Day One…

April 29, 2016

WooHoo!  I made it through the first day on the Marie Osmond diet!  It was Marie that did NutriSystem, wasn’t it?  Well, whoever’s diet it is, I made it through the first day.

Empowered!

Feeling Great!

As I denied myself the office snacks and held true to the pre-packaged lunch (the tuna salad is awful by the way), I could feel my cells shrinking.  My clothes loosening.  By golly, I am doing this thing!

It was with great joy I jumped on the scale after my one full day… fully expecting to see at least two pounds ticked off on the scale, only to find out I went up one!

I have been told I need to drink more water and only weigh once a week.

I will give it until Sunday.


The box has arrived!

April 28, 2016

NutriSystem BoxAlright folks… the day has arrived.   Yesterday afternoon I found sitting on my front doorstep the tell tale Leaf announcing subtly that NutriSystem, my partner in weight loss, was moving ahead of schedule.  My box of pre-packaged, pre-portioned, pre-calorie counted foods has arrived a few days ahead of schedule!  Jellybean and I had lots of fun unpacking everything, rearranging the kitchen cabinets to make room for all of the boxes.

Tomorrow is the big day… my weigh-in and the kick-off for a month of NutriSystem.


The Story of a Yellow Jacket, an Ambulance Ride, and Uber

April 27, 2016

What a long, strange trip it was…

Here I am, catching a little cat nap in my favorite comfie chair when I was awoken from my dreamlike slumber by what felt like Tinkerbelle jabbing me with a mini fire poke in my tush!  I jumped up, still groggy but frantically searching for the source of my discomfort to find no Tinkerbelle in my living room.  After running to the mirror to inspect and see that I was in deed attacked by something, I went back to the living room with my glasses on and my senses in tack.  Imagine my surprise when I discover the source of my discomfort was not Tinkerbelle and her mini fire poker but rather an angry yellow jacket!

I was sitting stinging my bum… so how the heck did he get there anyway? The odds are just as likely that Tinkerbelle would be the culprit.

Being a self-respecting Southern girl, I have had more than my fair share of bee stings so initially I was annoyed more than anything.  That is, until I started to display signs of an allergic reaction.  (More odds… what are the odds of developing a dangerous allergic reaction to bee stings at middle age?)  I was petrified to sit back in a the same chair so I perched a first on the fireplace hearth, and then on a thoroughly inspected leather chair to monitor my symptoms.  I called the Nurse Line and they suggested I call my doctor.  Of course, my doctor does not return emergency pages between midnight and 8 o’clock in the morning.  So, when my tongue started to swell and my doctor’s office had yet to return my call, I knew it was time to go to the emergency room.

With spouse away on business and a heart rate through the roof I made the call to 911 and requested my very first ambulance ride with Fairfax County Fire and Rescue Department.  I must say, it was quite an experience and one for which I am eternally grateful.

Between the time I called 911 and EMS arrived on the scene, my tongue grew so large I could hardly speak.  Thankfully, I had an efficient team led by Lieutenant Mark run an IV, give me medicine, check my heart, pulse and other vitals all the while driving me across town to Virginia Hospital Center.  A side benefit to coming in an ambulance, you go right to a room and bypass the waiting room completely!

Once Lieutenant Mark briefed my awesome nurse Abbie, the team at VHC took over and saved the day.  The doctor checked me out, gave me lots of shots, prescriptions, an epi-pen, and after only 3.5 hours I was ready to head home.  Not a bad stay in an ER if you ask me.

Except… I came by ambulance.  So, with my hubby away and the rock star nanny keeping the little one company I downloaded the Uber ap and Ubered home!  He was waiting for me out front by the time they were done discharging me.  Who knew it could be so easy?  And aside from the fact the car was a “smoking permitted”, it was cleaner than any taxi I have ever been in and it cost 25% less!

What a night of firsts! You really cannot make this stuff up! If wordpress did hashtags, #StrangerThanFiction would be an appropriate one here!

PS.  When I told Jellybean what happened while she was sleeping, she was miffed that she did not get to go on an ambulance ride with me!  The joys of being young!


