Showing posts with label Help. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Help. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 5

Ready to Run

As a part of my losing weight goal on my little bucket list, I have decided to start running. I know what you're saying, Teresa doesn't like to run. You're right, I don't. But I have to do SOMETHING and I can do this with the stroller I have right now or on my own.

So I looked online for training programs and found one I think will work. It starts off with some walking, then goes to walking and jogging, then mixes in some running for a couple of weeks, then I'm running all week.

My goal is to be able to run in the State Fair Milk Run at the end of the summer. Whether or not I will be able to run in the actual Milk Run (the event itself) is not really the point, but I do want to be able to run it by the end of the summer.

Wish me luck!

Tuesday, January 18

Worst. Mom. Ever!

I know that I am NOT the worst mom ever, but sometimes I feel that way. Brian gets VERY tired of me saying it, but there are times when I feel like it. When I don't get to see Adelle as often as I want to (because of school commitments), when I try to give her new food and she doesn't take it right away - I have her try it more than once, or when I take care of her all day and she is super fussy so when Brian gets home I sometimes leave the room (so I don't go insane). But today takes the cake.

Today sucked. Completely.

Adelle and I fell down the stairs. She fell out of my arms and ended up rolling, like a log, down a few stairs. She cried right away, doesn't have any bruises, her pupils were fine and she didn't have any trouble breathing. She had her helmet on and was walking around, squatting, standing, and talking like normal the rest of the day. I called the doctor right away, then called Brian. I have been crying since it happened! HOW did she come out of my arms?

Today is a day I feel like the worst mom ever. Ever!

We gave Adelle a bath tonight and looked at her body again, to make sure she didn't have any bruising. She doesn't and nothing seems tender or sore. I mean, I have moved her arms and legs and gently pressed my hand against her belly, abdomen and back.

:(

I understand that this has happened to other people, and that children fall off beds. I also understand that children fall and they are generally fine, you should just keep an eye on them. But nothing stops you from feeling the way you feel when it happens to you and your child.

PLEASE chime in if you've had something like this happen. I truly feel like I am alone in this, and, like the worst mom ever!!

Tuesday, March 9

Part Vent and Part Asking for Help

I am chubby.

I know this and was starting to do something about it when we found out I was pregnant. We watched my weight throughout my pregnancy and it was fantastic, "right where it should be for a healthy pregnancy," the doctor said, "you're doing great." Now that I am two months out, I am right back where I started, before pregnancy, and want to do something about it.

This is where the venting begins...
I know a person who makes comments about people being fat all the time. This person says, "If you don't want to be fat, don't be. It's as simple as that. Make sure you're burning more calories than you are taking in. Simple." IT'S NOT THAT SIMPLE for some people. When I was pregnant, we were talking about going to the gym to work out. This person asked a group of us if we exercise when we get home from work. Bring almost 8 months pregnant I said sarcastically, "Walking is enough exercise for me!" while I rubbed my belly. To this the person said, "Really? Do you think so?" So then I said, "When I get home I go for a walk with Brian then I have to sit down because I am exhausted - I'm growing a person here!!" They just smiled and walked away - WTH!

Another person I know really makes me upset because they often talk of, "fat chicks." When talking about giving birth and pregnancy they've said, "I don't know how any fat chick could do it!" When I heard this, Brian and I were just starting out journey and it made me mad because, well, I am said "fat chick." I wanted to prove this person wrong, and kick the person in the throat a little bit. I was also hoping that this person would visit us in the hospital so I could look at them and say, "What do you know, fat chicks CAN do it!" But they didn't come to visit.

UGH!

This is where I am asking for help...
I need and want to do something about my weight. I see the beautiful pictures Katie took of my family and all I see is that fat chick. I hate that chubby version of me! I need help. I need and want to go hiking, walking, biking, swimming, etc. I need and want to be active and good company will help!

So - does anyone want to set up exercise dates with me/us? I like to walk around the MOA when it's crappy outside and I love walking in general. Swimming is another favorite of mine but I can't do it that often because of my eczema (which is really bad now that Addie is here). I also love to go for bike rides, though I like a leisurely ride and not one that will keep up with Lance Armstrong.

If you want to set something up send me an email!