So, today I had my six week post-natal check up. I was happy to find out that after skipping breakfast and kicking off my shoes I weighed in at only one pound heavier than my post Eva body weight. One more pound to go...sort of. Where I really wanna be is my post Ryan body weight, which is about 21 pounds away...Yikes! I know I can do it if I just give myself a chance and don't make up lame excuses like "The kids are starving and McDonalds is quick. I don't want them to feel uncomfortable if I don't eat, so I'll just slam down a double cheeseburger and medium fry. Really, it's all for the kids!" or, how about this one "It's Friday. I can't start an exercise program at the end of the week...looks like I'm waiting til Monday". Yes, unfortunately this has been me for the past six weeks. I told myself I was waiting for my six week appointment, so I could weigh in and get the go ahead to exercise. As if I needed to be told that exercise was safe in order to start eating healthier.
Well, here we are. I have made it to week six of being a mother to three children and I am proud to say that they are all still alive...lol! I am also happy to announce that the most beautiful girl ever born is finally here...sorry, all you other parents can now only have the second most beautiful little girl. Just kidding;-)....Not really.
Anyways, I was hoping to get some motivation and helpful hints about weight loss from sources other than my Self magazine (can we please put up a picture of a fat woman who needs to lose weight and not an already perfect celebrity, who, in my down moments, I would like to strap down and shove cupcakes in her face? Thanks.) and my son, Ryan, who informed me that it looks like I have another baby in my tummy and asked if Eva was gonna have to drink from a cup, so that the new baby could use my boobs:-/ (Jeez, kid, it's been six weeks! Cut me some slack...but thanks for making me want to start sticking a toothbrush down my throat.). Don't get me wrong those two things combined could have me looking like a stay at home mommy version of a model in no time (ya know slim, but soft without a six pack and without a fake chest and a slightly bigger than average booty. Plus, add in child bearing hips and dark circles under your eyes and you've got a mommy fit for a runway!) . I would settle for that version of a model. I would even be happy with it. Pretty without having to give up my role as mommy...or my food. Sounds perfect!
So, if anyone has any tips such as favorite healthy recipes, favorite exercises or even pics of your favorite "too sexy" celebrities that I can throw things at let me know. Thanks:-)
Friday, September 30, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
Kids say the darndest things:-/....I wish I could too;-)
So, Ryan, my dear, sweet DEVIL child has been known to make me laugh out loud on occasion...okay, more like multiple times a day. He also has the uncanny ability to have me doubled over laughing one minute and running out of breath screaming the next. Thanks to this little hellion....I mean boy...most days I feel bipolar at best. He definitely knows how to bring out the best and worst in me. I wish he would work a little harder at bringing out the best, so I could win Mommy Of The Year award and not just an honorable mention:-/
Just for the record all of those parents that told me I wouldn't be laughing when it was my son saying the embarrassing stuff lied! I do laugh. Hard. Sometimes I can't even hide it and I get dirty looks from people, who are clearly waiting to see how I will discipline my child. Here are some Ryan Quotes of the Day that, at the very least, have made me smile:
"Mom, why does Henry have his shirt off? Is he trying to show off his belly?"
This was said very loudly about our next door neighbor, who happened to be washing his car.
After I yelled at him for five minutes about him pooping his pants and asking him if he understood his reply was "Um, mom, I don't know what to say." lol. Classic male move - playing dumb.
After repeatedly getting up off the couch and not following the "time out" rules I yanked him by the arm, slammed his fanny back onto the couch and folded his hands for him. Ryan looks up at me and sweetly says "Excuse me, mom, thank you for showing me how to sit on the couch."
The other day at McDonalds Playplace I had to tell him to speak nicer to the other little boy there, even though I knew the other little kid was being a bully and his parents were too busy on their phones to do anything about it. So, when I heard Ryan say "Please stop kicking me or I'll punch you in the face" I had to hand it to him for saying "Please" and I pretended not to notice when the other parents finally looked up from their phones to see if I was gonna yell at my son for the threat he made...um, of course I wasn't. He did say it politely after all;-)
And, then how about today when he told a broken toy that he was trying to play with that it being broken was "seriously stressing me out". Lol!! Gotta love when they repeat everything they hear...and he hears that a lot.
No matter how crazy Ryan is or how many times he poops his pants, we will always share a special bond, because he'll always know what I'm thinking...and say it out loud for me:-)
Just for the record all of those parents that told me I wouldn't be laughing when it was my son saying the embarrassing stuff lied! I do laugh. Hard. Sometimes I can't even hide it and I get dirty looks from people, who are clearly waiting to see how I will discipline my child. Here are some Ryan Quotes of the Day that, at the very least, have made me smile:
"Mom, why does Henry have his shirt off? Is he trying to show off his belly?"
This was said very loudly about our next door neighbor, who happened to be washing his car.
After I yelled at him for five minutes about him pooping his pants and asking him if he understood his reply was "Um, mom, I don't know what to say." lol. Classic male move - playing dumb.
After repeatedly getting up off the couch and not following the "time out" rules I yanked him by the arm, slammed his fanny back onto the couch and folded his hands for him. Ryan looks up at me and sweetly says "Excuse me, mom, thank you for showing me how to sit on the couch."
The other day at McDonalds Playplace I had to tell him to speak nicer to the other little boy there, even though I knew the other little kid was being a bully and his parents were too busy on their phones to do anything about it. So, when I heard Ryan say "Please stop kicking me or I'll punch you in the face" I had to hand it to him for saying "Please" and I pretended not to notice when the other parents finally looked up from their phones to see if I was gonna yell at my son for the threat he made...um, of course I wasn't. He did say it politely after all;-)
And, then how about today when he told a broken toy that he was trying to play with that it being broken was "seriously stressing me out". Lol!! Gotta love when they repeat everything they hear...and he hears that a lot.
No matter how crazy Ryan is or how many times he poops his pants, we will always share a special bond, because he'll always know what I'm thinking...and say it out loud for me:-)
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