I’m in a mood. I know I have every reason in the world to be extremely happy and carefree – I have a beautiful, healthy child and an amazing husband. I suppose, in that aspect, I am extremely happy and carefree. My son and my husband both bring more smiles to my face than I can count. Like today, my boy walked over to me with a small situation: his toy ball was stuck in a cup, and he needed my help. He said “Peefs” and I freed the ball from its prision and handed it back to him. He said “thau” and walked back to his toy box to continue playing. That? Had me grinning stupidly for half an hour, because my boy had said his “please” and “thank you” without any prompting from me, because he wanted my help. Holy awesomesauce.
But, the mood…the sad, blah mood, was still lurking underneath and it poured to the surface every time something not so awesome happened. Like when I grabbed Nolan for some snuggles, and he decided that instead of kissing me, he would bite my lip. Hard. Like, my lip was numb for 10 minutes. He also did not cooperate with his time out for biting. Every time I turned my back, he’d jump down off the chair and run over to try and bite me again. The hell? Not normal Nolan behavior. We’ve both been feeling under the weather though, so I guess I can’t totally blame him. If he’s feeling anything like I am, I can definitely understand why he’s bitey.****
My throat is coarse and sore, and my energy is next to none. Pretty crappy. I’m coughing like a smoker and I don’t even smoke. It isn’t pretty.
I’m lacking in motivation these days, too. I’m still cleaning the necessary spots – the kitchen, the cat box, the bathroom – but my “huge” cleaning projects haven’t gotten done because I have no desire or drive to do them. My bedroom? Is still a mess. The laundry nook? A disorganized mass of crap. I need to go through our bedroom closet and get rid of the junk we don’t need anymore or don’t have space for (like that damn drum set for Rockband that Matt brought home because someone else didn’t want it…grr).
I better find the motivation, and fast, because my older sister Kate is coming up for a visit this weekend! I hope I can get the smell of stale beer out of my sofa before she arrives.
Now for my “diet” update:
I’m still drinking tons of water, perhaps not as much as I should but hey, I’ve made tons of progress! I barely drank any water at all before. Like maybe one glass a week? Yeah, it was bad. And we’re no longer putting cream in our teas or coffees anymore ~ we’re just sticking to plain old 1% milk. I’ll admit, I really miss the taste of cream in my coffee! But my ass doesn’t miss it. I think I’ve lost some weight, but I’m not sure because I don’t own a scale. Tomorrow I’m going to go to the neighbors to weigh myself, and when I was at Nat and Darren’s the other night, she took my measurements. They are as follows:
Chest: 37 inches (ooo yeah! And I wasn’t even wearing the good bra that makes my boobies look super hawt either!)
Waist: 35 inches
Hips: 38 inches
I hope that by watching what I eat and exercising more, I’ll keep my chest size and just lose some inches off of my waist and hips! But, I know how it goes…weight in the boobs is the first thing to lose. Why is that, people? Does that even make SENSE? It’s just a cruel joke, designed to make me feel sad for losing the boobs that I FINALLY now have.
I’ve had some minor set backs, but I’m not giving up. I’ve come a long way. Last night, we were eating popcorn and watching a movie. I had a glass of water and Matt had a glass of orange pop and it looked so good that I asked for a sip and I took one and guess what? It didn’t really taste all that good! I was enjoying my water more!
Um, and I guess I must confess that I have been diving into the chocolate bit a little more than I’d like to tonight. But I have a heart hurt, and you know, chocolate helps with that? (I know, I know, not a good excuse!).
I haven’t really been “getting out” much lately either. The weather has been crappy and, as I mentioned aboved, I’ve been feeling crappy. Both emotionally and physically. But tomorrow, I’m sucking it up and taking Nolan to coffee group because we both haven’t been in well over a month and that? Just isn’t cool. Plus they’re going to visit a new store tomorrow and I want to check it out – which means we’ll be walking around town (which counts as exercise, yes?). Nolan will have a blast playing with other kids too. So win/win right?
When we get home, I’m not going to let myself sit down. I’m going to power clean this place until it sparkles like it belongs in a Mr. Clean commerical because I am tired of the mess. Mess makes me feel choatic inside, and feeling chaotic inside isn’t helping with the mood I’ve been in lately.
****If any of you have suggestions on how to deal with this whole biting stage and not cooperating with time outs, I wouldn’t mind hearing from ya. For reals. I have bruises on both arms and now my lip from this little monster.