February 29, 2012

Wordless(ful) Wednesday: The Oscars

If you know me at all, you know that I LOVE awards season. I had the great pleasure of attending the Red Carpet Authority's "Rock the Red Carpet" Oscar party in St. Cloud, MN on Sunday night with a very dear friend of mine whose company was a primary sponsor for the event. We enjoyed food and wine, games and prizes all to raise money for 3 worthy St. Cloud women's charities while watching the Oscar broadcast. While my table didn't win any of the fabulous designer prizes or the prize basket for being the best dressed ensemble (which I frankly think was rigged), I had an amazing time. I can't imagine a more fun way to watch the Oscars and hope that I will be invited back next year! 

The Help ensemble. Aren't we cute? My hair was bigger than that at one point...

Me, Angie & Debbie


February 24, 2012

Fabulous Friday: Revelations

Okay. So today isn't necessarily fabulous but I'm trying to stay positive.

It has been a crazy week in that I have had quite a few revelations.

1. I may have been wearing corrective lenses for the last 23 years and not actually needing them.
2. I have lost 37 pounds. I am in dire need of a new wardrobe.
3. Sometimes it is okay to not explain everything to your child.

Let me explain...

I may have been wearing corrective lenses for the last 23 years and not actually needing them
I went to the eye doctor on Tuesday for my annual check up and to put my order in for another year's worth of contact lenses. To my shock, he said that my vision is 20/20. Um. If my vision is 20/20 then why is everything so blurry and why have doctors been giving me glasses for the past 23 years? He believes that I have a condition called ocular rosacea. While I have a mild case of rosacea in my skin, I had no idea that it can affect your vision causing dry eye and blurriness. So, we are currently attempting to treat the rosacea with antibiotics and I am to go without wearing any contacts or glasses for the next 6 weeks to see if my vision improves. This is CRAZY to me. I was planning to get Lasik next year. Talk about saving myself thousands of dollars if this treatment works!!

I have lost 37 pounds. I am in dire need of a new wardrobe.
In the Dressing Room
It is no secret that I have been losing weight. Officially 37.3 pounds in the last year. I am 24 pounds from my goal weight. This is mind boggling for me. I FEEL AWESOME and the confidence that comes with knowing you look awesome too? Amazing. I am attending an Oscar party event this Sunday and my table's theme is "The Help" and yes that includes props and costumes. There will be a few maids and I will be dressing as one of the southern belles (think Jessica Chastain's character). In my hunt for a dress, I went into H & M to see what I could find, keeping in mind I have NEVER been able to fit into H & M's clothing so I usually avoided it. Not only did the clothing fit, but the bigger sizes were by far too big. The perfect dress I bought is too big (but it is perfect so I had to get it) and will need to be cinched with a belt so it doesn't look like a tent. I have been trying to hold off on buying new clothes but I really am starting to get to the point where my clothes are not wearable- even with a belt. I just can't believe how I look. I could not be any happier with my progress and am so thankful that I decided to make the switch to Medifast! Just 6 more weeks and I should be at my goal!! 

Sometimes it is okay to not explain everything to your child.
Me & My Drama King
For 3.5 years, we have been running a cool mist humidifier in Jack's room basically for the white noise element (and this thing is hella noisy). Well... this thing has run its course. Besides not being able to buy the filters for it anymore, I'm pretty sure the motor on it is about to break down. So, I bought the Graco Sweet Slumber Sound Machine to replace the nasty humidifier. I made the enormous mistake of telling Jack all about it and what it does. What happened? Well... of course he was scared of the new white noise sound and wouldn't go to sleep last night. I put the old humidifier back in and that scared him too- he said the light on it was a giant blue eye that was angry at him and was going to break all over the place (how does he come up with this stuff???). He then asked me to turn the new one back on (*sigh* *deep breaths*). I waited in his room for him to fall asleep, afraid that if I walked away he would be scared and we would have to start the process all over. He actually slept well all night other than a brief wakeup somewhere around 4am that could have been a number of things (all of them not related to the new sound machine). Where is the lesson here? Had I just plugged the thing in, maybe hid it behind the old humidifier and never said a word about it, he would have never known the difference and this whole dramatic episode could have been avoided.

To top off the night, cue my husband coming home last night from his "going away" happy hour and the first thing out of his mouth was "Empty the dishwasher." Following my 2 hours of trying to get the kid to go to sleep, I'm pretty sure that was about the final straw. I'm also sure if looks could kill, my husband would have been a bloody mess on the floor.

Can we just start the weekend now?

