Better U than Me?
So, Joshilyn over at Faster than Kudzu is an official spokemodel blogger-type person for this thing called Better U, sponsored by the American Heart Association. I may or may not actually take the time to check the program out online (because my online time is usually taken up with valuable things like.....um.....Lolcats), but the principle of the thing seems sound. It's basically a call to get fit, not just because it makes your jeans look better (although we all love that!), but also because it's good for your heart.
I like this, because I tend to be a little neurotic about my weight. I'm actually not in too bad a shape. I'm really in the best shape of my life since high school, truth be told, but I can't make my brain see that. I don't know if that's just how I'm hardwired, but for every compliment my brain deals my body, it comes out with two more "but you could do betters." I've gotten a lot better since I had kids, partially because I don't want my little girl to grow up believing that Mommy doesn't get to eat the same food as everyone else. I remember my mom making big, home-cooked meals for the rest of us while she nuked her sad, tiny, diet meals. I remember telling my mom she was beautiful, only to have her tell us how fat she was (which she wasn't.) I guess that's probably part of the issue.
The other nice thing is that it encourages baby steps. Instead of cutting out all your favorite foods at once, and starting a grueling exercise program right off the bat, maybe just modifying one meal a day, or walking more each week. I like this, because I tend to be a gung-ho-er. I like to leap into something, beat it (and myself) to death, and then give up, because either I feel like I've reached my weight loss goal and can quit now (not a good idea) or because I feel like I'm working so hard, but not seeing enough results. This idea seems to encourage a healthier attitude.
So with those ideas in mind, here are my long-term goals:
1. Develop a healthy relationship with weight and fitness, one that has to do with how I feel, not the numbers on the scale.
2. Encourage that mentality, along with healthy (but not fanatical) eating and exercise habits in the rest of my family.
3. Increase my cardiovascular health.
4. Increase my body strength.
5. Pay more attention to my relationship with food (i.e. how situations and emotions affect my eating habits.)
Short Term goals (framed up to match my long-term goals:
1. Only check the scale/tape measure once a week, and only then as a measure of progress. If those numbers don't move, figure out what that might mean, instead of guilt-spiraling.
2. Don't criticize my body out loud. It just sounds pathetic.
3. Stay in training heart range for my entire workout, gradually increasing intensity.
4. Begin strength training.
5. Create healthy meals and snacks for me and my family. AND DON'T SNACK AT THE COMPUTER!! (I just realized today that half the time, I'm snacking when I sit down at the computer. So I either have to give up the computer, or snacking while I'm there.....)
I may even report back on some of these goals! You never know......
Maybe someone needs to do a Better Blog U for blog health. Then I might start blogging regularly again.
And, having said blog so many times it no longer makes sense, my tired brain and I are going to bed.
The Joys of Motherhood
In the wee hours of Thursday morning, I was SuperMom, able to correctly diagnose a child's complaint of "My neck hurts" as being nausea rather than meningitis (mostly due to the horrible urpy sound said child was making), and get her spun around in time so she could make her call on the big white telephone, instead of calling collect on the bathroom floor.
Today, someone has obviously planted some kryptonite somewhere, because I spent a good share of my morning calling dinosaurs in between trying to get small children ready for school and daycare. I'm starting to feel a little bit better as the day goes by (i.e. I can drink water without fear, now), but I'm still not straying far from a bathroom.
I don't like being sick, no matter what form it takes. However, it's a side effect of motherhood that I've come to accept, if not embrace. Chances are, that if some little person in my household brings home something viral, I'll be on the receiving end before too long. Luckily, the children have been exposed to enough stuff now through daycare and the school system, that these incidents have become fewer and further between.
Still doesn't make it any fun.
I'm not as tough as my Mom. I'm sure she was probably ill from time to time when I was a child, but I don't really remember that. She really is SuperMom. Of course, she also worked nights when I was a child, so my Dad mostly got us ready for school in the mornings, so maybe I didn't get the opportunity to see her shuffling around feeling miserable first thing in the morning.
