On the Sunny, Sunny Side of the Beach

Clearly I have issues when it comes to sticking with things.  Like this blog for instance.  This is actually my second blog.  I let the other one lapse for so long, that when I went back to look at it I was so thoroughly embarrassed by my immaturity and ridiculousness I just deleted the whole thing and started fresh here.  I’m not exactly the sentimental type.  And here we are again.  It’s been over a year since I’ve even looked at this space. I was very tempted to just shut this one down and start over.  Again.  That seems to be my default.  Try something new; stick with it a little while; forget about it (because it’s too hard, life is too busy, I don’t feel like it, and on and on…), then dump it and start over.  The only things sacred to me are my relationships with God and my husband.  Those I don’t mess with.

Instead of starting from scratch I changed the name.  Do you like my play on words?  Sunny Side of the BEACH?!?  The beach is my happy place.  So cliche, but truth in this case.  I am at my happiest, calmest, most relaxed, and least crazy self when the sun is shining, my toes are in the sand, and the waves are within reach.  Sadly, I live in Indiana.  We do have Lake Michigan nearby, but hello…it’s not salty!  I did have a good time there with friends last week, but it’s still a lake…a murky one at that.  So, that’s the reason behind the name.  It’s weird. It’s me.  Whatever.

I refuse to look back at previous posts lest I change my mind about deleting them, but I did notice the last thing I wrote was about Trim Healthy Mama.  Guess what?!?  I stuck with something.  For a WHOLE year!  The Trim Healthy Mama community has become a sub-culture of sorts with all kinds of acronyms and it’s own special language.  Most people are lost when they first join the “club”.  I won’t bore you with all the info (though I’ve become quite the expert at sharing the plan with people.)  (I even have visual aids and graphs:) )  Back to me sticking with it.  Yesterday I celebrated what we Mama’s like to call our “Trimaversary”, the anniversary of the day you started following the plan.

For some it’s a big deal because of the weight and inches they lost and the health they gained.  That happened for me for sure, but the real reason I made such a big deal about my Trimaversary was because I stuck with it.  I actually set a goal to get healthier last year by eating whole foods in a specific way, and I did it. I did it!  And I didn’t die.   Admittedly I did not reach my goal weight, but that’s not important to me anymore.  Numbers do not define me, and I am healthier…so there!

Today is day one of my next year.  I have a lot of big things going down in this next year, but my personal goal in all of this is to get stronger.  If it takes me an entire year to be able to do 10 real push-ups then so be it, but I will gain strength this year.  Physically in my body, and as I have come to learn this past year, when you work on something and allow God to work on you through it, everything else changes too!

Here’s to hoping it doesn’t take me another year to write more here.

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July 2015/July 2016

 

 

On Becoming a Trim Healthy Mama

It’s Saturday morning.  It’s raining.  It’s a good day to lay on the couch under a blanket and overdo Netflix and searching the internet for all kinds of things you had no idea were so important or that you needed.😉 At least that’s how my day seems to be starting out.

The transitions in my life seem to be smoothing out a bit although there’s still a bump here or there.  At least as far as being employed is concerned.  The bottom line is I’m very high maintenance for myself.  That really makes no sense unless you’re also a type A personality with OCD.  I’m working through it with God’s grace and strength and I know the outcome will be for my good and His glory.

There’s been another pretty big change going on in my life personally that’s also been tough to handle at times.  My battle with weight, body image, and food.  I know I’m not alone in this.  Just look at the diet industry and the billions they make on selling the perfect plan to get you perfectly healthy and the perfect body.  Most of it is garbage and not worth a second glance.  I only became sold on what I’m about to share with you because my friend, Sarah, had this book and I saw the difference I was making for her.

I went to visit my PA People (that would be my friends and family near Philly where I’m originally from) and stayed with Sarah and her family.  She had a book called Trim Healthy Mama and one night I read a couple chapters and decided it was worth it to buy that book and read the whole thing.  I fully intended to order the book when I got back from that trip well over a year ago.  I didn’t.  Totally forgot.

