WW week 5

I was not expecting any loss this week.

We had gone camping last weekend, so I allowed myself 3 days of not tracking and just eating whatever (within reason!) So we feasted on easy BBQ dinners, yummy calamari and chips and plenty of point laden snacks. I was planning on walking lots, but instead chased the kids around trying to get exercise.

I rocked up tonight to weigh-in, hoping and praying that I at least didn't gain any weight. Well I only just scraped in. 200grams lost. Such a measly amount, but I am going to take it and be happy. It brings me down to 70.7, which was my first goal of loosing 5% of my body weight. So now all up I have lost 3.7kgs. My Mil is still powering along and all up has lost 7.8kgs in the 5 weeks.

I am feeling slightly guilty at my loss though. Before I left to get weighed, I put on the clothes that I have been wearing every week. T-shirt, jeans and thongs. Then I did a stupid thing and weighed myself on my digital scales. I was exactly the same as last week so I quickly ran to the toilet and desperately tried to squeeze out any wee that might be weighing me down. Nothing, not even a drop. So then Nicole's words of "Never wear jeans, they weight soooo much" was ringing in my ears. I stripped of the jeans and changed into a nice, light skirt. Weighed again, and sure enough 200grams gone.

I know I didn't deserve any loss after a crappy eating week and a sneaky wardrobe change, but I couldn't bare the thought of not loosing, or worse still gaining weight.

Yeah, yeah - I know I'm only cheating myself, but sometimes a bit of mind trickery is good for the confidence.

WW week 4

Another week, another 800grams gone forever!

I've just gotten back from this weeks weigh-in and I was pleasantly surprised to find that I had lost another 800grams. For some reason, I'm happy with that this week - not tanty throwing like last week!

I've promised myself that I WILL be happy with any loss. A loss is better than nothing - and much, much better than a gain. I think I've just been a little annoyed at my small and steady losses cause my MIL is loosing massive amounts. She lost another 1.4kgs this week, which brings her total loss in 4 weeks to a very impressive 6.9kgs - Just amazing! She is so motivated and excited about how well she is going, I am so happy to see her finally doing something to improve her health and hopefully by loosing the weight, she'll be able to cut back on the amount of tablets she is taking. Already she is down a few of them.

I'm down to 70.9kgs, so a loss of 3.5kgs in 4 weeks. I am only 200grams away from my first goal of 5 %, so that's what I am aiming for next week. I'm also going to get back into walking, I've slackened off and haven't been for ages.

We are going camping this weekend, first time with the kids so should be interesting. I'm not going to be too strict on myself, but I'll make sure that I fit in plenty of walks and the best food choices that I can.

Babies are so over-rated.

Babies are hard work.

Waa Waa- I'm hungry, bring your boob to me NOW
Waa Waa- There's fecal matter on my bum, attend to it immediately.
Waa Waa - I'm exhausted. Please pat my bum firmly, but not too hard, whilst you jiggle me gently from side to side. Remembering that sometimes I like complete silence and other times I want to be sung to softly, pleaes make the right choice.
Waa Waa - Pick me up. No, put me down. No, pick me up. No, put me down. No, pick me up.

See, Waaaayyyy too much effort is used dealing with these life sucking little leaches.

I mean, who would want one of these:

BORING **Yawn** Plenty of other ways to waste my precious time.

Puppy's are cuter don't you think? Yeah, we should all just get puppies.

Or kittens. They are nice too. Soft, cuddly, cute and you can leave them home without being reported.

Definitely not babies. They are the biggest time wasters around.

WW week 3

Well it was my weigh in day today for weight watchers.

I missed last week as I was inhaling newborn fumes, so I haven't been for 2 weeks. I've been good though, tracking all my food and staying within my 22 points per day. For the 2 days that I spent at the hospital, I wasn't as strict. My biggest down fall for those days would probably have been from not eating enough, and what I did eat was crap. I did weigh myself on the Friday, and worked out that I had lost 1.1kg that week.

So this last week I have been writing down everything I eat & not going over my points at all. I've been very slack with exercise though, and have not made any effort to get active. I still thought that I would have had a good loss though, so imagine my horror when I jumped on the scales and realised that I had only lost 800grams - FOR THE 2 WEEKS!!!! So only 2.7kgs for the 3 weeks.

Ok, so I did say that I would be happy with a minimum of 500 grams per week, but apparently when faced with that, I'm not that over the moon. I'm putting it down to my horribly heavy and crampy period that decided to join me yesterday, either that or their crappy scales need to be calibrated. I'm just going to have to make an extra effort this week to make healthier food choices, go for more walks and drink loads of water.

