03.31.09
Being Able To Buy A New Wardrobe Has Nothing To Do With It
Can I just be real and tell you that I have DREADED writing this post. DREAD. ED. Probably because it will actually force me to do something about something I’ve struggled with for the past year - ok maybe few years.
My weight and eating habits.
There ya have it. It’s out there in blogland for the entire world wide web, or at least the four of you that regularly visit, to see. And to be perfectly honest I’m kind of excited. And terrified. And afraid I’m going to fall flat on my face.
When Hubby and I were married I was at my “perfect” weight – about 120. I was also bicycling alot. Oh ya I was smoking and not eating very well either. Since then I have quit smoking (thanks to Jesus). But I have also quit exercising and I still eat very poorly.
When Little Pip unexpectedly came a visiting last year I was up to 150. The weird thing is I didn’t feel overweight. I’ll write more about that later. But I think that has played a big role in my continuing to gain weight. During my pregnancy I actually think I was eating pretty healthy but I wasn’t exercising like I should have been and slowly my weight crept up there. I ended up at 198 (sorry I will not say 200) when Pip was born. Immediately I lost about 20 pounds and since then have lost another 10 and so am now at 164.
I recently came across some very cool bloggers who started The Sisterhood of the Skinny Jeans. But it’s not just for sisters so Hubby’s going to join with me! I might even convince him to blog a time or two. Ha ha. The website is great and it’s just what I need to help get me motivated. Plus having to blog about it and tell all of blogland will hopefully hold me accountable.
Each week I’ll share where I’m at weight wise and also share what I’m struggling with, along with some tips and solutions in eating healthy and staying fit. The Sisterhood also has some amazing giveaways and contests and right now they are having a giveaway for a great workout DVD. Head over to The Sisterhood to check it out!
Here’s our starting weights. Brace yourself.
Missy’s Current weight: 164
Missy’s Goal (ideal): 120
Missy’s Goal (realistic): 130
Hubby’s current weight: 217
Hubby’s Goal (ideal): 175
Hubby’s Goal (realistic): 190
So in conclusion: I need to lose weight. Hopefully The Sisterhood can help. Mr Twinkie you will be missed.
Edited to add: I forgot to mention that we are taking part in a new challenge from The Sisterhood. It’s called “Shrink Into Summer” and it’s an eight week weight loss challenge. Every Wednesday we get to check in and let them know how we’re doing. We’re starting a week late but hopefully we can still see some good progress over the next seven weeks!
American Idol – One Word Version
Not sure why I decided to do a one word AI recap. Probably because my Hubby’s recap last week was so amazing and there’s no way I can compete with that so I figured I’d just write a lame one word version. Ya, that’s lame.
Anyway, let’s get on with it. Oh ya, I’m so lame I forgot to write down what songs they sang.
1. Anoop Desai – Gross
2. Megan Joy – Weird
3. Danny Gokey – Awesome
4. Allison Iraheta – Fake
5. Scott McIntyre – Nice
6. Matt Geraud – Mediocre
7. Lil Rounds – Good
8. Adam Lambert – Unique
9. Kris Allen (my boyfriend) – Amazing
Top – Kris
Bottom – Anoop
There ya have it folks. The shortest American Idol recap in the history of the world! You can head over to BooMama’s blog for more (and much more interesting) AI recaps!
03.30.09
Sweetness is…
…being home with my babies. Even though they were sick and I wasn’t feeling so hot myself it was still sweet.
…holding Pip most of the day. Ok it wasn’t entirely sweet – there were a few times I thought I’d lose my mind. But it was mostly sweet.
…Belle not using her pacifier anymore! Just like that.
…Getting a text from Hubby that says, “hi!”. Even though he’s sitting right next to me.
…Pip in his new bumbo seat.
…Belle and her new obsession with hats.
…Crawling into bed after a long day right after you’ve put new sheets on the bed.
…Listening to Belle say “hi Caleb!” all day long.
…Being home when Princess comes home for lunch.
…Good friends who cry with you and laugh with you and are just there for you.
…Waking up on Saturday morning to find Hubby gone (ok, that’s not sweet) but then to realize that he went to the store to get us all donuts.
…Bathtub crayons and leaving a special note for Hubby on the shower wall.
