*sigh..yes, I have been slack in blogging. They say (whoever they are) that it takes 30 days to make something a habit. I think actually succeeding those 30 days is a feat in itself. Let's see where life has taken me in the many moons that has pasted. Peyton turned 6. Dechlan is almost 5 and Harper is 19 months. Busy, busy busy...is really all you can say about that. 2 weeks ago, Peyton had his tonsils, adenoids out and tubes put in. What a long road that has been. I was in a wedding in October so we were doing that dreaded word...you guessed it..DIET! I feared the dress would not fit..tried the dress on the day of the wedding. I lost so much weight it had to be pinned on me. One false move and that strapless bra and dress would have been history. But I actually felt beautiful for the day. Not just inside but outside. It amazes me the things that can make us puff up with pride. It has not been easy...I am doing it on my own, no diet meds now..Just me and willpower..can't say I win all the time..(like the ice cream sundae I devoured) but it's a start. I think we have all come to a point of starting over and over and over again on the diets, lifestyle changes..whatever it be in your world. Will there is always a start...but will our journey ever end?
I am glad to be back yet once again..(I know I said that in the last blog) But like I said we all start over and over!
Hello, all my friends in EP land. I am hoping you guys are still out there! It has been such awhile since I have posted. I am on the mission to lose weight again. Not that I stopped, it was just on hiatus. Things in my life seem actually normal for once. The kids are great. Peyton is 5, Dechlan is 4 and Harper is 11 months. I have decided enough putting off the blog. I have gained, I have lost, I have gained. Now, Im on the path to losing. Its when you finally get to the point of being tired of the fat. You throw your hands up and say...either FEED ME MORE to comfort or work your tushy off until its gone. Well, my tushy is no more chair bound. I am excited to be back here. I cant wait to support you guys and you guys kick me in the fanny when I feel like giving up! I went up to 220 again, and I am now hanging out around 200 (give or take). But I have a longggg way to go. But Im taking it pound by pound. I have missed you all so much!
So, once again...it has been awhile! My world weird at the moment. I have been having all kinds of issues...I went to the gyn for what I thought was a simple problem. TOM kept coming every 2 weeks. Well, I get the good old stuffed like a turkey appointment, and the dr says "your uterus never shrank, its the size of someone 10-12 weeks pregnant". I about had a heart attack..and emphatically stated..I AM NOT PREGNANT. She said we know..we tested. She said and you have an infection high in your uterine area...which tells me that something is possibly left from your csection. I said WHAT! Yea..dr thinks placenta was left. Go figure..only me! So I have a dr appt tomorrow for an u/s and blood work. All kinds of good mess.. I said well this could explain why im not losing the rounded pudge i have been beating myself up over!
Harper is well...a beast of a baby...I love her but God Bless..most days I want to dig my own ears off. She screams from sun up to sun down. Girl has a good set of lungs. She has a dr appt on thursday hoping we can figure her out...They either need to fix her or issue me prozac the next 20 years. Her screaming like this makes me eat..I am an emotional eater. And well, I turn to food because it doesnt scream, cry, whine, talk back. Its just there and I control it. Bad bad habit, SOOOO I am hoping that once we figure her out, I will put the eating aside and enjoy her like I should!
So here goes nothing..let's see if this works. Things seem to be calming down around the house. Notice I said seem....Im afraid to be lulled into that false sense of alrightdom. Harper's medicine seems to be working, which is a God send. She has started to smile and occassionally coo. Which makes the long nights worth it. My baby girl is bald! Hence her nickname Eagle...bald eagle. I am having a hard time find pretties for her baldness. Bald is beautiful.
Peyton is now in school. Pre-k for 4 yr olds in public school. How nifty. I am so thankful for the program because it gets him out and about. Teaches him tons of stuff. He thinks he knows it all. He told me he has a girlfriend. Of course, my eyebrow shot up...I asked the teacher about "this girl" Her name is Maya...she is 4 also..the teacher said "this girl is a handful, she hasnt been coming much because of her tantrums, Peyton needs to find a new woman." I got a good chuckle because..hes already liking fiesty women. My husband said..Good job son..just like your daddy!
