Weight Loss, 2013, Resolutions

This weekend, and the first anniversary of mom’s death, have come and gone. Friday night was difficult, but I had a lot of love and support pouring in from friends and family but that made it easier to deal.

2012 is ending, and 2013 is beginning – JUST IN CASE YOU LIVE UNDER A ROCK. I’m not a huge believer in resolutions, because I have made several over the course of the years and have not really kept any. I feel sometimes that making resolutions just sets a person up to fail, especially if those resolutions are things like “LOSE ALL THE WEIGHT” or “RUN FIVE MILES TWICE A DAY” or “MEMORIZE THE HUNGER GAMES AND RECITE IT IN ITALIAN WHILE LEARNING TO PLAY THE FIDDLE”.

I mentioned in a past post that my last doctor appointment showed that I weigh the same as I did when I had Nellie almost 3 years ago. Seeing that number on the scale triggered something inside me, and since then I’ve used MyFitnessPal to track my daily calories and exercise. With the exception of a bit of calorie-overage during the holiday weekend (and really, it wasn’t MUCH calorie overage), I have been consistently under my daily calorie allowance for almost two weeks. This is the best I have done so far in my efforts to lose my baby weight. It seems that my resolve is stronger this time than it ever has. I have also been seeking support and encouragement from the website/app LifeKraze. The community there is full of really positive people who love to give virtual high-fives and support.

I am trying to take it slowly with a goal of being 20 pounds lighter by my brother’s wedding June 1st. This goal is completely attainable; in the past, I have lost 20 pounds in just under two months’ time. I am being realistic about the rate at which I can lose weight now – I do not have the free time nor energy to lose at the rate I used to. So 20 pounds in 5 months is my first goal. My ultimate goal is to reach the weight that is pretty healthy for me: 160 pounds.

I have a long road ahead. Losing 50 pounds is more weight than I’ve ever needed to lose before. I’m determined to do it, though. I think this time my resolve is set.

The first month of 2013 will bring exciting things. I turn 29 (WHAT THE EFF? How did my 20s go by so quickly?) on January 9th, my daughter turns 3 (again with the WTF) on January 20th. My brother and his fiancee are coming for a visit. I’m looking forward to what 2013 has to offer. 2012 went by in the blink of an eye; I know that sounds like a cliche, but that is exactly how it feels. It was January, I closed my eyes, and when I opened them my daughter was opening Christmas presents.

I hope everyone has a safe and happy New Year celebration. I will be spending it with a quiet evening at home with my family. Here’s to a happy and healthy 2013.

Warm Holiday Wishes

Christmas is almost here. I am looking forward to seeing Nellie open her presents on Christmas morning. I wanted to go ahead and share what I’ve decided is this year’s Christmas card. I put it together a little late. The image is from Nellie’s daycare Christmas program and was taken during her class’s set of songs. From our family to yours……….

 

 

 

……………………………… Happy Holidays everybody!

Sick o’ Ween

Happy Halloween, party people!

I’m not sure why I just called you “party people”. It’s probably because it’s late, and I haven’t had much sleep, and have also had a drink (or two) because it’s been an interesting three days.

Let’s bring it back to Friday, which was awesome. We attended a local event at the aquarium here. Nellie dressed up, complete with glitter makeup on her face – which, by the way, is the worst idea ever. If you’re thinking of ever putting glitter make up on your almost 3 year old’s face? DON’T. Just fucking don’t. Because it gets everywhere and is impossible to wipe off, and that cute little flower you painted on her cheek will end up looking like she face-planted into a clown by the end of the night – and partied with sharks, stingrays, and jellyfish. We got goodies and had a blast. Saturday we attended a fall festival at the local nature center, which was even more awesome than the aquarium. Nellie rode her first pony, we got to see a bunch of cool critters, and caught a little bit of an outside viewing of “It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown!”.

It’s good that we got all our Halloween out over the weekend, because by Monday morning the party was over. Nellie was sick with an awful cough and a fever, so I kept her home from daycare.