This summer we went on vacation with 4 other families to the Outer Banks of North Carolina.  Best vacation so far!  Sarah brought her Trim Healthy Mama book and let me taste some of the things she was making and eating on this “diet.”  I saw that it was working for her and since I’ve been gluten free for years and dairy free for about 6 months, I thought I could manage it too.

After vacation I ordered the book from Amazon.  That was the beginning of July, and I’ve been messing around with this eating plan since.  I’ve not been what the book calls “on plan” 100% of the time but I’ve definitely lost inches and a few pounds.  Mostly because this plan shuns sugar and works to keep your levels, well, level.  I’ve not used sugar in things in a long time.  I switched to stevia a few years ago, but when I realized how sugar is in nearly EVERY processed or packaged food, it was alarming.  And kind of annoying.  Now I have to read labels for sugar as well as gluten!   I’d had some weird symptons lately and the doctor did a blood panel.  I was concerned diabetes could be the problem.  Nope.  I’m fine.  I want to stay fine, so I’ve been following this Trim Healthy Mama way of eating for over a month now.

I’ve seen huge benefits in how I feel (I have much more energy), and my pain level (arthritis is definitely better), but it’s been hard too.  The best thing about THM (Trim Healthy Mama) is that it is biblibally based!  There’s a whole chapter on food and what God says about it in the Bible.  There are no food groups excluded!  I love dairy and was blaming it for a lot of my digestive and pain problems.  Turns out the culprite was sugar.  Now I’m back on dairy and loving my eggs with cheese!  Cheese is my friend!

I will say the science behind the eating plan is tough to comprehend sometimes, especially if you’ve been a yo-yo dieter your whole life.  It’s amazingly sound though and can make sense if you give it time.  The two most important things:  read the WHOLE book before you start and make use of the online facebook community and helps they’ve come up with.  That part is the only reason I’ve had any success!   This is not something I’m doing to get skinny.  I just want to be healthy.  This is how I’ll be eating the rest of my life.  I’m ok with that.  It’ll be something I talk about it.  A lot.  If you want to see the original mamas who put this plan together, check them out here.  Some of you old school, Christian music fans may recognize them.

Happy Saturday, friends!  I challenge you to make at least one healthy choice for yourselves today:)

*Off topic, but I need to make one other book recommendation!  My friend, Jenny Simmons, book was released this past week: The Road to Becoming.  It is SO good!  I read it way back when it was just a document emailed to me and it helped me recognize God in some big life hurdles.  Now I’m so excited to have it in hand, bound and with a really cool cover.  If you pair it with her CD (you can get it on itunes), you will be so ministered to!  Check them both out and be blessed in the becoming!

Grace in the Transition

That was a really long sabbatical from writing!  It’s both nice to find this space still here, but also goes to show once you put something out there on the net it’s always out there.  That part’s a little scary.

“So, what’s been going on, Mongold?”  I’m so glad you asked!  Life has happened in all it’s glory.  A quick update on the fam…Marissa is almost 21 (in less than two weeks!)  That’s just crazy.  She’s in her junior year at Valparaiso University for Elementary Education and loving it.  You can also find her at the mall working at Build-a-Bear on the weekends.   Bekah is 19 and a sophomore at Indiana University Northwest for musical theater, involved in community theater, and being a princess at A Spoonful of Magic Princess Parties.  Both girls still live at home and commute to school.  Alisha is a junior in high school and in advanced orchestra this year while taking five AP/dual credit classes.  She’s 16 and trying to accumulate her 50 hours of driving time so she can get her license.  I will rejoice when that day comes as my ferrying days will be over! Phil is good. He doesn’t change.  Solid and dependable as they come.  I thank God for him and his character daily!

Now comes the lengthy part.  All the change that’s been happening in my life.  There’s been a lot!  The biggest change is my job.  We went to the same church for 18 years, then six years ago felt it was time to move on.  We landed at Bethel Church and have grown in our walk with God since.  For 13 years I was part of the daycare/school of our former church.  See the overlap? Yeah…it was stressful at times during those 5 years, but God walked me through it and I learned a lot about myself, about Him and His grace in that time. The 2014/2015 school year was my last there.  It was so hard to make that decision.  Going from what’s known, even if it’s become a place of pain, to the unknown is really hard for me.  Through much prayer, Bible study, the support of Celebrate Recovery, and a good therapist I’m finding God’s grace in this time of transition.