…No Peek Chicken recipe I got from my friend Emily.
…Making supper three nights in a row. Without incident.
…Princess with her zebra friend.
…Belle sleeping in three mornings in a row.
…Listening to Belle talk to herself (or maybe her stuffed animals) when she does wake up.
…Kisses from Belle. She loves to kiss everyone – mommy, daddy, big sister Princess and baby brother Pip (even though she doesn’t have very good aim!).
What’s been sweet in your life lately?
Not Me Monday Stellan Style
This is a special edition of Not Me Monday. This week it’s dedicated to STELLAN and we hope it brings the MckMama Family lots of joy to read about everyone that is lifting them in prayer..
When I first found out about Stellan’s latest trip to the hospital I did not start crying and run to share the news with my Hubby.
We have not prayed for Stellan every day since he’s been in SVT.
Hubby did not text me “PRAY” when he read that Stellan was in V-TACH.
I do not cry every time I read one of MckMama’s posts.
I did not beg Jesus to spare Stellan’s life and heal him completely.
I did not pray Ephesians 3:14-21 for the MckMama family.
I do not leave MckMama’s blog and Twitter up on my computer every night so I could easily check for updates.
I did not cry when I looked through the Stellan name gallery. It was not about the 100th time I’ve looked at the amazing pictures.
When I couldn’t sleep one night the first thing I did not do was check on how Stellan was doing. And it was not 3 in the morning.
I did not update my Facebook status to say, “Missy is praying for Stellan”.
I am not amazed at how special Stellan is and how many lives he is touching.
And I am not absolutely sure that God’s will is perfect and that He will provide perfect peace to MckMama and her family.
Go here for more Not Me Mondays Stellan Style!
03.29.09
Thank Goodness For Bubbles and Sunshine
It’s been another not so great weekend. Seems like that’s all we have these days. I say that in perspective folks, I know we are really blessed.
Hubby has had a cold for as long as I can remember. On Friday it started to get worse and by Saturday was full blown flu. He was up all night Saturday night, fever, chills, vomiting, you name it. Belle and Pip’s colds are still lingering on and I started to get a cold too in addition to the other ickyness. Pip’s is getting worse and on Sunday he was not his usual happy self. He slept alot of the day and the rest of the time he was whiny and just wanted to be held.
We were desperately in need of some groceries so on Sunday morning I packed up two snotty babies, one of whom was screaming his head off, and headed to Wally World. It was on the way home as Pip continued to scream (no idea why, I think he just wanted to be held) that I cried out, “I want my mommy!” Belle looked at me like I’d lost my mind and I think I almost had. Man, it’s hard being a single parent.
But. Thank goodness for sunshine and bubbles. It was actually kind of a nice weekend here. We’ve been having frigid cold the past few weeks but finally on Sunday the sun was shining and it was warm enough that when Pip went to sleep on Sunday afternoon me and Belle ventured outside for about 30 minutes.
It was so fun. Just me and my baby girl. And it was actually relaxing because I sat on my behind and blew bubbles the whole time.
Learning how to go down the steps all by herself!
Unfortunately because of the sicknesses we missed our childbirth class reunion. I was so bummed. But all is well right now. The babies and Hubs are fast asleep and I’m numbing my mind with tv and Facebook. And tomorrow’s a brand new day!
03.27.09
More Good News
The OB doctor told me I was skinny. Cool, huh.
I guess that’s really not important, especially since the doctor is obviously delusional. She didn’t remember us even though she delivered Little Pip but I suppose at 2:44 am on Dec 17 I wasn’t having a good hair day and so maybe looked a little different!
Unfortunately I don’t have alot to report. She did a mini d and c to get a biopsy of the lining of something – I think my uterus. She said it was very thick and that was unusual since I was 14 weeks post Pip and plus I had a C-section so usually that’s all cleaned out. The biopsy will come back next week so more waiting although she didn’t seem too concerned.
She said the ultrasound didn’t show alot because of all the gunk I have going on inside and so put me on a high dose of progesterone to stop the bleeding. In about six weeks I’ll check back (as long as biopsy comes back ok) and we’ll either do another ultrasound or if my cycle gets back to normal then we’ll do nothing and call it a day!