You know, I really think she must have been SuperMom, especially when my brother and I were small. Because she worked nights, and was there for us during the day, making lunch, making sure we didn't kill each other. I know from time to time, she would rest her eyes on the couch while we played inside, but it wasn't until we were older that remember her actually sleeping at all during the day, and that was after we were old enough to tag around after Dad or Grandpa most of the time.
Well, needless to say...I'm not SuperMom. At least not until this kryptonite goes away! Then I'll be back to my appointed rounds.
It all came to a head when I realized I'd forgotten my lunch.
Mondays are always a bit of a challenge around here. It's almost as if, over the weekend, everyone but me has forgotten the entire weekday routine. Or, indeed, that we have anywhere at all to be by a specific time. Still, this morning didn't start out too badly. I got up on time, did my workout, and discovered the scale needs batteries, or else has gone completely insane. Yes, I've been working pretty hard the last couple of weeks, but I'm pretty sure that if I actually weighed the 94.5 pounds it claimed the first time I stepped on, I'd probably be either dead, or a supermodel. Of course, then when I tried again, it said I'd gained 1.5 pounds from last week. Maybe I'll stick with the 94.5.
Then, another nice surprise. Right before I got in the shower, both kids were already awake, and ready to get on with the day. Excellent!
Breakfast, apparently, was the turning point. All of a sudden, kids were moving slow, my hair wouldn't cooperate, and before you know it, I was running down the stairs hollering at Cub to GET HER SHOES ON ALREADY, because we have to leave NOW!!!!!!!! Out into the rain and wind. Kid dropped off, Cub dropped off, heading for work, trying to figure out what do do with disobedient hair, further riled by the wind, and oops! No lunchbox. No book. Rats. Stupid Monday.
At this point, I knew I needed to go home, get my lunchbox, and get headed to work, although the temptation to just crawl back under the covers was very, very strong. On the way, a song from my childhood came on the radio, one that reminds me of Dad, since that's what he listened to when I was a child.
Okay, Monday, I guess you aren't so bad after all. Funny how one little thing can make or break a day.
Joss Whedon, you are a genius
I'm sure none of you have really noticed, but I haven't been around much lately. Part of it is summer, but a lot of it has been things I just can't talk about here. I'm the only person making rules for my own expression, but I tend to stick by them.
1) Don't talk about work. Especially in a negative fashion.
2) Don't discuss the problems of friends or family without consent.
3) Don't discuss things about the children that they may one day resent you for revealing to the internet.
In other words, no dirty laundry.
Which has made it a little difficult to post this past summer. This is not to say that our summer was one tragedy after another, because it wasn't. However, it was a lot of "unmentionable" things, interspersed with actually trying to enjoy our summer. (You know, that thing that's GONE now? Where the heck did it go?)
About the time that I last wrote, I was facing a major job change, a lateral move within the company to a position with less creative challenges, more deadlines, and more accountability. Don't get me wrong, I do like this position. It appeals to the list-making, check-marking side of my brain, but it's tough. There is so much to remember, so many things to double check, and it all has to be done so quickly.
In addition, good, dear friends of ours (and some of our family as well) have been faced with some difficult, life-changing situations.
That was summer.
Now, school has started, and with it the early morning routine that involves me waking up so early the birds are impressed. Lion, who worked from home so that the kids didn't have to go to daycare all summer (give him a hand folks!) is getting ready for one of his busiest work seasons. My new position is starting to gear up as well, as we head towards the holidays. Choir has begun. All the organizations we are involved with have come off their summer slow-downs. The dog is shedding about a metric ton of fur a day. Relatives are visiting. Friends will need help moving.....
It got me yesterday. Nailed me right to the floor. Anytime I end up listening to "Round Here" by Counting Crows over, and over, and over, and over in the same day, it's a bad day. Really, it was a four stars out of five for worst emotional health day ever. And why? Nothing horrible had happened that day. It just...piles up, and flows over.
I don't really know how to end this. I hope to be around more, but I can't promise a thing. If anybody's still reading, please know I haven't forgotten the internet. I'm just kind of busy.
Take care, all of you.