Dechlan is the lone wolf at the moment. He's had a big summer. Potty trained, turned 3, had a new sister, his "twin" went to school and he didnt. So hes just beside himself at the moment. We do special things for him, to make him feel like hes the only one.
As far as I go...I saw my primary doctor the other day...he put me on Wellbutrin. He said it will help depression and curb my appetite. So far only thing that medicine has done is give me a headache. Feels like a bad hangover. So I dont know how long I will actually stay on that medicine. I have a consult with my fat dr on Oct 6. Yayyy! cross your fingers for me. I have been drinking water or crystal light, and controlling my munching. I might need the fat drs bluntness to kick my butt back in shape!
Ok, so it has been 6 weeks since I had Harper and well, I realize that some animals are smarter than humans...they eat their young. Ok, so its not that bad but close. 6 weeks of Harper screaming will drive any sane person nuts. Well after 7 formula changes, we figured out her problem is GERD. Reflux disease if you dont know. Dr. prescribed her Prevacid, and we semi have a new baby. Not nearly as much screaming, and she is now eating well. Of course, she still has a temper and likes to show it. Dr said that when she would eat the acid from her stomach would burn her throat and esphogus. Poor kiddo. This should be the upswing.
As far as my dieting goes...I am starting back on strictly water...and I see my dr on the 24th to see if he will ok my phentermine. Keep your fingers crossed for me. I am getting a walk in daily...I have to take Peyton to the bus. Yes, hes riding the bus. So it gets us out and gets me moving. When we are waiting for the bus, I make sure im constantly moving. Trying to get some activity in there.
Well, life with a newborn is a bit more challenging than I remember from 3 years ago. Harper is a beautiful baby with a great set of lungs. She is having adversions to her formula and also has colic..YAYYY ME! (note the sarcasm) She likes to scream from 1am-6am. God Bless America! Which brings me to my diet! When she is screaming those hours...There is nothing better to make myself feel better than a snickers, a soda, some junk food that is calling my name! Eat myself into oblivion. I worked hard to lose what I have lost..What am I doing to myself? Of course, its easy to say ohhh sleep when the baby sleeps..psh as if, I have a 4 and 3 year old running rampant during the day, and a beastie girl at night. Hub has been doing his share, but he also works odd hours and just cant be around as much as my sleep would like! I have decided that I cant do this to myself anymore..I must resist. I have been talking it over with my hub that I want to do a consult with my fat doctor again. Maybe he can provide me with a swift kick in the caboose to get me going. I worked hard during pregnancy to not become a heifer that blamed weight gain on baby weight..or oh im eating for 2..or half a dozen depending on how much weight was gained. I dont want myself to become my former self...make sense? Or am i just blabbering in sleepiness?
Hiya all..I just was dropping in to share the news that Miss Harper Ann is here. She was born friday, Aug 1. She was 7 lbs even and 19 1/2 inches long. Shes a beautiful girl. Well, I am her mom so I am supposed to say that. She is a great sleeper..wakes 2 times a night. *knocks on wood. Her first day and a half of life for her was drama. She went to NICU, and no one would tell me what was going on. Remember the whole, you might have gestational diabetes, no you dont, well maybe you are borderline scenario that I blogged about several weeks ago? Well, it came back to bite us in the butt. Harpers sugars were so off..that it made her respiration really high. Hers was in the high 70s, low 80s. According to the ped, her respiration should have been in the 30s. So once they got that all fixed..they finally told me what was her issues. And let me room with her the next day. Then another ped came in to tell us..that Harper was born with a hole at the base of her spine but right over her butt..and they felt it wasnt anything emergent, they would like for her to get an ultrasound on it in a few weeks to see if it is spina bifida related. Yea...just the things you need to tell a new mom to freak her out, right? Well, we took her to our pediatrician and he checked out the hole and he said that it is some kind of dimple, and that he feels it does not warrant an ultrasound or any attention because he can see the "bottom" so its not a complete hole. *wipes brow. But to me...she is perfect. I can not tell you how much I am in love with this little girl. oh yea..