I’m a type A personality all the way.  I want to do things perfectly right the first time.  Think Mary Poppins.  I’d like to be “practically perfect in every way” even if that’s not a realistic goal.  If I don’t…well, it can get ugly in my brain and sadly, sometimes spill out onto others in not so nice or encouraging ways. I do NOT have a poker face, even if I have disciplined myself to keep my words in.

At the end of the school year I started looking for other teaching positions right away.  I came to find out that even if you have taught and managed daycare classrooms from newborn to middle school, taught Pre-Kindergarten for almost a decade, taught full day Kindergarten for two years, and many children to read and read well, if you didn’t go to college and you don’t have a degree you are not qualified for more than monitoring kids at lunch and recess.  Even in private, Christian schools, and some preschools.  I get it.  I really do.  They want people with the skills and knowledge needed to teach children correctly and professionally.  It doesn’t matter that I know I have these skills, or that I could easily get hundreds of signatures saying I do…it means nothing.

That was a hard hit to take.  I had an inkling that this would be the case when I left my former position, I just hoped I would the exception to their rules.  One thing I’ve learned over this last summer is to trust God and walk in humility.  I tutored preschool through elementary aged kids all summer (first summer I’ve had to work in 13 years!) and that was challenging.  I really enjoyed it though and should those clients or new ones call, I will continue to tutor.  I was offered four jobs: a less-than-part-time preschool position, a less-than-part-time, private school 3rd grade aide position (but in the school I most wanted to work in), subbing in a local public school district, and a part-time PreK position.  I accepted the PreK position at Thornridge Preschool. The director of the school and I immediately hit it off and I felt it was more important for me to work with encouraging, positive people than anything else.

I’ve officially been there two weeks, and have had four days with my new class of 23 students.  The changes between what I’ve known for 13 years and what I need to do now are like sunrise, and sunset.  They are the same, but different.  Both beautiful, but one ends a day and one begins.  I really thought going from a 4 minute commute to a 25 minute commute would be the hardest part.  That’s been something I actually enjoy!  The time in my car, by myself, with MY music choices and nothing other than paying attention to driving is kind of cool.  I have an aide, Ms. Michelle, and parent volunteers EVERY DAY.  That’s ridiculously amazing!  It’s only a preschool/PreK program, not daycare, and there are a lot of benefits that come with that, and a few down sides.  Still it’s different.  Very different from what I’ve been doing for a long time.

Change is inevitable, but in reality I’ve worked very hard to control what changes took place in my life all the while praying and asking God to change me and my circumstances.  Type A control freak…that’s me.  I own it and am working to change that too.  Now that change is happening, I’m fighting it in my heart and my mind!   What a woman of inconsistencies I am!  Much like Peter as Pastor Steve spoke about last week.  It’s a great message if you have time to listen or watch.  The more I think about the changes in my heart and in my life over the past year, I realize that a lot of what I prayed for has happened.  God answered, but in ways that are stretching me.  The good kind of stretching.  This is where I’m finding grace in the transition.

I hope you can see that He offers you that same grace through your life transitions!

*Next time I plan on telling you all about an awesome change that’s taken place!  Keep watch😉

Priorities and Perspective

It’s amazing to me that I can completely ignore this space for 7 months and return to find it’s still here.  I think in all that time I’ve logged in maybe twice.  It’s not for lack of fodder, that’s for sure!  Life continues on whether I write about it or not.  I do miss it though and would really love to get back into writing at least a weekly post, but even that commitment seems huge right now.