One the other hand my MIL is going fantastically and has lost 5.5kgs in the 3 weeks and apart from the great weight loss she has also been able to cut down some of her tablets.

An exciting week

I have had the most exhausting and exciting week all rolled into one!

Trudy finally has her little baby boy in her arms, after a roller coaster ride to the end of her pregnancy. Little Jasper was given until 16 days over his due date to make his appearance, but in the end he needed a little nudge. Induction started on Wednesday morning at 7am, and he finally decided to grace us with his presence at 3.41pm on the Thursday afternoon. Now I'm not even going to complain about the exhaustion of being up for 36 hours straight, cause its nothing compared to the way Trude must have been feeling - tired beyond belief. Of course she got a second wind when she got to meet her perfect little boy and those lovely birthing hormones flowed right through the both of them as their love affair began.

Oh, just amazing to witness new parents meet and fall deeply in love with the little person that they have grown over the previous 9 months. Its such a precious moment to be involved in and something that I hope to never take for granted.

I'm still writing up little Jasper's beautiful birth story, but the gorgeous little boy was born at 3.41pm on Thursday the 13th August. He weighed a sturdy 4004gms (8lb 13oz), 57cm long and with a 36 cm head. He is such a handsome little boy, with lots of strawberry blonde hair and beautiful deep blue eyes. He is so tiny and gorgeous and just the epitome of newborn perfection. He's a cruisy settled little boy, who after not having any interest for the first few days, has taken to breastfeeding like a champ now. He's doing everything just perfectly and has got being ridiculously cute and cuddly down pat.

Trude is doing fantastically. I always knew that she would be great at the physical side of mothering, but her emotional maternal side has surprised me. Her heart has been stolen by this little boy and her maternal side is out and proud. I love seeing her soft side, watching her tenderly stroke and kiss her newborn son as she inspects every part of him. She's just so calm and content, very relaxed and just enjoying this beautiful newborn period.

Ok, well I'm off to write out my lines as directed by my husband:

No more babies for a few years
No more babies for a few years

No more babies for a few years
No more babies for a few years
And so on, and on, and on.

Interview with Grace

I was tagged to do this quiz on Facebook and thought I might post it here also. It was a lot of fun, and Grace was over the moon to think that she was on Facebook. She kept excitedly saying, I'm on Facebook now, yeah me and Mummy are on Facebook"

So this is Grace's answers at 3yrs 8mths.


1. What is something mum always says to you?

I love you

2. What makes mum happy?

Dancing makes you happy

3. What makes mum sad?

Being naughty & stuff

4. What does your mum do to make you laugh?

Tickle me

5. What was your Mum like as a child?

You danced & sing & laugh

6. How old is your mum?

2

7. How tall is your mum?

46

8. What is her favourite thing to do?

Computer stuff

9. What does your mum do when you're not around?

Take Xavier to the playground

10. If your mum becomes famous, what will it be for?

Not sure

11. What is your mum really good at?

She really loves to do cooking

12. What is your mum not very good at?

Dancing

13. What does your mum do for her job?

Computering

14. What is your mum's favourite food?

Vegetables


15. What makes you proud of your mum?

Cause we are both on facebook

16. If your mum were a cartoon character, who would she be?

A pig

17. What do you and your mum do together?

Cook dinner together

18. How are you and your mum the same?

We go to school, playgroup and big play group together

19. How are you and your mum different?

Our ankles

20. How do you know your mum loves you?

Cooks for you

21. Where is your mum's favourite place to go?

The playground

The big clash

Wowsers, today has been an interesting day.

It all started beautifully and I was lulled into thinking that it was going to be a great day, but by about 9am I was ready to drown my sorrows alone at the pub. Big thing for me considering I don't really drink anymore, but to be honest anything apart from dealing with a challenging 3 year old was appealing.

We all woke around 7.30am, then headed out to the play room for our daily restaurant breakfast. It's quite cute actually and something that the kids and I have been doing for the last few weeks. They go out the front door, knock and wait for me to answer. I open the door, they say "hello". I always say, "Oh, you must have enjoyed yesterdays breakfast if you are back again today" and then I ask their names again and shake hands. I then lead them to their seats at the the little wooden table set up in the playroom that has been prepared with a lace tablecloth, decorations and cutlery. I take their drink order (warm milk or sometimes as a special treat - watered down apple juice), then pop into the kitchen to prepare it. Grace always says in a surprised voice, "Oh, you have dogs, what are their names?" "Oh, chooks & a vegie garden out the window - that's funny!"