How the HELL do you go into the hospital one weight..have a csection..and come out weighing more than when you had a human baby in you? Go figure. So soon the battle of poundage will be on...Me verses it...and Im kicking butt!
Hmmm, Where to start? So much has been happening that its hard to keep up. I am officially 11 days away from delivering Harper. And my body feels like it is about to explode. I will include my recent belly picture so you all can feel my pain! My sister just found out she is pregnant...and well, Dont know how I feel about it...Her comment was...It sucks that you are getting attention, so i should get pregnant, and wham...here she is pregnant. She is now wanting us to change the babys name, wants to borrow her coming home outfit..wants my maternity clothes...is demanding a shower and expects the family to be generous. OY is all I can say...and shes only 5 weeks so this is going to be a longgggg 8 months. Peyton got accepted into a public 4 yr kindergarten program, and hes excited...I am excited. Yes, my boy is going to school...He is a little craphead. We had to get him a physical for school, he had a hearing test...I told the tech that he had selective hearing, she said so do all 4 yr olds...well she got what she deserves when she said...Peyton you have to tell me what it says. He said no you are boring me! (((my kid))) Harper has had me in and out of the hospital as of late, contracting 2 minutes apart, headaches, swelling and then she simmers down and they send me home. Just for a repeat a few days later. I have gained weight..*sigh..so the journey will begin again soon. And I cant wait..I had that taste of slimness and I want it again. I hope you are all doing well...Once I start dieting again, I will be back..yea i know its a good time to run before i get back!
Ok, Lets try this again. I was just hitting submit when my power decided to burp and I lost the whole damn thing.
I am now 30 weeks pregnant. Big and round. I had a doctors appointment today as a matter of fact. I just dont understand the human body I guess. I was much fatter and never had issues with my sugar. I took the 1 hour glucose test..and FAILED. Yes, I failed..I have never failed anything before in my life other than a pregnancy test. So I grin and bear it, suffer with the 3 hour glucose test. 2 weeks later (today) I hear...Well, you passed the 3 hour but...(dun dun dun) You seem to having issues processing sugar during mid day. Um..seriously...what the heck? I am now supposed to see a nutritionist to learn to eat properly. Who would have thought only eating 1 time a day was not healthy according to the pregnancy world? BLAH.
Well, I think our baby girl has a name nailed down...(drum roll) Harper Ann-Elise. She will be here no later than August 1. That is the date they set to evict her. I can't say im sad about it either...parts of my hurt that I didnt even know existed. Today I also signed consent for a tubal. I told my ob, that I would not be happy until i saw them puppies in a jar...He laughed at me. (this man obviously doesnt know me) Cut, tie, burn, donate to science would be option.
Where shall I begin? I hope that this blog finds you all well. I am just sitting here with my big fat baby belly. I am almost 25 weeks pregnant now. Still maintaining my weight. WOOHOOO! I was having a chat with a friend the other day and she said...you do know that you realistically could be down your 100 lb mark by this Christmas. And I thought about that, and was like WOW...100 lbs...I can do that. Now I am even more eager to get these next baby weeks going. She has been kicking my butt!!! I have been on bedrest for the last several weeks. Thanks to braxton hicks that wont go away. I stand more than 10-15 minutes and im doubled over with these "contractions" My family is going nuts with buying pink stuff. I dont think there is any pink left in the state of South Carolina. If there is, shhhh dont tell my family. I was thinking that I would love to have my first ever family pictures done, and weigh 100 lbs less..how awesome would that be? I have a new belly picture that I will upload..my mother inlaw said...that I was looking thin and you could even see the difference in my weight. Thank God. By the way, I think we are going to name the baby Harper. Harper needs a middle name. My family wants me to use Ann..so i need something to go with it, but I am at a total loss! I miss you all...Tatums mom...way to go on the new car. you rock! own it!