The other day I had a conversation with a friend about over committing.  I’ve learned a great lesson these past months.  Really, as with most lessons, it’s a cumulative sort of thing that takes years and years of learning some things and unlearning others.  What I’ve come to understand is that you can choose to do a few things well, or a lot of things either mediocre or even poorly.  That’s what I’ve been doing lately.  Making the choice to do my best with the few.  It was something God was clearly working out in me without my even realizing what was happening.  I’ve pared the things in my life down to a few things that I’m pouring my all into and they are going very well.  The other stuff has gone by the wayside.  Not forgotten, but just not a big priority anymore.  Obviously The Sunny Side was one of those things!  Media in general has been one of those things.

For the numerous friends and family I keep in touch with through the internet, mostly facebook, I feel like I’ve failed you.  At least as far as the definition of a friend goes.  You’ve all been in my thoughts and I’ve prayed for you as you’ve come to mind, but keeping the lines of communication going were more than I could manage, and for that I apologize.  It took a year of therapy, medication, lots of prayer and reprioritizing to understand that if I over commit myself, even with the mental lists and expectations of myself no one but me knows about, I start to break down.  And then I’m no good to anyone!

In general I think I’ve finally learned balance.  It’s taken YEARS for me to feel like I’ve gotten to a good place where balance in life is concerned!  It’s a good feeling though :)  I’m not saying I’ve arrived completely, until I’m in heaven, that will never be the case.  The scales tip at times and things are busy beyond my control, but it’s how I handle it that’s made all the difference.  For instance, these past 2 weeks have just been crazy-busy.  The kid’s schedules, Phil working a lot, me working a lot!  It was just normal life stuff on overload.  The thing I kept in mind through it all was that it wouldn’t last forever.  This was NOT going to be how my life was ALL THE TIME.  And here I am, making good on that thought.  Fall break and I’m finally able to sit and write something with some clarity.  Of course there are 18,000 other things I could be doing, but right now this is what I NEED to be doing.

The other thing I’ve found perspective in is that when I keep my “world” small and relatively close I’m a LOT less likely to get overwhelmed or stressed.  In limiting the amount of information I take in, and focusing on what I can directly have an affect on, I feel as though I AM making a difference and doing well.  I say all of this with the basic knowledge that what Jesus says in John 15:5, “Without Me you can do nothing,” is complete truth.  Without Him none of this balance would be found!  It was orchestrated by Him, with His strength, and for His glory.  That truth is the foundation for any good thing that has come or will come from my life…it’s ALL about HIM!

Let me explain what I mean when I say keeping my “world small” or being effective in my “sphere of influence.”  I may overuse quotation marks, but those are the things that I’ve heard others say or I’ve read.  I’m a big reader, but I hate clichés or catch-phrases.  This is how it works out for me (the disclaimer being God may work it out in your life in a different way altogether.)  First I’m a Christ-follower.  That means that it all starts with my relationship with Him.  From there my next priority is my family (husband first, THEN the kids…get that in the right order or you will pay for it at some point ;)  After that it’s what and whom I choose to invest what energy I have left in.  For me that is mostly my job, teaching kids and working with their families, and being an active part of a local church.  After all that, there is very little for anything else.  Truly.  If I extend myself beyond that on a regular basis, I start to lose it.  The connectivity we have in this day and age is a blessing and a curse depending how you use it.  If I spend any amount of time on facebook, I’m going to read about disasters and sad things across the world that people are praying for and concerned about.  That’s a blessing in that people in need are being prayed for in their situations!  The curse comes in that if I read all those things and feel I have to personally pray in detail for each and every one, it will overwhelm me.  Again, this is what I’ve found that I need to do to keep my sanity.  I limit my information intake, and in doing so have become way more effective in praying for and serving the people I physically come in contact with.

I’m blessed that I have good friends who will notice when I’m getting stressed and ask me how I’m doing.  Just knowing someone else cares enough to notice gives me the wherewithal to check myself and make adjustments if needed.  As I said, it has taken YEARS to get to this place!  Stay encouraged if you’re trying to find balance in your life!  It can and will happen if you follow God’s leading and surround yourself with a good support system of people who love God and love you.

