Archive | January, 2013

Work, smirk

17 Jan

I haven’t written here lately.  I thought about it, but haven’t felt as positive lately.  I got stuck in a rut of cleaning, chasing my girls, running errands, finding time to work out (yes, I have been sticking to that!), and attempting sleep.  I’m a bit sleep deprived thanks to a very sassy 14 month old girl who seems to think she needs me all night long.  

And I’m still job hunting.  Which seems to deplete my mental abilities during the day.  I can only read open positions for so long.  I can only seem to focus on applying for a job a day (if I’m lucky).  I’m quite tired already of looking at my resume and telling everyone what a fantastic worker I am.  Hopefully one of these places will snatch me up and I can just prove those skills to them instead;)  

But on a fun note I picked up Just Dance for Kids for my Wii.  Unfortunately, our Wii is located in my bedroom which means when I work out I have to try to occupy the five year old and the one year old.  The fact that it’s kid’s music works well for my five year old.  My one year old–not so much.  She thinks that she should be either held or reading her stories, not dancing to music by herself.  She then finds more entertainment in opening our entertainment stand and proceeding to take games out and piling them on the few feet of carpet between me and the TV (there’s not a lot of space left in our “master” bedroom after our queen-sized bed and dressers.  BUT…I can usually hit about 20-30 minutes of dancing with the girls and as long as I add some strength in later on I consider that a productive session;)

Today we managed only 10 minutes until I moved to the living room and pulled out a Biggest Loser DVD I had and I made the girls an early lunch.  They ate happily while I sweat it out, but I survived 35 minutes of that.


Honestly, me?

2 Jan

As I’m not working I have occasional opportunities to catch TV that is not Sesame Street, Word World, Star Wars, or whatever video game is playing on the Xbox 360.  The other morning was my 600 Pound Life.  I watched those people barely able to walk, breaking their wheelchairs that they need to move.  It’s heartbreaking to me.  And I’m thankful I’ve never been that size.  My son happened to catch part of it with me and said, “Mom, at least you never got to be that big.  And you’re trying to lose weight now.  I’m proud of you.”

Loved that moment.  Hearing he was proud of me.  Yes, this is my journey, but I need that support.  Doesn’t everybody?  I put him in charge of making sure that I work out daily.  I told him he can ask me when he gets home from school every day and if I haven’t yet he’s making sure that I do.  He loved that idea–after all it means HE is in charge of mom:)  

On a related note, I got gift cards for Christmas from some of my family and enjoyed going out and splurging on myself for a change. I’m not thrilled with the size, but it fits and it looks nice right now.  My husband told me that when I get to my goal weight he’s sending me on a major shopping spree.  It means I can actually go to the high end stores I normally avoid for clearance racks.  

Ironically my “goal” clothes are in my drawer.  I have a cute pair of jeans that have no prayer of buttoning and my purple Leinie’s Berry Weis t-shirt.  I haven’t been able to come close to wearing it since I got it, but I love it so much.  I refuse to get rid of them because they’re my skinny jeans.  You know those ones.  I’m sure I’m not the only out there with them.

But, excuse me, while I stop typing to go dance with my little girls.  My five year old found “The Cha-Cha Slide” and she’s teaching me.