Mike is home! Mike is home! He’s been in AZ since Tuesday. I know I was only on solo parent duty about 60 hours, but it was a l-o-n-g sixty hours. No way could I ever be a military wife. It’s physically exhausting carting around\/keeping up with a 26 pound toddler and her overly affectionate brother. I swear that child is going to knock up a girl when he’s 12 just because he can’t keep his hands off other people. <\/p>\n
After almost 8 years of marriage, I learned a new fact about Mike tonight. He doesn’t like coconut.<\/p>\n
How can we get through so many years of marriage without the coconut question being addressed? Probably because I loathe coconut so we never had to fight over a coconut based dessert.<\/p>\n
Poor Elsa has the most sensitive butt skin in the history of butt skin. I would love to blame the cloth diapers and throw them all out (just to have something to blame), but when I put her in disposables it only gets worse. I have tried all kinds of cures, all promising to be the ONE THING that will help ANY baby with super sensitive skin. Most of it just makes it worse and I’ve yet to find anything that makes it better.<\/p>\n
Some people in the cloth diapering community have recommended pure coconut oil, so I went on a search for the stuff today. Thanks to FB and people at preschool I was able to find a jar at Whole Foods. I didn’t have the first clue where to look so was very grateful for the input. We shall see if it works.<\/p>\n
People on FB mentioned it tastes good in food, so I told Mike he could put some in his oatmeal because it is supposed to be insanely good for cholesterol. <\/p>\n
And that’s how I found out a new fact about my man of mystery. I live such a life of excitement.<\/p>\n
Hee. My mom told me I should write a book about all the weird people I know. It could be like a diary that documents all the weird shit they do. <\/p>\n
Hmmmmm. <\/p>\n
Ha ha ha ha ha.<\/p>\n
Ok, I am done amusing myself.<\/p>\n
Want to hear something that made me cry?<\/p>\n
After karate one of the students came up to me and asked me why I’m so fat. I tried to ignore him but he just kept asking and his mom was just standing there. She didn’t shush him or grab him away or make him apologize or anything. If Erik ever tried something like that I would sink through the floor, then I would make him apologize for being rude and make it a lesson. Maybe that would have embarrassed the mom even more. I don’t have a problem disciplining my kid in public, but I know some people do.<\/p>\n
I finally told the kid I was fat because I ate too much ice cream and ice cream is delicious. I wish I would have said something a little different. I mean, I KNOW I am fat and I KNOW I eat too much ice cream, but even when I was eating no sugar, no fat, and exercising a minimum of 2 hours a day I was still fat.<\/p>\n
I am not at all happy with my body these days, mainly because I am short of breath sometimes and I hate that. I also hate my hurty back and I am sure taking some weight off would help that, but being on my feet makes it worse.<\/p>\n
You guys know me. You KNOW I used to be obsessed with exercise. You KNOW I would love to be doing something. As it is, all I can do is walk 1.31 miles on days it’s not raining. I suppose I could walk further, but we like to walk around the lake because it is safe and child friendly. <\/p>\n
Now that I’m not nursing so much I am not starving so I’m getting back into more healthy eating habits. I just need the excercise component. I try not to make excuses, but it is really difficult to find time to excercise at the moment.<\/p>\n
Reasons:<\/p>\n
1) Baby cries hysterically when left at the gym daycare. Even if I was ok with her crying hysterically, they are not ok with her being in there for longer than 20 minutes. I keep going, and it keeps being futile.<\/p>\n
2) When would I exercise at home? I’ve tried doing some DVDs but it is impossible to do with the kids in the house. Mike doesn’t get home until around 7 most nights. I can’t really cook dinner until he gets home (I can’t cook with a baby screaming and grabbing at my legs). By the time we eat dinner and get the kitchen cleaned, it’s time to put the kids to bed and I’m flat out exhausted by the time that’s done. <\/p>\n
3) Walking. I can do walking. I do walk. There are some issues. It was an insanely rainy spring so there were a lot of days we were stuck inside. Now my allergies are kicking in and it’s miserable to be outside. Wetness + heat = pollen covering everything. I literally have to take a shower at the end of the day to wash all the pollen away just so I can sleep. <\/p>\n
4) Going early in the morning before Mike leaves for work. I have been seriously considering this, but I really doubt I’m going to be able to drag my fat ass out of bed at 5:30 am. I’m already sleep deprived. My sweet sleep time is between 5-8 when the kids are deeply asleep.<\/p>\n
So now I get to deal with little kids wanting to know why I am fat. It hit me pretty hard. Even though I KNOW I am fat. I have never denied it. It’s just hard to hear from someone so innocent, you know? I guess part of the reason I am sometimes at peace with being fat (or at least at peace enough not to do anything about it) is because I’ve always viewed myself as invisible. I know this sounds kind of nuts, but I always feel like people can’t really see me. I’m not noticeable. I blend in. I’m. . . nothing. Who cares if I’m fat? As long as I’m clean, wear half-way decent clothes and put some effort into my hair, who will even notice I exist, let alone care enough about me to make snarky remarks about my fat?<\/p>\n
Thinking about people looking at me and noticing me and caring about my appearance makes it a lot harder to be vivacious. Not that I’ve been vivacious lately. I think I lost all my vivaciousness about 18 months ago. Maybe I’ll find it again when I’m not so tired, fat and back hurty.<\/p>\n
Why can’t I just run to a plastic surgeon and have lipo? I saw a few minutes of Real Housewives of Somewhere the other day and one of those skinny little bitches was having her pooch removed. Her pooch was probably not even 2 pounds worth of fat. It was absurd. At least we now know how all those rich skinny women stay impossibly thing. When am I going to win the lottery?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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