It has been 6 days since I started the whole weight loss process. I appreciate all of the support that I have received.. My motivation comes from the compliments, kind words, and words of encouragement. So, thank you!
I have walked/jogged/ran each day for 6 days. This has been anywhere from a mile and a half to 4 miles. If its raining out, then we take turns on the treadmill and if its nice out, we go walking... Anyway, I am proud to say that, as of this morning, I am down to 145.6 pounds. All it took was eating healthy and doing my exercises! I'm not feeling or seeing much difference around my spare tire tummy, but I know its coming eventually. I want to see results in my face and tummy.. So yay progress!!!
This week, I did fall off of the wagon for a night - thanks to a night out to dinner with friends. I ate fried chicken tenders and fries (but I did drink a water, which is a step up from my regular Coke).. I felt SO bloated and so incredibly bad once I got home. I swear, if I could have turned bulimic in that point and time, I would have. Then, to make matters worse, I looked up the nutritional facts for my meal. Oh dear Lord... 900 calories.... in ONE tender. It just made me feel that much more sick!! I had eaten 3, possibly 4, tenders and that didn't even include the fries. So, I felt ashamed of myself. However, the scale continued to move the next morning - so I didn't feel quite as bad because I was able to have that as my treat :) I should probably mention that I had not had that much to eat that day since I knew I was going out that night. The only other time that I have fallen off of the wagon is today at a one year old's birthday party; I had a few bites of a piece of cake. The good part is that I had portion control. I was able to get a few bites and then throw the rest away... But it was good while it lasted!!
So, my son, the almost 20 month old little boy, is Liam. Liam was born via c-section on the early morning hours (1:31 am) of October 15, 2008. I worked until I was 5 cm dilated... YES... I am a trooper. Actually, I had kidney stones around Sept. 18th and I think that started the whole process. I ended up having the c-section because I was in my 15th hour of labor and had only dilated to 6 cm's after being on Pitocin all day.. Liam is a dancer, jumper, singer, and he likes fruit. He can also throw a tantrum with the best of them. We went to Babies R Us yesterday to get a potty seat because we'll be walking down that road soon enough. We were fine walking to the door; he was holding mine and daddy's hands as we walked through the parking lot and he could count to 3 and we would swing him up in the air - as we always do. Well, we get to the door and a lady was putting a buggy away. She says "do you need a buggy?" and proceeds to give us this buggy. Well, Liam was close enough to where he could give the buggy a push. If you know Liam, you would know that he likes to push anything around. His battery operated 4-wheeler is just a big push toy to him... He got a small taste of pushing the buggy around and when daddy picked him up to put him in it, he flipppped out! Yelling, throwing his body back, and just making it as awkward for us as possible to put him IN the buggy. It had gone on long enough and he was making such a scene that I finally grabbed both of his hands and said, very sternly, "NO! That's enough!" And he whined some, but he knew he had been had, so it was a lot easier to strap him in. I looked up and over to my left where there was a lady looking at us and kindof a disapproving look on her face. Now, it may have just been my thinking that it was disapproving, but whatever it was, I didn't like it. I don't know if she was thinking that what I did was wrong or what he was doing was wrong, but who cares... and who are you to judge me OR my child? He is almost 20 months old, so he throws tantrums. Do you really think I'm going to let that go on and let him think that its ok to throw a tantrum? Absolutely not... He has to learn somewhere and I refuse to start disciplining him when he turns 3 and is such a holy terror that people hate to see him coming.. *steps down off of soapbox*.. I do my best to teach him manners and so far he says "thank you" and "please", so I personally think that teaching socially appropriate behaviors need to start from the beginning... Ok, that's it.. I just had to tell my story of the lady whose child is probably the one you hear running around the store screaming her head off because mommy won't buy her the toy she wants.
More Liam stories will follow, I promise.. There will be some great ones, I'm sure!
Until next time, Live, laugh, love, lose!!! :)
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