And by all means, don’t read this and think I’ve got it all together.  Because I don’t!  I’m a hot mess in general.  To say I’ve found balance in my life means you may come across me in the grocery store looking like I just rolled out of bed (even if it was 16 hours ago) with a list, as opposed to wandering the store aimlessly with no idea what I need to buy.  You might think calling THAT balance is a pretty big exaggeration, but again, for me it’s progress!   And that’s the goal is it not?

 

 

 

Tiny Talk Tuesday: Snow Storm Edition

I’m finally getting the opportunity to post a legit Tiny Talk Tuesday!  You have a snow storm and nasty cold to thank for that.  I wish I could say I felt better, but I feel worse.  And despite the chiropractor swearing to me that I’ll feel better for it, round two at his office just has me moving an icepack from one part of my back to the other.  Good times.

I’ve been jotting down the funny things my students say on scraps of paper and sticky notes for about three years now.  All of these are in one folder, in a giant jumbled up mess.  Hopefully I don’t repeat any from before.

G- “I’m allergic to clowns.”  “I’m allergic to cries.” “I’m allergic to colored drinks.” (for the record, this kid is not allergic to anything…just stuff he doesn’t like.)

S- “I’m boring in your class.” (translation- I’m bored)

Overheard this conversation in the kitchen center one day:  T- “I live in China and I speak Spanish.”  J- “China is next to my neighbors house.”

We were reviewing who Dr. Seuss was the week of his birthday, and my new student had this to say (with very expressive hand I might add), “Dr. Seuss thoughts of things and wrote lots for childrens. Then he got old and died and they buried him in the incentitary.”  I asked him what the incentitary is and he told me, “It’s where they bury people.”  Got it…cemetary.

L- “I’m going to read ALL of the Dr. Goose books!” (Seuss)

D- “Crocodiles are only real in another state!”

W- “George Washington is a leprechaun and tricky…like Obama in a costume.”  There’s a back story that you need to hear with this one.  A month or so ago, we received a package at the school from A Beka. Since we use their curriculum it was nothing unusual except that when we opened it, we found a framed print of George Washington.  No note, no invoice, nothing.  After letting George sit in the office for another month our director got the bright idea to hang it in the Kindergarten teacher’s room while we were at recess.  It was a funny surprise for her and the kids.  The prank has morphed from that into George being “decked out” in various ways and left in an ususpecting staff member’s office or teacher’s classroom.  This was what George looked like when he made it to my room!  Although the comment about Obama makes no sense at all.

W- “I can eat Polish at home.” Me- “What Polish foods do you eat?” W- “Ketchup and mustard.”

J- “When I grow up I can be two things: a doctor and a cheerleader.  But I think I have to be like, 30, to be a cheerleader.”

S- “I’m not talking to the flag today because my voice will run away.” (one of the many excuses I hear not to have to say the pledge.)

B- “It’s a bulldozer.”  Me- “I thought that’s a dump truck.”  B- “It is a dump truck.  I just call it a bulldozer in French.”

I was explaining that mule is another word for donkey, since mule was one of the two-vowel words in their reading books.  S said, “Mule is how you say horse in Spanish.” 

Hope you got a laugh or at least a smile out of those.  It’s time for dinner and since we’re snowed in, and I feel like garbage…it’s cereal night!  Happy Tuesday:)

Life By The Numbers

Since January 13th my life has pretty much revolved around numbers.  And for the most part, I’m not good with numbers.  It all started when I joined a Biggest Loser challenge. It’s been a great thing for me.  I know I’m eating healthier, exercising more, and in general feeling much better.  But the numbers!  They’re killing me!  First off, there’s the counting of the calories.  Up until this last week when I totally rebelled and didn’t keep track of my foods for a few days, I was religious in tracking every bite and sip that passed my lips.  After weeks of weighing and measuring food, I’ve gotten pretty good at eyeballing a 4oz serving of chicken.