She did confirm I am not pregnant let alone eptopic so praise the Lord about that! I do believe that would have sent me over the edge.
I guess I’m really at peace even though I don’t have answers as to what’s going on. I’m hopefully going to head home early from work because I am having a little cramping and will try to get some rest. I am still severely anemic (have been since Pip was born – all this hasn’t helped) and so need to get me some good iron. I’m the worst about taking vitamins or any type of pill but hopefully I can get better at that.
That’s all folks. I hope you have a great weekend.
p.s. Hug your family and tell them you love them!
Do You Want The Good News Or The Bad News?
Good news: I’m having a really great hair day. Woo hoo.
Bad news: Still not sure what’s going on.
Doctor called this morning and said he doesn’t think I’m pregnant. It’s a good thing that the liter of blood I gave yesterday wasn’t able to help him out in determining that. He was sure that he wanted me to see the OBGYN that did my C-section and they are able to get me in at 9:30 am this morning. He was still pretty vague about what’s going on. Said I’ll probably have a D and C.
I’m thinking this is nothing major. Just left over stuff from my pregnancy. Hopefully after the 9:30 appointment we’ll know more.
Thanks for praying and for your encouraging thoughts.
03.26.09
Nothing Like A Near Death Experience To Remind You Of The Important Things
Perhaps “near death” is a bit exaggerated but I was struggling for a post title so just went with it.
Unless you have a hidden camera in my house you wouldn’t know that I’ve been struggling with some health issues the past few weeks. No need to get into any details because they’re gross unimportant. What’s important is that my doctor finally said I should come on in and take a looksy.
After questioning me for about 20 minutes and then doing an exam he determined that he thought I had an eptopic pregnancy. Oh that’s just swell. So they took lots of blood and rushed me over to another location to get an ultrasound.
Can I just ask why in the world are we paying so much money for things like ultrasounds when the techs always ask us what they’re suppose to be seeing. This has happened to me before. She’s obviously looking at my innards on the screen and she says, “Do you still have your ovaries?” I so bad wanted to say, “Well you tell me.” But I didn’t. I politely said yes.
Anyway she finished the ultrasound and then said she would be back because she had to check the pictures. So we waited.
This was not fun. Because I envisioned her running down the hall, calling the doctor frantically and explaining to him what horrible killer of a mass she found in my belly. She returned about 15 minutes later to tell us they are rushing the images to the radioloist to read and that I should call my doctor in an hour with the results. Hubby says, “Did you see anything?” And she lied and said, “No the radiologist will read them.”
I return to work because I just really needed to get my mind of things. However on the way to work I did cry my eyes out because I had convinced myself all the rushing with no answers was not a good sign and I probably only had about 2 weeks to live. I kinda joke about it now but seriously I just cried out to the Lord and begged Him to not let it be anything serious.
I got to work and decided for some reason to quickly check my friend Anna’s blog. And I read this post.
Thank you Jesus. You are amazing.
Then my co-worker/friends all gathered together and prayed over me. And I bawled. And I felt peace.
I called the doctor about an hour and 15 minutes later and the receptionist said she’d have the nurse call me back. More waiting.
An hour later I still hadn’t heard anything so I called back. It was 4:00 pm by now and I was very clear with the receptionist that I needed to talk to someone. The doctor’s nurse got on the line and said they received preliminary results but were waiting for more information from the radioligst. She was going to call over there and then hope to call me back before 5:30 pm.
I left work at 5:00 pm with still no call. Although I had experienced about two hours of peace and calm I was starting to get anxious again. I hate that. I don’t know why I can’t just trust the Lord. In every situation. I just had this deep fear in my heart that something was seriously wrong.
At 6:00 pm the doctor called. Unfortunatley I was in the bathroom at the time and didn’t hear the phone ring. I had a voicemail and it was from the doctor. Not the doctor’s nurse, but the doctor. That was weird for me, I’ve never had the doctor call my house before. This is what he said:
“Things look ok. I’m going to call you back either later tonight or tomorrow and we can talk more.”
Um, ok. What in the world does that mean? I assume it’s not an eptopic pregnancy. He probably for sure would have called back. So I praise the Lord for that.