Tuesday, more or less the same, but with a slightly more spirited toddler.. Except into the evening, when she became feverish and cough-y again.

Kept her home Wednesday, when I decided to take her to the doctor. Turns out, she has a severe ear infection and croup. The ear infection was a big WTF for us all, because she never exhibited symptoms of an ear infection. Anywho. We had grand plans to take her Trick or Treating with her BFF Bella, but those were shot in the ass by Mr. Croup. Thanks, asshole. I dressed her up anyway because why the hell not? Took her to Josh’s parents house so they could see her, and she could get a change of environment. We’ve been instructed to one more day home for sure, then play Friday by ear.

So here I sit, on All Hallow’s Eve, with a slight buzz. Oh, did I mention that my treat this year was catching my child’s vomit in my hand? I DIDN’T? How did I leave that out? Nellie woke up coughing. The medicine we have her on is thankfully turning her barky/dry cough into a more productive one. Seems the little lady had so much mucous it was gagging her a little, so before I knew it the little girl I had cuddled in my lap was puking in my hand. Trick or Treat, smell my feet, I’VE GOT THE CROUP AND NOW YOU HAVE BARF IN YOUR HAND.

I have a feeling we might be in for another long night. I forgot to mention what Nellie was for Halloween. It was originally a purple glitter fairy/butterfly but today it just sort of evolved into Luna Lovegood.

Ten points to Gryffindor.

Happy Halloween, everyone!

 

That Time You’re Recognized From a Facebook Photo

So my weekend was pretty interesting. I got invited to a party weeks ago and was really excited about it. The host posted photos of the decorations he was putting up all month long and my anticipation and excitement grew as the date came closer. I debated what I should be. Katniss? A crazy cat lady? A zombie Mitt Romney? Nothing seemed right until one day, I was struck with inspiration for a costume that was truly perfect and screamed NATALIE. And also something else, but I’ll get to that.

The party was great. Perfect amount of people, great food, PLENTY of drinks (and when I say plenty I mean enough to get Texas drunk), and the host went all-out. I mean it. He decorated every single room in his house. It was amazing! I had a wonderful time, met some fun people, had too many Jell-O shots, played with a Ouija board and acted like I knew what the hell I was doing, ended up piling in a car with two Oompa-Loompas (one was sober), a zombie cat lady, and Honey Boo Boo and we drove off to the (very haunted, if you believe in that sort of thing) Chickamauga Battlefield at 1 A.M. like a car full of 16 year olds with nothing better to do.

All in all, it was an extremely fun night.

On Monday, I walked into Nellie’s day care only to be stopped by one of her teachers:

Her: Hey! I meant to ask you – how do you know Justin?
Me: *frozen* Uhhhh… Justin *lastname*?
Her: Yeah!
Me: You…. saw the tagged Halloween party pictures on Facebook, didn’t you.
Her: Yeah, I did! We went to high school together, and I was looking through the party pictures and saw you and thought you looked familiar, but it was hard to tell with your costume. Then I saw your name and was like OMG that’s Nellie’s mom!
Me: *mentally running through the tagged photos I saw and wondering if I was caught taking Jell-O shots* Ha.. haa… Yeah! It was.. a fun time…

Miraculously, the party paparazzi didn’t snap a single photo of me imbibing. It did, however, catch me in all my costumed glory:

I’m not sure if this is more or less embarrassing than a photo of me double-fisting Jell-O shots and eating pigs-in-a-blanket while hunched over a Oujia board. While I’m not embarrassed of my costume (because it’s fucking AMAZING), I learned from the party that trying to explain ERMAHGERD to someone who hasn’t heard of it is the most awkward thing ever. Luckily the girl did not ask about my costume and let me go on my awkward way.

OH, FACEBOOK. YOU AND YOUR TAGGING MADNESS. You crazy ass social bastard.

This is Halloween

Nellie’s first Halloween wasn’t very interesting. She was 9 months old, I meant to put her in something cute that showed off how adorable and “baby” she was but it turns out I’m kind of a procrastinator and that never happened. We did have a super cute Halloween-themed photo shoot with her though, which kind of made up for the lack of 1st Halloween costume.