They both sit straightly at the table, waiting for their drink order to come. I bring their drink either in a glass or tiny coffee cup & saucer, then take their breakfast order. My restaurant is never stocked very well, so it is always only a choice between weetbix & porridge. I hurry on back to the kitchen to get their order then return with 2 bowls, each with 2 weetbix and milk. They both then ask for honey, so I twirl some honey onto their spoon and they each drizzle it onto their breakfast. Xav waits for a while, then asks "honey, yum"? Which I know means that he wants to lick the honey coated spoon. I give the nod and they both gobble it up.

I proceed to the kitchen to "do" restaurant work (read: guzzle a cup of tea and check out facebook!) whilst they make idle chit chat with each other over the table.

The highlight of the event is of course the settling of the bill at the end. Both kids have their own pretend credit cards that they keep in the top pocket of their Flannalette Pj's, ready for payment. I have an old calculator, which when the cover is turned around and put on the back makes a perfect swipe machine. I tally up the bill, they swipe and enter their pins - Breakfast is over and done with smoothly.

Until today.

Well I guess the breakfast part still went well, it was just what happened afterwards. Grace was constantly climbing onto the dining room table, giggling and doing her best tabletop dancing impersonation. I told her a few times to get down, and she did. But then the little terror would just get back up there whenever I turned my back or left the room. I probably should just ignore her, but little Mr copycat was right behind her and the 2 of them flinging themselves all over the table was just an accident waiting to happen.

I used my usually successful 1,2,3 technique, but she wasn't responding at all. I used a firm voice and told her that if she didn't get down I would take all her jeans for the day so she couldn't wear them. I gave her 2 chances, she still kept going up there so I rummaged through her drawers and found her beloved jeans and promptly put them up in the top kitchen cupboard. She kept taunting me and saying she didn't care and went straight back to the table. It was right about now I lost it and yelled at her, grabbed her from the table and marched (me still yelling BTW) her up to her bedroom. She was screaming as she threw herself on the bed. I yelled some more (cause I hadn't done that enough already) then stormed out. Xav was crying by this stage, but because he had also been getting on the table he was put in his room too.

I was shaking by this stage, my heart was pounding and I just needed them both away from me. I understand now that it wasn't that big a deal and I really should haven handled it a bit better, but god damn it felt good at the time to just YELL. Well, until Mummy guilt crept in.

I called Duane to tell him what happened, and to just talk to an adult. He calmed me down and I was starting to fell better until he said, "Maybe you just need to give her a light tap on the bum?" Then I lost it at him. We have discussed discipline before and we both agreed that we did not want to smack out kids - for any reason. I know that he was just trying to help, but in my frenzied state I did not need to be told that. I hung up on him.

I took a few deep calming breaths, then headed up to Grace's room. I sat on the bed with her and talked about why I was upset and angry. I told her I didn't want her on the table because apart from the fact that it is dangerous, the table is not for standing on. I asked her to explain back to me what she did wrong, which she did between sobs.

We cuddled and I apologised for getting so upset, then I asked her why she needs to get up on the table? You know what the dear little thing said? "I *sob* don't *sob* have a stage to dance on, it's my stage Mummy" All said between gasping sobs and big fat tears streaming down her red blotchy face. So it seems I am stifling my kids creative outlets.

We headed into Xav's room, where he had forgotten about it all and was sitting on the floor flipping through a book. We then all headed out to the lounge where I set up a little stage for them to play on and spent the next hour watching Grace perform for me.

After that we headed out to do the groceries. After about an hour of shopping, with the kids walking beside the trolley perfectly, I had a little old lady sidle up beside me. "I've been following you and your kids around the grocery store and I just wanted to let you know how lovely and well behaved they are, it really is so nice to see" I thanked her, it meant so much to hear that after this mornings episode.

I was needing a little Grace free time this afternoon, so Duane took her along to playgroup. Apparently they had a blast making bread and Duane got to sew the flower that is going on Grace's flower head garland that we are making. He even enjoyed doing it - Hippy Freak.

Xav and I headed over to Trudes house to still all her freshly baked anzacs and chocolate slice. Xav went straight to sleep on her bed, so I got some child free time to chat to some adults & Murray.

On other news, I had my weigh in at Weight Watchers tonight. 1.9kgs lost!!! I know that the first week you usually loose a lot, but I'll take it and hopefully that lose will keep me motivated for next week! I'm finding it very easy though, sometimes hard to even finish my days points. I'm even eating all my treats, which this week has included yummy chocolate slice made by the very pregnant Trudy - Yummo!

Trude is 10 days over today and is now on operation get the baby out. They are trying all the tricks tonight in the hope that bubba Dew chooses tomorrow as his b'day - 07/08/09. It's a full moon today, so anything is possible. Well, it's nearly 11pm and I really should be getting some sleep before the big event.

C'mon little baby - it's fun out here, and there are lots of people waiting to meet you.