Teeny Tiny Talk Tuesday (Cereal for Dinner)

This should be “Tiny Talk Tuesday” but the energy it would take to walk into the other room and get the mess of sticky notes from my work bag is just not available.  I’m recovering from this death-flu, however it appears it’s going to be a gradual recovering.  As in, I go to work, then rest.  Play taxi driver to kids, then rest.  Well, that’s as far as I’ve gotten today. I’m stuck on rest.   I’m also having a hard time differentiating between the thunder outside and my stomach.  I really need to cook dinner, but that takes you know…being able to stand up.  Phil is working his long hours as usual.  Plus we’re in softball season which means at least one night he’s gone for that. Tonight is my Bible study night too, but the odds of me making that are slim to none. Sorry ladies!

I’m trying to stay positive, but man, I’m tired!  It would be a lot easier if I didn’t have to be responsible for stuff. If it was just me, I’d grab a piece of bread and some cheese and call it a meal.  My family doesn’t hold to those same standards.  They’ve done a fair job of keeping the house in tact while I’m convalescing, but I think after 6 days their patience has run out.  I would order take-out, but that would require me to go OUT. Not happening.  Phil “cooked” these past few nights I’ve been too sick to manage. And by “cook” I mean he went and got food from a restaurant.   I would order in, but I’m way, way too cheap to actually have food delivered here.  I can count on one hand the times in nearly 18 years of marriage that we’ve done that!  So, that leaves me back at square one.  Hungry. Tired.  Getting desperate.  Can we live on cereal and snack foods?  I’m thinking yes…at least for now.

I did have one hilarious thing I remember being said today.  Currently we are working on a themed unit about butterflies.  I ordered some live cultures (caterpillars) from this awesome site like I do every year.  Today as the kids came in they were so excited to see that 4 of the caterpillars have already formed their chrysalis.  One little girl walked over to the container and yelled, “It’s a raccoon! It’s a raccoon! The worms are changing into butterflies.”  (she meant “cocoon” which I’ve corrected them on about 1,000 times.)  Moths form cocoons, butterflies form chrysalis.  And they aren’t worms.  But whatever.  A little boy standing next to her said, “First they have to be grasshoppers THEN they can be butterflies.”  This made no sense to me, and it wasn’t until after the kids left that I noticed on our butterfly life-cycle poster, the wet, crumpled butterfly emerging from it’s chrysalis kind of looks like a grasshopper.  Guess I’ll have to clear that one up tomorrow!

Time for some Cheerios.

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Last Resort

I’m on a diet.  I hate that word for so many, many reasons.  The first being that ‘diet’ simply means what we eat.  So, I guess I’m just choosing to eat less and watch the calories I take in each day.  Which is really no fun at all.  At. All.

I’ve struggled with staying at a healthy weight most of my life (the parts I can remember anyway.)  From being anorexic-thin in high school, to being way overweight after having my girls.  I lost a lot when Alisha was a toddler by being a part of our church’s step aerobics group. Ah…those were the days.  Free childcare and free aerobics.  Fast forward to me having to get a job and WORK, and having to PAY if I want to be part of an exercise class, and you find my weight hitting what the doctor’s chart deems ‘obese’.  I don’t feel obese, but whatever.  Apparently 5′ 5.5″ and 200 lbs is obese.

Running was working at shedding some pounds and helping to get me healthy, but I screwed up my hip (pretty royally I might add) by doing that, and it doesn’t look like I’ll be able to run again any time soon…if ever.   I tried riding a bike, at least the stationary bike at the gym, and that is not my thing.  My butt hurt too bad from those uncomfortable seats!  I can’t imagine it would be any different on my bike.  When I use the elliptical, my toes fall asleep.  Weird, I know, but I can’t have my toes falling off, now can I? I’ve been trying to swim every day, which burns quite a few calories (which means I can add them to my daily allowance and eat more.)  Which is quite an encouragement to get in the pool and swim those laps!

So, this really IS my last resort.  I decided to cut calories in my diet mostly because a friend of ours lost 56 pounds in 6 months by doing nothing but changing his eating habits.  He didn’t exercise once!  Then again, he is a HE, and from what I’ve seen, guys sometimes have an easier time of losing.  Just sayin’.  I’ve downloaded the ‘myfitnesspal’ app and thanks to my (at present time) untreated OCD tendencies, I’ve been really good at keeping track of what I’m eating.  Who knows what will happen when I start back on my meds tomorrow.  I can only hope I still try to eat within my allotted 1,600 calories per day. I’ve been making really healthy choices for that 1,6oo calories though.  Lots of fresh fruits and veggies, and lean meats.  Hungy Girl has been my BEST friend!

Unfortunately there have been some negative side effects from all this.  Mainly me turning into a crabby, mean person.  I’m hoping that my body gets used to this soon, and I start to see some results.  I just want to be happy in my own skin, and I’m just not there yet.

What kind of ‘diet’ are you on?  Do you watch what you eat?