Last year, we decided Nellie told us she wanted to be Spider-Man. It was adorable, except sometimes the costume made her cry.

We’ve been asking Nellie for a few weeks what she wanted to be for Halloween. Her usual response was, “NUFFIN. I DON’T WANT TO BE ANYFING FOR HA-WEEN.”

WAY TO GET INTO THE HOLIDAY SPIRIT, KIDDO.

This past weekend, we finally decided to just take her to the Halloween store and tell her to pick something out. Normally she says she doesn’t want to do things, but really she does, she just doesn’t know it yet. She ends up having a great time and liking whatever we’re doing even though she’s whining and insisting she just wants to stay home and eat popcorn while watching The Land Before Time Pt. Ninety.

So we took her to the store and led her to the toddler costumes. She perused several options, the first of which was a Rapunzel costume that cost approximately $50.00 and was made of like, a plastic bag spray-painted purple and pink. She then proceeded to spaz out completely and pluck every princess-related item from the hooks on the wall. She grabbed a Princess Aurora tiara and stuck it on her head backwards. Then a helpful clerk (and by helpful I mean “doesn’t have children and doesn’t understand the concept of ‘DON’T WANT TO PAY TEN DOLLARS PER ACCESSORY WE ALREADY PAY MORE IN DAYCARE THAN WE PAY IN RENT'”. Okay that’s not fair. The girl was really nice. And she had blue hair and amazing shoes and I pretty much envied her skin and fashion. Did I mention I’ve been drinking while writing this post?) informed us that they also had wands. So Nellie grabbed an Aurora tiara and wand, then pointed at a Rapunzel wig, and then an Ariel costume. So we had decided that she would be like, a Fraken-Disney-Princess which is various Disney items patched together to make a brand new princess.

We managed to pull her away from the princesses to browse other costumes. Along the way she decided she wanted to be:

  • A purple cat
  • A cat with a fuzzy jumpsuit that looked like it belonged in 1973
  • A “Baterina” – which is a ballerina and a bat, I guess, which makes NO SENSE because bats are nocturnal warm-blooded mammals, and ballerinas are Natalie Portman.
  • Buddy from the Dinosaur Train
  • Iron Man
  • A fire fighter

We finally convinced her to settle on a cute purple butterfly:

Fox not included.

Pretty cute, I wanted her to be an adorable stripey cat but she wanted nothing to do with the ears and tail so whatever. She’s been wearing this costume all weekend and now her wings are all bent and crooked like a fairy that went on a weekend-long bender.

Happy Halloween!

Hai, Holidays!

I’ve broken what I’ve read is a blogging rule, and that’s being lax on posting. In my own defense, I don’t have Internet at home so posting is difficult. I’m posting this from my iPhone right now (yay technology!).

The holidays are finally upon us ad I’m even more excited this year than I was last year. Now that Nellie’s older, I cannot wait for her to see the tree and open her presents. We’ve already gotten most of her toys and are waiting on one of the bigger ones to ship. I briefly toyed with the idea of venturing out on Black Friday, and then I remembered I hate crowds and have social anxiety and changed my mind. I will be barricading myself inside my apartment and staying far, far away from anything remotely resembling a store.

We are putting our tree up tonight and watching my favorite Christmas movie; Christmas Vacation. Hope everyone enjoys/enjoyed their Thanksgiving and let the holidays begin!

The Return of the Holidays

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Hi, everyone! Remember me? I’m the one who writes this blog. You know, Mommy Boots? I’m still around, I’m fine, Nellie’s fine, everyone’s fine. Our internet’s not so fine but whatever. I promise I will write an update post soon, but for now I want to talk about the holidays.

I know, I know. You’re still knee-deep in Halloween candy and you’ve barely managed to get the toilet paper un-stuck from the limbs of your trees but hear me out. I’ve already written one post about my love for pumpkin spice (I love it so much, I literally bleed for it) but now I want to spaz a little bit about my love for the holiday season.

