Come so far...but maybe not?

I started this trend in early 2000 through 2002 of taking measurements on my body since I felt weight wasn't a true measurement of fitness. I was at the beginning of my 30's and got back into fitness and wanted a way to measure my success since weight wasn't really a factor. I kept an Excel spreadsheet of my measurements over the course of those 2 years. Since Katie was born (1/2006) I've gotten back into the same fitness bug minus the running part for the past 3 years. I figured that since I have been dedicating 4-5 hours a week to working out and feel that I'm in the best shape I've been in years that I would see how my measurements stack up to 7 years ago. Of c0urse I thought I would blow the numbers away from Aug. 2002 given my dedication and determination of the last few years but.......the highest measurement amount lost was in the bust...1 inches to be exact! What woman wants to lose in their bust, a most trusted asset? Ughhhh.

My weight is the same as 8/2002 and I actually gained 1/4- 1/2" in the waist and thighs. I did lose 1/2" in the arms & calves but who cares about them? I'm so pissed that after all the work I have done to get into shape that I can't get back there. I'm convinced that having kids added extra fat that no matter how hard I try I can't get rid of!

I used to have a nice rack and now I just have huge hips? It's just not fair!

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Partied Out

I must be getting old when I can't handle partying anymore. My body had not recovered from the Dead show last weekend and the chaos of this weekend's partying is taking it's toll. On Saturday, I had Brian's 40th bday party which was more like a kid fiesta than an adult party but everyone had a good time. I honestly think everyone was thrilled to have their kids burn off tons of energy while the adults ate and drank. An easy bedtime for all! I drank a little too much wine and didn't eat enough so I was feeling the affects of wine stomach around 2 AM. I really wanted to stay in and sleep on Sunday but my friends Joe & Heather's baby boy Sam was getting baptized. I guess that's the hidden Catholic side of me coming out because if I wasn't so lazy I would go to church every Sunday. I just think baptism is the beginning of a journey for a newborn and is an amazing first milestone in such a young life ( more hidden Catholic....).

After the baptism, Joe was having a little BBQ. I've lost my baby touch...I was holding big Sam who's now 3 months old and he was so squirmy I thought I was going to drop him! We ended up staying at Joe's until 6 PM and I had a few glasses of wine there too...How can you not have a few glasses of wine when you're hanging out w/good friends on a beautiful day? I'm so tired and my house is still a bit of mess from Brian's party. I feel like I gained back the 5lbs I lost but Ezell's fried chicken is worth it..I ate two pieces today. Come Tuesday I'm swearing off the alcohol and getting back to the gym but I'll still be eating that Ezell's until it's gone....

A Day in the Life

I'm trying to take a positive approach and decided to list out the good and bad things that happened to me today in an effort to prove my day was not as bad as it seemed.

BAD

1. 15lb. cat kept walking on me as I slept, waking me up
2. Alex up at 6 AM..again
3. Stepped barefoot in cat vomit as I got out of bed
4. At breakfast, Alex threw a roll of paper towels, hit my full cup of coffee which spilled all over me
5. School drop off during Monsoon, got soaking wet
6. School drop off, minivan grazes my car because she doesn't know how to parallel park
7. Katie doesn't take a nap so between 5 - 7 PM she is miserable.
8. Alex is miserable by 7:30 PM since he has been getting up at 6 AM for the last 2 days.
9. Not drinking because of the calories involved
10. Husband home before 6 PM but not listening once again on how to handle Alex when miserable makes situation worse

GOOD

1. Made it to my Yoga class for the first time in a few weeks
2. Ate a handful of M&M's (which probably equalled the calories of my Martini)
3. Rain stopped prior to school pick-up
4. Found all the library books since they're due tomorrow.

Well, there you have it! Not a very stellar day tomorrow can only be better.

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Norman the Cat

Poor Norman my old fat cat. He went to his annual check up and his weight is over 15 lbs. At least the vet. said he was big boned afterall! Norman needs to take an antibiotic and ear drops for the next week and so the vet. showed me how to give him a pill and do the ear drops. I thought no problem....I was wrong. The cat is pretty PO'd with me right now and didn't even sleep with me for a night. Brian and I have to work together to give the cat the pill...Brian wrenches the cat's head back and peels open his mouth and I then drop the pill in and flush it with a dropper of water. It's quite traumatic for all of us. The cat even found a new hiding place in the house this morning and it took me 20 minutes to find it. As for the ear drops, I manage to get them in his ear but usually can't hold his head tight enough. I then get sprayed by the stuff flying out of his ear after he thrashes his head around. I feel so bad that I'm going to hurt him but if he just hold still damn it....it wouldn't be so bad. I'm really dreading having to get up early every day this week to make sure the cat gets the pill before Brian leaves for work. Hopefully he doesn't claw me this week.

So this is a totally boring post..ha ha ha ha ha. I'm tired but it's not 9 o'clock yet so it's too early to go to bed so I'm wasting time on the computer.

Penelope Puppy takes a swim

I'll admit that there are times that I wish I had a girl instead of a boy. My son is just plain icky sometimes. Once his bladder is completely full he'll run to the bathroom with his pants and underwear at his ankles and spray everywhere in the vicinity of the toilet like a firehose. Gross Gross Gross!

Today I have confession on my son's awful stupid behavior and yet another time I wish I had a girl. His teacher sent him home with Penelope Puppy a stuffed animal for the evening and then Alex writes what he did with her in her journal. Alex had been playing with Penelope when he started doing the "Potty Dance". As usual, I asked him if he had to go and he wiggled around for another 5 minutes until his bladder was at maximum capacity and he sprinted for the bathroom. The next thing I hear is..."Momma, Penelope is all wet"...Oh no could it be? Yes it was..not only did he pee all around the toilet but dropped poor Penelope in the potty. Gross! I quickly washed her off and gave her a good blow dry with my hairdryer. As Alex was writing in Penelope's journal, he just didn't mention that she took a swim in our toilet. This situation would not have happened if I had a girl.

Drab! Drab! Drab!

I went to a dinner party last night where there was 12 other people and I really only knew 3 of the folks there. Seeing that it is Spring, I chose to wear my new pink dress which in Seattle is a very bold fashion statement. I normally can't wear pink but this is just a beautiful darker shade that I just love. Since the dress was sleeveless I wore a short sleeve white cardigan and my pointy white kitten heeled pumps. Mental note: those damn shoes are dangerous to walk in after a few too many drinks.

I show up to the party and all the women are dressed in what I call Seattle Drab.....jeans and some earth-toned shirt...I felt a little self conscience since I really didn't know these people that well but I reminded them all that it was Spring and you can officially wear white and other bright colors. After way too much wine, my husband had to listen to me rant about how much I hate the Seattle Drab fashion for the entire ride home. Drab! Drab! Drab! I kept saying to him.

I didn't get to bed until sometime around 1 AM and my kids were up by 7 AM ...Damn them! Here it is 8 AM, my head is pounding, and I'm laying in bed thinking it is never a good idea to stay out late and drink. To add insult to injury, my 3 year old is playing "Pong" with a ballon on my bed as I'm hoping that all the bouncing won't make me vomit. I'll never learn.

Lazy, Lazy, Lazy

Since Brian's surgery I can't seem to get motivated to make what I consider "progress" in my life. I usually try to set some goals to feel like I have maybe accomplished something above and beyond my housewife duties. I just putz around and get the normal things done...laundry, dishes, family feeding, and other various kid obligations. But man is my life boring right now. I need summer to come around soon to get out of this funk. Some sunshine and warm weather would sure help.