Posted by AVM

This post has nothing to do with children or parenting. It’s all about me, myself, and I.  Feel free to tune out. On January 4th, I vowed to get healthier and lose weight.  As of tonight, Sunday, April 18, I have officially lost 32 pounds.  That is six pounds more than Lovey, my three-and-a-half-year-old, weighs.  If you count the baby weight I lost after I gave birth to CeeCee (which was really all water weight, swelling, and bloat), I am 69 pounds lighter today than I was at the end of August, 2009.  This paragraph so far sounds like I’m tooting my own horn, and in a sense, I am.  But I am hoping that anyone reading this might be inspired to jump start their goals – be it weight loss or otherwise – because if I can change, anyone can.  And I know everyone says that, but I really mean it.  You’ll just have to trust me on that.  I am simply following Weight Watchers, and I have really changed the way I think about food.  I’m not perfect, and I have my bad eating days (like today).  But I’m balancing the rest of my life out, and that’s where my progress is made.  The secret potion was there all the time, just like Dorothy’s slippers.  There is no magic, I just had to be ready.  And I was.  I am.  Here are some positive changes that have happened since my 32 pound weight loss:

  • I’m no longer winded taking stairs.  The three flights up to my office are cake.
  • My family is eating a healthy dinner together nearly every night.  Instead of fattening meals, they’re lean.  Less pasta, more chicken, and yes, we’re all surviving just fine.
  • I am fitting into clothes that I haven’t been able to wear in over two years.  This is a personal favorite – nothing feels better.
  • I have more energy, I’m much more happy to go to the playground with Lovey than I’ve been in the past.
  • I bought these shoes for myself as a little present for hitting the big 3-0.  They have Fitz’s stamp of approval, as I am not the fashion guru of the bunch.
  • I am still motivated to keep on to my goal, which, in January seemed insurmountable, and now, is on the distant horizon.  I am a third of the way there.  I can do this.

As it turns out, this post has everything to do with my children.  Thanks for listening, as always.


Posted by AVM

I’m feeling kind of in a glass-half-empty/glass-half-full kind of mood (I really have no business complaining about any of it – life is good – it’s the lack of sleep making me do it).  And while I’m still on vacation, I’ll keep it brief, but let you know what I mean. 

Half Empty:

  • The four of us are sick.  The kind of sick that hurts your throat, makes your inner-ear itchy, and stuffs you up.  Just in time to return to school and work. 
  • Lovey was up all night (and so I was up all night) with a terrible croupy cough.  We’re 150 miles away from our pediatrician and I left the tylenol at home, of course.  Off to CVS.  And I’m sure she’s going to be in a GREAT mood today. 
  • Who has time to be sick? 

Half Full:

  • We had an unexpected snow-induced six days off and decided to get away for the long weekend.  It is so nice to be away sometimes, you know?
  • For Valentine’s Day, my husband and I had a fantastic night out for a delicious dinner and a great movie that I’m still thinking about.  If you have the chance, see A Single Man (an odd choice for Valentine’s Day, I know). It was wonderfully done. 
  • As of this morning, I am down 17.5 pounds, and I feel as motivated today as I did the day I started this change in lifestyle on January 4th. 

Posted by AVM

I know the three of us moms who blog here at My Mom Genes have had numerous recent posts about the trials and tribulations of potty training.  Here’s another one for you.  I hope the fact that we’re all going through it means that you all can relate too, and it’s a common source of anxiety for most of us moms.  And for those of you who had the easy potty training experience with your child, I hate you (Just – sort of – kidding).

Lovey has been potty trained for months to pee on the potty.  She wears panties during the day, she (close to) never has accidents.  For all other functions, she waits until I put a pull-up on her after the bath to go.  I have tried all the tricks we all try.  Bribery, promises of the best toys and far away lands to visit. . .if. . .only. . .you will just poop where you’re supposed to poop.  Nothing.  On Monday, in a bizarre turn of events – it happened!  I brought out the big brass band to celebrate!  We called Daddy, we called Mema (her grandmother), we phoned the newspapers.  Everyone was excited.  And so, clearly, I thought we turned a corner.  I thought we were done.  Nope.  She held it for the next 5 days.  Saturday evening is a night of which I am neither proud, nor do I ever want to relive.  I am sufficiently traumatized to the point that I will not be asking her about wanting to use the potty for those purposes again until she’s 20 years old.  She wins.  Checkmate.

New Year’s Resolution Update: As of this morning, three weeks in, I am officially down a total of 13.5 pounds!  Thanks for keeping me honest, people!