I love Thanksgiving and Christmas. For me, the Christmas season isn’t allowed to begin until Thanksgiving is over. Pretty much as the last bite of turkey is ingested, I am ready to run and pull out all of my Christmas decorations. Last year I even jumped the gun a little and put my stuff out early. I couldn’t help it. For a few years, after Thanksgiving dinner was done and we were home for the night, we’d put on National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation and decorate our tree.

I love everything about the Christmas season. I love the smells, the music, the decorations.. I love it all. One of the things I get the most joy out of (after Thanksgiving, of course) is setting up my Christmas station on Pandora. I’m picky about my holiday tunes; if I hear too many different renditions of Jingle Bells I feel a little homicidal so I like a lot of variety in my holiday tunes. Holiday movies are another big mood-inducer for me. Christmas Vacation, Home Alone, Love Actually are just a few that I have to watch to get into the holiday spirit.

We’ve already established that I like holiday candles. Christmas is no exception. I like to fill my house with that Christmas-y pine scent, and there is one candle that’s mint vanilla or something that I drool over. I love Yankee Candle but not the price, so I usually opt for something from Wal-Mart or Target that’s not so scary on my wallet.

image courtesy of gettyimages

There’s something comforting about settling in to watch a few shows or blog with the soft glow of a Christmas tree beside you. It gives me warm fuzzies and I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s because some of my favorite childhood memories are of the holidays, or maybe I’m just a sucker for small lights on a tree. I am kind of easily amused and distrac-oh and I forgot to talk about Christmas morning!

When I was a kid, I would always be up at like 4 A.M. practically having a panic attack I was so anxious to open presents. Once first light hit I was at my parents, clawing frantically at them and begging to open gifts. They’d roll out of bed and lazily head to the kitchen where they’d brew a pot of coffee. I’d be crouched in the living room, gift in hand, poised rip open the merry face of several Santas beaming up at me from the wrapping paper. They’d eventually come out with cups of coffee, dig around for eleven hours for a Christmas mix tape and pop it in. It wasn’t until the grown-ups had their coffee, the music, and were settled that my brother and I could dig into our presents.

It seems that I’ve inherited my parents’ love for torturing their children, because last Christmas I did the exact same thing. Nellie wasn’t old enough to have the Christmas Morning Antsies, but I didn’t want her opening presents until I had my cup of coffee, my pine tree candle lit, and my Christmas Pandora station open and playing. There, in the soft comforting glow of the tree I helped my daughter open her first Christmas gifts.

I experienced more joy and excitement that day than all of the Christmases of my childhood combined. There are a lot of things I love about the holiday season; the smells, the sights, and the music but the one thing that brings me the greatest satisfaction and most joy is anticipating the look on my daughter’s face when she experiences the holidays for herself. That, to me, is greater than any gift that I could receive.

What are some holiday traditions that bring you comfort and joy?

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Beep Beep. Happy 4th. Hot Dog Turnips.

Welcome to my randomly-titled post.

I think that this has officially been the longest I’ve gone without posting here in a long time. It’s been a week. I honestly don’t remember the last time I went this long without a post.. But I’ve been busy.

The Zoloft seems to be helping as far as I can tell, though the anxiety/depression has always waxed and waned so I’m not sure if the medicine is helping lift the fog, or if I’m just going through a “clear” period. I do know that the first few days on the medication made me nauseous as hell which wasn’t much fun. One thing I failed to mention about my doctor’s appointment is that I’m ten pounds lighter than I was this time last year, which surprised me and is pretty cool. I’m still technically obese (I say ‘technically’ because I think the BMI scale was actually created by either Nazis, or Kate Moss who may or may not be a robot. Robot Nazis, maybe. I’m not sure but whoever did it is an asshole) but I was happy to see that I have lost some weight.. Even though I haven’t really been doing anything different.