Unfortunately that’s the end of the story. For now. After stressing out about the call for about an hour I was able to watch our dvr’d American Idol. And hello people, why was Matt in the bottom two?
Like I said. It’s near death experiences that remind you of the important things in life.
Take care. I’ll keep ya posted!
American Idol Recap AND A Guest Blogger
Hubby agreed to take on the task of blogging through American Idol. I KNOW! Isn’t it exciting that he’s blogging? I thought so. And although this is my blog I take no responsibility for anything he says. I can say that because it’s my blog. Without further a due, here’s my favorite AI judge, Hubby!
First and foremost…SOMEBODY TURN OFF PAULA’S MIC!!!!!!!!!!
….and in my humble (yet spot on) opinion, Simon is always sometimes occasionally right.
Let get started…(but I just gotta say, Smokey…where’s your skateboard?)
Matt Giraud (singing “Let’s Get It On”): Matt sounded nervous and out of his comfort zone after getting up from behind the piano. He was really working at it. It just didn’t flow. Overall just OK. Not great. Just OK. (PAULA….STOP TALKING! and maybe Simon is not always right.)
Kris Allen (singing “How Sweet It Is”): Very nice. Put a nice twist on the song. Great voice. Sounded natural and comfortable…..(is Paula still talking?). Really good performance. One of the front runners. (Simon is just misunderstood.)
Scott McIntyre (butchering singing “You Can’t Hurry Love”): EEEWWWWW. First of all…lose the PINK PANTS! Now the performance. Not likin’ it. I really like the original song by the Supremes and REALLY like the remake by Phil Collins. This rendition was just off. Off key. Forgetting words or off beat? At the bottom. This just might get him voted out. (Someone tell Ryan to never ask for Paula’s opinion again…and what was up with the crayons? Are they trying to create faux tension between Simon and Paula?)
Megan Joy (singing “For Once In My Life”): I really like Megan’s voice and what she’s done already…but for some reason this performance reminded me of the theme song for “The Love Boat” (now I can’t get that out of my head). Good for a lounge act….but not for this competition. I was very disappointed. She’s giving Scott (see above) a run for the bottom. (Paula..come on. Quit sugar coating everything.)
Anoop Desai (singing “Oooh, Baby, Baby”): Hmmm. Sounded Good. Not great. Better than ok. I didn’t feel a lot of emotion from him. (what’s up with Paula?..from now on the referred to as “warm, overdone fuzzy”) He was good enough to make it thru in mid pack.
Michael Sarver (singing “Ain’t to Proud to Beg”): A better performance from Michael than the last few we’ve seen from him, but overall not enough. “Warm, Overdone Fuzzy” actually was on to something with this one (don’t tell anyone I said that). Michael may have lost it with that one.
Lil Rounds (singing “Heatwave”): I was a little disappointed. Don’t get me wrong, I liked this performance. Something about it just didn’t seem right, a little awkward maybe?. Rushed. (what was that…?…I thought I heard a warm, overdone fuzzy for a moment there.) Maybe my expectations were too high. Just good enough to get through to the next round.
Adam “cheesy rock opera” Lambert (singing “Tracks of My Tears”): Close your eyes and it was a great sounding performance…(this dude’s just weird). I definitely didn’t expect this from him, and I actually liked it. (side note…8 words Kara..not 6) (second side note…can we restrict “warm overdone fuzzy” to 6 words?) Top performance so far tonight.
Danny Gokey (singing “Get Ready”): Great performance. Didn’t knock me off my chair but one of the top tonight. A lot of energy. Danny is safe.
Allison Iraheta (singing “Papa Was A Rollin’ Stone”): What’d she say…? Couldn’t understand a lot of the lyrics. Sounded good. Hard to believe she’s 16. In all honesty, looking at the performance it seemed a bit “fake” but it sounded really good. She’ll be back.
Summary: I’d give the win to Adam with Danny and Kris a very close second & third. Allison, Lil, Megan and Anoop did enough to be safe. Matt, Scott and Michael at the bottom.
When it’s all said and done…..goodbye Scott. Peace out homey.
03.25.09
Xanax Conversations
Edited to change “Zantax” to “Xanax”. No my Hubby did not get high off anti-acid medication.