The most discouraging numbers are the ones on the scale.  Now, I have no shame in telling you how much I weigh.  Some people gasp in shock when weight loss comes up in conversation and I openly share my weight.  It’s just a number.  That’s not the number that bothers me so much.  It’s the inconsistency in the numbers!  When I started way back in January, I was at 207.2lbs.  Now, if its first thing in the morning and all I’ve got on is my birthday suit, I’m at 194.7.  However, if it’s afternoon, and I’m fully clothed, I’m back up to 198.4.  Then, there’s the Saturday morning weigh-in after Zumba.  For the past 3 weeks I haven’t moved more than an ounce up or down from 197.4.  See, that’s a LOT of numbers.  And frankly, I’m sick of them.  I’ll be transitioning from watching numbers to “food pairing”.  I’m not quite sure how this works, but the nutritionist I’ll be meeting with says it’s much better than counting calories. I’m pretty sure she’s not going to talk about “pairing” vanilla ice cream with brownies.

Besides the numbers, I’ve decided to revisit a bit of my youth and start seeing a chiropractor.  All through my teenage years I saw a chiropractor for a myriad of things.  If you’re at all familiar with chiropractic care, what they do pretty much affects everything.  I’ve seen chiropractors do amazing things for people’s health.  The other thing is through a friend’s referral, I got a free consultation appointment.  And free is always good!  The doc took all kinds of x-rays and ran me through a bunch of balance tests (which I totally failed for the record.)  Today I met with him for my free adjustment and to go over my x-rays and his findings.  The doc I’m seeing is super nice and talks fast.  He said he was surprised at how much degeneration he saw on my x-rays (that’s not a good thing) but said it can be helped and doesn’t think it’s time to put me out to pasture (that’s a good thing.)  The adjustment was about what I’d expect…lot’s of popping and cracking.  It made me smile inside when he’d push on my spine and say, “That was a nice pop right there!”  I say “smile inside” because the whole time he was working on my back my face was smashed into that paper cover they put on the table, and I don’t think it was physically possible for me to smile.  And by smashed I mean when I got in my car and looked in the mirror I still had red marks on my forehead.  Besides that, it didn’t exactly feel good.  It didn’t hurt either, but when someone (I don’t care if they are a doctor) grabs your head and says to relax, but looks like they’re about to twist your neck like Jack Bauer would, it’s uncomfortable.  There’s a lot of trust involved.  Since I’m here to type this,  you can be assured I am alive and well.  Ok, alive…not so much well.

I feel like someone beat the crap out of me (pardon my French.)  I’m guessing it was not so much the adjustment, but the massage that followed up the electic-shock-pad thingy and ice.  The ice and shock thingy was fine.  I mean, I got to lay there for 20 minutes in silence.  The massage was what wrecked me.   I was told to go in this room, undress from the waist up and lay face down (ummm…a given!) on the table.  I waited for the nurse to bring me a gown or a paper sheet or something!  No, she just came back and looked surprised that I hadn’t closed the door yet.  Her parting words were, “Cameron will knock before he comes in.”  Huh? What?  He? As in a guy?!?   I stood there a minute thinking really hard and second guessing if she actually said I needed to remove any clothing.  In the end I did as I was told and despite being a bit awkward for me, Cameron massaged every kink and knot out of my shoulders and neck, in the process telling me that his wife is a teacher too and teachers have the most problems with their shoulders and necks.  Ok then.  I prefer silence in awkward situations, thanks anyway.  The good news is with my face smashed in yet another table, and my sinuses completely plugged up, I couldn’t have kept the conversation going had I been crazy enough to want to.  The grand finale was trying to hear and understand through my clogged ears why this guy was talking about taping me up.  I was very confused.  He meant it.  I now have some kind of tape across the back of my neck and shoulders, and down onto my back.  It’s weird.  And itchy.  All I heard was “if you shower pat it dry” and something about “two to five days”.   Alrighty then.

Through this harrowing tale I’ve failed to mention I went to bed last night with a tickle in my throat, only to spend the night tossing and turning because I couldn’t breathe through my nose.  I woke up feeling pretty bad.  I have caught Alisha’s cold.  By the end of the day I felt even worse.  Right now my sinuses are completely plugged, my ears hurt, my head hurts, my throat is scratchy and my entire back, neck, and shoulders ache.  In other words, whaaaaaaaaa!