February 16, 2012

I Smell Change

That's right.

I smell it.

Change is in the air.

In a week and a half, my husband is starting a new job. He is excited and I am excited for him. It is a smaller company, better pay and NO MORE PAGERS. If you are a techie wife, you get where I am coming from. No more calls at 2:30 in the morning because his system went down. Despite these awesome things to come for him, there is always that transition period when starting a new job though where you feel like you are walking a little on thin ice. He won't be able to be home with Jack if he gets sick again (90 day no vacation policy after starting) and will probably be a little while until we see the flexible schedule for him again.

I have also made some decisions as far as my career versus being a SAHM. More to come on that front but there are exciting things cooking for me as well.

Probably the most important change that has happened for me is the change in my body. I've hesitated to talk about my Medifast experience as I got FLAMED pretty hard for jumping off the Weight Watchers wagon. Probably the most distressing comment I got was that the Medifast food was disgusting and I would just gain all the weight back anyway. Wow. Thanks for the support. Therefore, I have been a little shy about sharing my journey.

I am done justifying my reasons for changing programs. I will say this: it is the only weight loss program I have been on that keeps me completely honest. It is one of THE hardest programs I have ever done. Do I get hungry sometimes? Yes. Do I like all the food? Nope. Do I miss real food? Hell yes.

DOES IT WORK? YES.

Since I started Medifast on January 11:
  • I have lost 14.3 lbs for a total loss of 34.3 lbs since starting my healthiness journey in January 2011
  • I went from a BMI of 32 to 29 and am no longer considered "obese"
  • I went from a size 14 to a size 10 (12 depending on the designer...)
I have just 24 lbs left to lose. Compared to the daunting 60 to lose that was staring me down a year ago, my motivation to reach my goal is absolutely soaring.

Like any other program, I have had to get creative with the food I am able to eat. There are ways to modify the Medifast meals to taste a little better and even be a little more filling. There are also a ton of options for Lean and Green meals beyond a piece of meat and a salad. No matter how badly or how powerful the temptation is to cheat, I refuse to give in. This is just a short period of my life to sacrifice for the long term good of my health. No, that doesn't mean I'll run the Buffalo Wild Wings the first chance I get when I am done with the program. I will always have to watch what I eat. I will always have to exercise. Those things won't change. The only difference is: I will be at my healthy goal weight.

So yes, my friends. I smell change. Good change. Positive change. Happy change.


February 14, 2012

Valentine's Day In My World

My distaste for Valentine's Day started about 6 years ago.

Married just 4 months, my husband attempted to surprise me by sending me flowers at work. All day, he kept calling me to see "what was up" and I was actually getting annoyed by the frequency of his calls. He NEVER calls me that many times in a day. By the end of the day, he finally asked me if anything showed up at my office for me. His surprise was ruined after telling me I was supposed to get flowers that never showed up. Being the sweet guy he is, he quickly ran out to the nearest florist and bought me flowers so I would be at least somewhat surprised when I got home. He more than made up for FTD's major fail. The funniest part of the story is that I got the flowers. The next day. They were dead. It was awful. FTD offered to send new ones... um... thanks but the moment has passed. He actually had to BEG for a refund. WTH?

We actually chuckle about that story now. It has completely changed how we celebrate (or don't celebrate) Valentine's Day to this day.

It amazes me how much as changed in the last 6 years since that fateful Valentine's Day. On Sunday, we went to my godson's baptism at the same church that we got married in 6 1/2 years ago. At the end of the regular mass, to my surprise, they were holding a vow renewal for all married couples. Standing there, our 3.5 year old in our arms, trying to say our vows over our child's interruptions, I smiled. This little family we created is our life now and it was the perfect moment to renew our vow and commitment to each other and to our family.

Following the baptism, we went to the luncheon and I was asked, "So what are your plans for Valentine's Day." Without hesitation, I told him we were going to a party at Jack's preschool. He looked at me funny and asked what WE (me and my husband) were doing. With a confused look and a chuckle, I said that we don't really specifically celebrate the day anymore.

Valentine's Day has really turned into a day to simply celebrate our family and our love for each other. It doesn't need to be filled with gifts or flowers that will die in a week anyway (I'm lucky if they last that long).  I definitely don't need chocolates or candies. As long as we spend time together, that is enough for me.

Although... I did treat myself to a new pair of Rock & Republic jeans... I never said you couldn't buy gifts for yourself!

 How do you celebrate Valentine's Day?