I would first of all like to say that Hubby has given me permission to share these very intimate details of our life. However I cannot confirm nor deny whether or not he was still high on Xanax when he gave me permission.
Y’all probably know by now that after a gazillion years of trying to pregnant we finally did get pregnant when we were praying that we wouldn’t get pregnant. Along with great joy Little Pip also brought something else into our lives: the need to think about birth control. After talking through our different options one day Hubby suggested that he get a special procedure done that would prevent any more Pips from showing up. And being the smarty pants that he is he suggested it on a day when I was still home with the babies, having a very bad day, ready to lose my mind and crying out to the Lord asking Him why in the world He would think it a good idea to give this crazy woman not one but two babies.
So I said yes that sounds like a wonderful idea, you go get yourself fixed Hubby.
Last Friday was the day. Ironically it was the same day exactly one year ago that we conceived Little Pip. Yes I keep track of these things. And yes that was too much information.
Hubby had been given a happy pill, aka Xanax, to take right before the procedure. The procedure was at 4:00 and so at 3:30 he popped the pill and we headed out to drop off the kids at our friend’s house. This friend is the one that usually watches the kids on Thursday and Fridays and I tell her pretty much everything. I guess kinda like I do on this blog. We were talking about the procedure and Hubby was complaining and she mentioned the fact that we had to endure childbirth and this was nothing compared to that.
So when we got in the car Hubby was already a little loopy – why was he driving might I ask? – and starting ranting about the fact that we always throw the childbirth card in guys’ faces. This is Hubby having a conversation with himself, driving while high on Xanax:
Hubby: Ya know it’s not right for women to always say that to men like our pain doesn’t matter.
Hubby: Honey, I just broke my leg.
Hubby pretending to be me: Well I went through child birth so suck it up.
Hubby: Honey, I just cut my arm off with a band saw.
Hubby pretending to be me: Well I went through child birth so suck it up.
Hubby: Honey, I just had an aneurysm.
Hubby pretending to be me: Well I went through child birth so suck it up.
Ok, I guess you had to be there.
It was kinda bittersweet as we drove to the doctor. I asked Hubby if he was still 100% sure he wanted to do this. He said yes but that he was having mixed feelings about never conceiving a child again. I was actually very sad but then reminded Hubby that we could adopt again. And he said, “yes we could.” You heard it here folks. You’ll need to stand behind me when I want to adopt in a year or two and Hubby says no.
We got to the doctor and by this time Hubby could barely walk. Well he could walk but he was walking like he was high. Which he was, so that makes sense. Thankfully we didn’t have to wait too long. They call his name and even though I didn’t want to he made me come with into the exam room. He threw the child birth card at me saying, “I watched you endure child birth, this is the least you could do.” Ya ok Hubby, you’re higher then a kite and won’t even know if I’m there or not but I’ll come hold your hand.
Hubby had to undress, sit up on the table and cover himself with the small paper thin scratchy covering thing they call a drape. Let me just say that I was very happy to have come along at this point. All the years of having to cover myself with the small paper thin scratchy covering thing they call a drape were worth it to see my hubby experience it.
And then he ripped it in half. And I couldn’t stop laughing. And he almost starting crying because he was so high and didn’t know what to do. He was kinda starting to freak out about the whole getting fixed thing and so I started to ask him questions about his last doctor appointment. Since he turned the big 4-0 he got to have a very thorough physical.
Me: Hubby when you had your physical did you have to get naked and sit on the table.
Honey: Yep
Me: Was it awkward.
Honey: Only when he said, “turn around and put your elbows on the table.”
Me: Eeeww. Really, you had to do that?
Honey: Yep. He had to check my prostrate.
Me: You mean your prostate?
Honey: That’s what I said, my prostrate.
And then thank goodness the doctor came in because I thought I was going to pee my pants from laughing at my drug induced Hubby.
The procedure was quick and painless – at least for me. There was kind of a scary point when the doctor was doing whatever he was doing and Hubby suddenly yelped like he’d been shot and practically jumped off the table. Oh my goodness you should have seen the look on the doctor’s face. Probably because he had a scalpel… well you know. Turns out the Novocaine or whatever they use wasn’t working on Hubby and he felt almost everything.
Well I went through child birth Hubby, so suck it up.