Posted by AVM

The realization hit me this weekend that I will never have another infant.  My CeeCee is four and a half months old now and gone is that infant stage.  She’s starting to hit bigger milestones and becoming mobile (or way more squirmy) is just around the corner.  This weekend, the swing went into the basement and up came the exersaucer and the highchair.  While the infant stage isn’t my favorite by any means, I’m still mourning its passing.  I know we’re not having more children – at least I think we’re not having any more children – and I already miss having a tiny swaddly infant who naps for hours on your chest.  I know cognitively that I’m happy to be passed that infancy stage because it means every day is a day closer to when my children can bathe and dress themselves (sigh, imagine?), when traveling will be a breeze with older kids, when they will play with each other and be friends  – but the pang of knowing this is it is there right now.  I’m either A) never content and in the moment or B) I hate change.  Take your pick.

Oh, and in totally unrelated news, here’s a small update on my New Year’s Resolution.  I can’t promise I’m going to post an update every week, but I promise you’ll get  something at least once a month – for better or for worse.  I joined Weight Watchers exactly a week ago today.  I have been excited about working this plan all week and can’t believe that I – the girl who’s been on every diet – have never been on Weight Watchers.  It’s been a great week!  The online version is right up my alley – it’s like fitting puzzle pieces together s0 that your points work out at the end of the day.   I want to thank Crista for turning me on to this blog as I’ve made four or five recipes from it already, and I’ve loved every one (and so have Lovey and my husband – a coup!).  Here’s what’s on the menu tonight! And so. . .drumroll please. . . I’m down 6 pounds as of this morning.  Not a bad start!  How have your resolutions been going, one week in?

Posted by AVM

And so begins the general malaise that sets in right after new year’s day until you see the first crocuses poke their heads up through the thawing ground.  Gone is the cozy feeling of a snowy white holiday and in its place is the is-winter-ever-going-to-end attitude we all share.  It’s inevitable.  Let’s get through it together, shall we?

I read a lot of blogs.  Too many.  I’d say 60-70% of the posts I read over the last couple of days were all about how losing weight and getting in shape are THE resolutions for 2010.  I can’t ever remember having another resolution, honestly.  I’ve been on a diet since I’ve been 12 years old.  In fact, looking at old photos of myself from high school and college – times where I was equally as unhappy with my figure as I am now – I realize that I had nothing to complain about back then.  Nothing to hate.  I wasn’t rail thin, but I was fine.  Healthy.  I looked great (ok, I could have REALLY used an eyebrow waxing).  Maybe if I had been kinder and less judgmental to the girl in those pictures, I wouldn’t be where I am now – truly in need of dropping some serious weight.  Ladies, what’s the matter with us?  I want to go back and have a chat with that young, pretty girl.  I’d have more to say to her than I could write here, but she is my inspiration for my new and improved new year’s resolution.  I resolve to lead by example for my daughters.  That means exercising and eating healthy and losing weight.  I want them to admire me – not for being thin – but for valuing myself enough to treat my body the right way. And in moments of weakness, I promise to remember that this is for my family, three people I would do anything for, and a healthier life is hardly a sacrifice.  I’ll be updating you all on my progress.  And now that it’s out there, I can’t take it back.

Posted by Fitz

As 2008 is winding down and we teeter on the brink of a brand new year, I’d like to share some of my New Year’s Resolutions with you.  Here they are, in all of their honest-to-God, wow-this-is-embarassing, don’t-hate-me-because-I’m-beautiful glory:

1. I vow that, in 2009, I will finally get rid of the muffin top that I was supposed to have lost in 2008. As a side note, I will also stop quitting Weight Watchers and complaining about how fat I am and actually use that time to work out or do something else that doesn’t involve a Cheeto or a baked good.

2. I vow to stop the terrible practice of telling my husband I have to go downstairs to change the laundry when I really go downstairs to lie on the couch for 10 minutes alone (then scramble to do laundry really, really fast).

3. I vow to teach The Bean manners, patience, and other factors that lead to good behavior and citizenship. I will not give in and allow any semblance of poor behavior because she’s sick, cute, cranky, hungry, tired, or because it’s just plain easier.

4. I will continue to remind myself that taking my pants (whether they are PJs, sweats, jeans, or dress pants) off every once in awhile will have a more positive impact on my relationship than 30 minutes of extra sleep (although that helps sometimes, too).

5. I will remain strong in my endeavor to coax The Bean into eating fruit that doesn’t have a picture of a baby on the front of its container. This should have a pleasant aftershock of showing The Bean that healthy food typically does not come in jar, can, or plastic container form.

6. I vow to acknowledge and take action against every dirty diaper that I smell, and not feign surprise when my husband notices the odor that I registered a good five minutes ago.

7. I will find the strength to try to have another child, although it will probably take most of the year to scrape my guts all together and make it happen.

8. I vow to not give anyone a dirty look whenever they comment about how The Bean’s feistiness could in fact be karma for my own childhood behavior.

9. I resolve to get over the fact that The Bean thinks that Mommy only says “No, no, no!” and that everyone else in the family thinks it’s freaking hilarious.

10. I vow to cherish the women in my life, and show them the gratitude I feel when I think about how lucky I am to have such excellent role models as friends and fellow moms.

Happy New Year to all of our readers…we love you and respect everything you do for your children. We’ll see you again in 2009!