12 minutes (Don't mock... I'm starting slowly here!)
Thoughts? Felt pretty good but I've run into another problem... I've been sabotaged!

For 3 weeks after Allie was born, we had meals brought to us 3 times a week from the women in our church. This was a HUGE blessing but unfortunately for me and my weight loss plan, every meal came with dessert.

And it wasn't just like "Here's one cookie for you to share." It was like "Here, have 12 dozen cookies which will make losing the baby weight impossible. Enjoy!"

It totally would've been easier if the desserts had just been gross tasting but everything that was brought was SO yummy! And it would be like SO rude if I didn't eat some.

Every night.

And sometimes with breakfast. Cereal and some tiramisu, don't mind if I do!

Not to mention that when my parents came, my mom made sure the fridge was stocked with ice cream and Ding Dongs the whole time they were here. SABOTEUR!!! (Let's ignore the fact that someone, who shall remain nameless but just recently had a baby, may or may not have sent a text message to her requesting those be added to the grocery list. Ahem.)

So now that I've been sabotaged by church ladies and my mom, we've slowly progressed back into real life and have removed all of the temptations (by eating them), save a few Ding Dongs that have been left behind. My thought is, I should probably just eat all of those immediately to remove the temptation and then I can really start on this weight loss thing, right?

Right?

4 Ding Dongs for dinner... don't mind if I do!


Source: epiclol.com via Melissa on Pinterest

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Goals

Okay let's just talk exercise and weight loss and my butt for a minute.

I gained about 35 lbs with this pregnancy. A few days after coming home from the hospital, I had already lost 20 of those pounds. Don't ask me how - I'm guessing between having the baby and breastfeeding, the weight just came off. It was definitely NOT because I was eating well and exercising. 3 weeks later 5 more pounds have come off but the problem is that I still cannot fit into my pre-pregnancy shorts/pants.

The problem is... the remaining weight is stuck. In my rear end. Yes, that's right. I didn't get any stretch marks on my belly but my bottom has suffered and I have the marks to prove it. Unfortunately for my genes, I already had a fairly ample rear end to begin with so now that the remaining pregnancy weight has decided to settle there, I fear things shall never be the same.

So the other day I actually had the urge to run. Unfortunately I have a 3 week old baby so running probably won't happen anytime soon. But this urge to run must mean my brain is desperate to lose weight because I have NEVER been a runner. I'm not like those people who say "I hate to run but this morning I went running and did 5 miles and it felt so good."

I hate running.

The end.

I once was pushed coaxed to go running with my husband and this is how pathetic it was: we left our apartment door and hadn't even made it to the street yet before I had a leg cramp and was huffing and puffing. And it's not like my husband was sprinting, he would've been going backwards if he was going any slower. I once decided to see how long it would take me to do a mile on the treadmill and it took me 14 minutes. That's with me "running" which is really just walking with a bit of a spring in my step.

So I have a possible new goal: become a runner. This will be extremely difficult I'm sure but I don't know how else to lose the weight and tone things down back there. My secondary goal is to lose 15 pounds but I'll be happy if I just fit into my pre-pregnancy jeans again without the muffin top. Right now I can't even shimmy my way into them so that will be a feat in itself.

Now before you get too depressed that this might turn into some kind of fitness journey blog, never fear. I don't plan on documenting my journey too much but I can't promise that I won't use this as an outlet to complain about how much I loathe this decision I've made to lose weight and get in shape.

Pinterest says the hardest step for a runner is the first one out the door. But I would argue the hardest step might be the one you take right before your legs give out and you collapse.

Wish me luck!

P.S. I'm sorry I said butt. 

Friday, September 7, 2012

A friendly reminder

I'm back.

Sorta.

Oh where to start.... Having a newborn is everything I thought it would be: tiring, painful... tiring. And painful. But this baby girl is just about the most precious thing on God's green earth. We are so amazed at everything about her. Once I've graduated to actually accomplishing more than one thing a day besides brushing my teeth, I'll write about her birth story and then maybe even resume blogging as usual. But in the meantime, just thought I'd pop in to remind the world that I'm still blogging in case I still have any readers out there... Oh and of course show off pics of our little Allie :)