I’m feeling happier. I’m getting more joy out of things. I went to chorus last night and for the first time in a while, thinking about going didn’t make me feel anxious and worried. We had a really great, long holiday weekend with a little surprise. And by “little surprise” I don’t mean that I’m pregnant. Just getting that out there. We dropped Nellie off at the grandparents’ and went to a car dealership to see about trading our 2006 Hyundai in. We had plans to just ask if it was even possible, as we still owed money on it. It had almost 100k miles on it, and was beginning to fail us and was on the verge of costing us a lot of money. Four hours and a lot of “don’t get your hopes up” looks at each other later, we drove off the lot with a brand new, 2012 Ford car. Yeah, I know. I was shocked too and I’m still in denial that it’s ours. I keep expecting the car salesman to call us and tell us to bring it back; that they were just fucking with us. The payments are a little more a month, but my name is on the lease (it wasn’t on the Tuscon) and it’s going to build my credit score. Which is awesome. It also has a SYNC system, which means I can do certain stuff with my voice and it makes me feel like I’m piloting a spaceship. I can hook up my iPod and push a button and be like “PLAY.” and it’ll fucking play. And then I can be like, “CALL. JOSH.” and it’ll totally call Josh. Except sometimes it misunderstands me, and will dial someone that I totally don’t want to talk to and I’m left frantically trying to get it to stop by pushing random buttons on my steering wheel and yelling, “NO! NO! END CALL. END CALL! NO!” and I swear to God sometimes I can hear the car laughing at me. Did I mention the Zoloft is working?

We had a nice cookout at Josh’s sister’s place on Sunday, and Nellie got to swim and eat lots of stuff. Mostly cookies and a hot dog. I swear to crap, this child is going to turn into a freaking hot dog. She eats so many of them and I hate it because they’re so unhealthy, but I’m kind of just glad she’s eating so I just pretend they’re turnips, or really weird looking pieces of lettuce.

So anyway, that’s my totally random update about my car that’s awesome but is also fucking with my head, my kid’s hot dog obsession and my mental health.

 

So This is Christmas

Josh had to work both Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, (boo) so we got our Christmas celebrations done on Wednesday. Nellie got a lot of great things and looked adorable in her dress (which I had to take off pretty early in the afternoon. She couldn’t crawl around in it, heh heh). We had Christmas with just the three of us first..

Then later in the day, we headed to Gran and Pop’s for a family get-together.

Christmas Dress

Nellie & Uncle Tim

Nellie, Gran, & Pop

Presents!

It’s not a holiday until someone cries.

I think that Nellie was most excited about the gigantic stuffed monkey that her Uncle Tim gave her, whom we’ve named Dr. Zeus. She got a lot of great stuff, and promptly passed out when we got her home. I got some amazing news at work + a little bonus check, so Josh and I treated ourselves to a long-overdue new TV. There’s a story behind the TV, too and it’s pretty epic so stay tuned for that.

Now, on Christmas Day, I’m sitting typing this while my baby girl naps. She has a chest cold and is really congested. We had a rough night with her sleeping on my chest for the most of it, and when we woke up?

Snow. In Chattanooga, Tennessee. This never happens, and from what I hear from people who have lived here a long time, it hasn’t snowed on Christmas Day in 20 or so years. I’m staying warm and cozy inside with Nellie, missing Josh and the rest of my family. Nellie’s first Christmas is a White Christmas, which is pretty special, I think. I’ll be posting pictures later!

So, Merry Christmas from my family, to yours. Soon we will say goodbye to 2010, and hello to 2011.

Happy Holidays from the Greens!

My Family is Elfing Hilarious.

Get it? Elfing? Instead of.. Whatever. Anyway, when Elf Yourself first came about a few years ago, I spent about two hours making various funny creations featuring the faces of people I knew and loved. Then I sat there giggling like a moron, because it’s funny.

I think I’ve outdone myself this year. I created a truly epic Christmas video starring me, my husband, and Nellie.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Want to make your own, and join a linky of other people making funny videos? Link up here:

Elf Off 2010

Happy holidays, from my strange family to yours!