I’ll be taking some Nyquil very soon.  And praying very, very hard that this snow storm they’re predicting actually happens and we have a snow day.  Please, please, Lord, let it be so!

 

 

 

*yawn*

I’m always hesitant to write when I’ve had a rough week.  I fear my inner Eeyore will take over and drag you all down with me.  It’s not that this week was horrible, just very, very trying.  In all sorts of ways.  Bottom line is it’s Friday again, I made it through another week, and I am tired.  I just want to sleep.  For a long, long time.  If I could…which I doubt (there is in fact a little, black rain cloud about my head right now.)  (And if you’re not a Winnie-the-Pooh fan, all of that just went right over your head…with that little, black cloud.)

So…in an effort to get something (anything) written, I’m going to go all random on you.  Let’s hope I can keep my thoughts cohesive enough to get through…let’s say…5 random thoughts.

1. Biggest Loser-   I’ve really enjoyed being part of the biggest loser challenge with my friend, and have gotten to meet some great people in the process.  As far as the whole weight loss thing, it’s happening, but at the rate an iceberg melts in Antarctica.  I’ve been journaling every bite and calorie using myfitnesspal.com.  It’s a great app, but really depressing when you “eat your emotions” (Albanese double, dipped chocolate covered peanuts) and still stick to documenting every bite you eat.  Especially when you complete your entries for the day and submit it.  It always tells you, “If every day were like today, you’d weigh _________ in 3 weeks.”  Encouraging on a day when you stay on track.  Not so much when you don’t.  Today I’m in a special kind of quandary.  I haven’t logged anything since Wednesday night.  Which means I have to remember what I ate all day yesterday and today.  I might just call yesterday a wash as it was the hardest day this week.

2. Exercise  We bought an elliptical.  It was exciting the first week we had it.  I used it 3 times before my bursitis started acting up.    I’m not so excited about it any more.  It just taunts me as I do laundry.   The thing is a good workout, I’ll give you that!  I will get back into a routine.  I went to Zumba for the first time last Saturday, and we also had a competition for biggest loser.  There was lots of running, squats, lunges, and other forms of self-imposed torture masqueraded as “fun.”  No, it really was a lot of fun.  However, the reality of it is after not having worked out in months, I did two hours of exercise on Saturday morning.  I could move without pain by Wednesday.  So, what will I do now? Get up tomorrow morning and go to Zumba again.  No competition this week though, so I might be able to manage the elliptical next week.  I did end up having to get a cortisone shot in my hip.  It definitely helped!

3. Downton Abbey- Love that show.  Our dvr was not recording it correctly, and I missed the last half hour, of the second to last episode of this season.  There’s no where I’ve been able to find to watch it online, and I feel a great sense of loss that I missed those 30 minutes.  I know I missed some very important things since the last episode of the season starts off with Downton a whole year later!  What?!?  I miss 30 minutes and it equals a whole year?!?  What the heck??  Then they had the nerve to end the whole season the way they did.  I don’t want to ruin it for anyone who’s still catching up, but…what?!?!?! Why?!?!?!  And if you’ve not yet watched Downton Abbey at all, then you can’t possibly understand why I care about a stupid show so much.  I would say to you…man, are you missing out!

4. New Students-  I’m not sure what phenomenon occurs that makes parents want to enroll their children into a class that has already been going on since August, but it’s happened again.   If you’re moving, I get that, but just to all of a sudden decide, I want my kid in that school?  I don’t get it.  Anyway, both the Kindergarten class and my class got new students in the past week.  Both are boys.  The new guy in my Pre-K is really sweet, and is doing a great job fitting in.  I daily have to remind myself, “There are 16 now, not 15.  16, not 15.”  When I make copies, when I count out projects, or snack cups…it’s mentally taxing.

Ok, so I only made it to 4. I actually fell asleep. No lie.  My phone alert just woke me up to let me know Alisha needs to be at the school in half an hour for a planetarium show.   Then…I’m going back to sleep!