February 12, 2012

The Inspiration of Whitney

I wasn't more than 10 or 11 years old the first time I really "heard" Whitney. I distinctly remember me and my best friend putting the Whitney cassette tape in the boombox and cranking "I Wanna Dance With Somebody" as loud as it could possibly go.

We danced. We sang.

With a hairbrush in my hand and my bed as my stage, I sang all of her songs from the top of my lungs. She made me want to sing. Her music truly represented my teen years. The fun. The heartache. I even remember who I was on a date with when I went to see The Bodyguard. I auditioned for a talent show singing "One Moment In Time." To say that I was inspired by Whitney's music is an understatement.

It seems a nearly constant that we hear of celebrity deaths. I am a bit numb to it in this modern day of media. However, Whitney's death saddened me. I wanted so much for her to make a comeback. I wanted to hear her voice on the radio again. No other artist's talent and music meant more to me.

I pray for peace and healing for her family. I hope she knows that her music truly will live on forever.

Need I say more?


February 08, 2012

A New Era: Strep Throat

And so it begins... The strep throat era.

I knew it would come. Both my husband and I suffered through that era as children. I was hoping we wouldn't have to relive the agony.

I was wrong.

We knew when Jack started coughing a week and a half ago that something was up. However, he was still our happy-go-lucky guy and had no fever, so we didn't sweat it. A week ago Wednesday the fever began and didn't stop for 6 days. There was a notice on the door to his classroom of pneumonia and it was the first thought that came to mind. So that evening, we brought him into the doctor, had x-rays done and to my surprise, no pneumonia. We were placed into the "watchful waiting" category as he had no visible signs of infection from his lungs or ears. All this followed by the most horrific night's sleep we've had since who knows when. By Friday, with a fever still raging, my husband insisted on bringing him in again as he seemed to be getting worse. The doctor said his ears and lungs and both were clear, but his "tonsils looked large and bumpy". Again. Sent on our way to ride it out. The weekend went on and Jack's fever dropped but was still hovering in the 99-100 range. So we took a chance and brought him to daycare on Monday.

Big mistake.

By noon, we had gotten a call that Jack's fever was 100.8 (insert eye roll just as most doctors do for this temp) and he was complaining that both his ears were hurting. When I arrived at school after rushing around frantically to get out of work, he was peacefully napping. Any parent knows... it really sucks to wake your kid up (not to mention the 5 other sweetly sleeping preschoolers napping around him). He was in a haze and he was pissed. I attempted to get him out without waking the others and he cried all the way home. He was calling me Mama which he never calls me so I knew he was in agony. Meanwhile, my husband who was fed up with Jack's lingering illness, called the nurse line at our peds clinic. They thought we should bring him in for a strep test just to rule it out.

No more than 5 minutes after the throat culture, the nurse came out and told us his test was a big fat positive. Strep. We have been struggling with oral antibiotics with him for some time and when they offered a shot of amoxicillin in place of oral antibiotics, we took it. Yes, it is horrific seeing your child in pain but is the 5 minute pain of a shot any worse than the agony of shoving antibiotics down his throat (literally... that's what it has come to)? If you've been barfed on because of forcing antibiotics down your kid's throat then you know what I'm talking about. I am pissed that the doctor on Friday didn't give him a throat culture. You have a kid with large, bumpy tonsils complaining of a sore throat and has a fever, isn't it even worth a try? I feel like all of this mayhem could've been avoided and I will admit, I'm more than a little pissed off about it.

My friends, you know strep. You probably had it as a kid. It's the gift that keeps on giving. The husband and I started feeling symptoms over the weekend and when Jack's test came back positive, we promptly made appointments at our big people clinic. Both positive as well and sent on our merry way to be quarantined for the next 24 hours.

I am hoping over time that our bodies will build up immunity to it because let me tell you. It sucked. Agony. Not sure if vicodin would have worked on that type of pain, but I seriously considered taking a couple leftovers from my surgery last summer. Oh yes, we have been enjoying the sledgehammer bashing headaches, the raging sore throats, the fevers and exhaustion beyond compare. Officially on day 3, I am feeling better but not 100%. I am no longer contagious even though everyone is standing far away from me (rightfully so). I have kind of been daydreaming about what a nap would feel like at this particular point in time.

We had a good long run without any illness and I shouldn't really be complaining, so I apologize for the whining. Yet, I am pondering what childhood illnesses I have yet to be re-plauged with. I already got the sinus infections, pink eye and strep on my list. Any I'm missing here?

Just one of the many pleasures of having kids. But you know what? Despite my whining, I wouldn't change it for the world.



 
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