Move Over Marie… I am on NutriSystem Now

April 26, 2016

The battle of weight loss after having a baby is tough.  Add in a full-time job and it is tougher still.  Toss on the fact baby came at 40 and it is tougher still.  Then add hypothyroidism into the mix and you really do have an uphill battle.  I have found that when I just do not eat I can lose a few pounds and in 2014 I knocked off 20 pounds but I had another 15 to go, gained five over the holidays, and you know the drill.

Overall I am rather healthy eater: mostly organic, not much sugar, medium carbs.  Cheese and corn chips are my Achilles tendons but I can even keep regulate those urges most of the time.  My biggest problem seems to be with planning my meals and bringing them to the office with me during the day and then dining reasonably at dinner.  I find I get so busy at work, I simply lose track of time and end up famished and then eating whatever bagel or bag of chips I can find left from an office meeting.  Not the best way to watch your weight.

I have long seen the ads with famous people losing mega weight with NutriSystem and Weight Watchers but had never given it much thought until one of my male co-workers took of 30 pounds in just over three months.  With the scale pushing it up another notch, I decided what the heck?!

Nothing ventured, nothing gained.  I called them up, I ordered the food, I hope it isn’t terrible.  Rest assured, I will keep you posted on the progress!


Not all praise is created equal

April 17, 2016

I read this article Good Boy: There’s a Better Way to Praise Your Kids – it is a good read for all parents, especially parents of toddlers.   It is a study that follows mother-child interactions over the course of five years and to see how parental praise impacts a child’s development.

The study clearly shows that the kind of praise children receive affects their attitudes later in life, particularly that that praise with feedback helped children cope with difficult situations better than compliments.  The article also goes on to say “Praising the efforts, actions and work of the kid is going to be more beneficial in their long-term persistence and [desire] to be challenged and work hard in the future.”

They referred to this as “process praise” which includes comments such as “You worked really hard” or “You’re doing a great job,” which emphasize the child’s actions. “Person praise”, or what I call compliments, includes comments like “You’re so smart” or “You’re so good,” which focus on a child’s inherent qualities.

Another revelation from the study involved how we tend to praise boys and girls differently.  In the study parents gave boys and girls the same amount of praise, but boys received 24% process praise, while girls received only 10% of this type. The inequality could have consequences for how girls evaluate their abilities as they progress in school and may play a role in some of the self-esteem issues that become more common among teens and adolescents.

Coming up up down South where girls are bred to be thin, pretty, and preferably quiet I find this particularly interesting.  Little Southern Belles in training are frequently praised for their God-given or plastic surgeon purchased looks but, aside from their ability to plan a lovely party, are rarely praised for the traits we find so praise worthy in men.  On the contrary, we are often faulted for having some of the same traits.  A man is driven, a lady is “overly aggressive”.

I was just half-joking with a female colleague a few days ago about this very thing.  Why we wondered is a man described with words such as assertive, self-started, motivated, and “driven” when a lady with the same traits is not considered a lady at all but rather a witch spelled with a capital B?


When a Shiny Penny Trumps a Dollar

September 14, 2015

My little Mini Me just tickles me so much sometimes! She recently celebrated her sixth birthday and two separate people sent her birthday cards with $6 in them. She was confused at first, as she still thinks shiny coins are far preferable to boring old bills. After her father and I explained the value of a dollar and that received one pennydollar for each birthday she had celebrated she thought this was pretty neat.

Fast forward to this week… she is signing birthday cards for two of her younger cousins and dashes off and comes back with a penny for each card. When I asked what the penny was for, she said “since I do not know how many dollars old they are I want to give them a pretty, shiny penny instead”.🙂

I love the way her mind works! So cousins, if you are reading this now you know why there is a penny in your child’s birthday card.


Letting down while letting go…

August 16, 2013

I just sold the breast pumps I used while nursing Jellybean. I am having separation anxiety.

Crazy thing happened when I pulled the pumps out to get them ready for their new owner, I had the ‘letting down’ sensation and an strong urge to nurse. I wonder if that has ever happened to anyone else before.


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