1. Body by Bethenny. I know, I know. She's a Bravo reality star. But before you completely discredit her, many people don't know that well before she was on Real Housewives she was a natural foods chef for many celebrities and has done yoga for 20 years. And we've all seen her body. So, that's enough evidence for me. Plus the video is co-hosted by Kristin McGhee who is a yoga industry pro. The video is primarily yoga but there is a great 15 minute weight segment at the end and then a 5 minute "booty bonus" after that. To me the workout is just hard enough to know you're really accomplishing something but not so difficult that you want to die. I like.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Sweatin' it
1. Body by Bethenny. I know, I know. She's a Bravo reality star. But before you completely discredit her, many people don't know that well before she was on Real Housewives she was a natural foods chef for many celebrities and has done yoga for 20 years. And we've all seen her body. So, that's enough evidence for me. Plus the video is co-hosted by Kristin McGhee who is a yoga industry pro. The video is primarily yoga but there is a great 15 minute weight segment at the end and then a 5 minute "booty bonus" after that. To me the workout is just hard enough to know you're really accomplishing something but not so difficult that you want to die. I like.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Things I'm loving right now
My Wednesday evening. Specifically, the time I'll be spending at the W Hotel/Bliss Spa having a 75 (75!) minute prenatal massage and 30 minute hair and scalp treatment. I scored a totally amazing deal off of Travelzoo one day and am basically getting all of the above for a mere fraction of the actual price. I plan to get there early, lounge in a comfy robe, and soak it all in as long as I can. Oh, and I also love hydrangeas. Always, not just right now.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Sleepless nights
Madelyn had her first official asthma attack. It lasted from Friday until Wednesday. And then, because things were becoming too routine and predictable, she suddenly came down with a stomach virus around 7 p.m. on Wednesday night. Aside from the lack of sleep this means for me I absolutely hate to see her uncomfortable or not feeling well. So, if sleeping with me helps her feel better and get some rest so be it.
Now, Madelyn hasn't slept with me EVER until this week. Not when she was a newborn. Not when she had RSV or pneumonia. And not even on those nights I was having an emotional mommy moment and just wanted to cuddle her to death. It was important to me that she learn to be independent and sleep in her own space. And until now it worked.
But since Monday night she's been sleeping cuddled up right next to me. I can hear every breath and make sure she's ok. She wakes up just to give me a kiss then goes right back to sleep. It's pretty much my version of ooey gooey bliss. But it's time to stop and go back to normal. Mama needs some sleep.
So last night I tried letting her cry when she woke up. It didn't go well. Approximately 40 minutes later I gave in (I know, I know) and brought her in me, just further perpetuating the cycle. She slept like a log. I can't say the same.
Tonight I'm trying a new approach. When I put her in her crib I'm giving her a pillow wrapped in a shirt of mine so it smells like me. It feels vaguely similar to training a new puppy to sleep in his crate at night but I'm hoping it turns out to be my golden ticket to a night of restful bliss. And if she cries, she cries.
I figure it's better than spiking her juice with Benadryl or introducing Matt to the concept of the "family bed". I mean, aren't those the only feasible alternatives?!
Thursday, March 17, 2011
In the name of saving money
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Fighting sugar with sugar
So last week I really hit a wall. I wasn't feeling good about myself and I knew it was all mental. I knew I wasn't taking care of myself and therefore I literally saw myself getting bigger everytime I walked past a mirror. So I cut back. And I started working out again. And suddenly, I looked just a little bit slimmer in those God-forsaken mirrored closet doors in our bedroom (why oh why are those still there?)
So this week I made a deal with myself. If I limit the treats this week then come Saturday I can have a small Chick Fil A milkshake. That's what I've really been wanting, but instead I've been mindlessly eating everything else made available to me. Really, shouldn't I just hold out for the creamy goodness I've been craving? Some may call this counterproductive but I dare you to tell a pregnant woman that her logic is illogical.
Today we had birthday cake at the office. I did not partake. Duh, winning! (You can thank Charlie Sheen for that one). Chick Fil A here I come.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Batch Cooking = Easy Week
Friday, March 11, 2011
Alone Time
To me, alone time is critical. I think really it is for everyone. Sometimes once Madelyn is down I just want to go upstairs and sit in bed and read magazines. Or watch Extreme Couponing on TLC (holy food hoarders—has anyone seen this show?) Alone time is good in small doses. This week I'm planning to use my alone time to actually get something accomplished. Imagine that.
In fact, I have a whole list of projects to work on at night when little miss is sleeping.
Here's what I plan to try and accomplish over the next two weeks. Wish me luck (and energy)!
- Clean out the guest closet since that's where Madelyn will be moving in the coming months
- Clean out Madelyn's closet, pull out all non-fitting clothes and put in bin in garage
- Plan her second birthday party
- Cook! We're going to cook all day this Sunday. I let Madelyn stand on a chair and help me stir and she absolutely loves it. Except she eats copious amounts of whatever we're cooking so I have to watch what is in it. We're going to make enough food for the next two weeks and freeze half for later.
- Organize my recipe binder. (Take a moment to reflect on what a huge nerd I am.)
- Work on our budget. Yes, this is as glamorous as it sounds. But in an effort to save some extra money we're tightening the purse strings a bit. Luckily I love budgeting and playing with numbers so this isn't as much of a chore as it sounds.
- Make a contingency plan. If our house doesn't sell, how do we best accomodate the bambinos and guests in our three bedroom house? I am fully open to suggestions on this one people.
On another note, Madelyn has become surprisingly self sufficient these days. She even takes care of her mommy. The other morning at breakfast she gave me part of her waffle and said "Mommy eat more." I tried to explain to her that mommy doesn't need to eat more mommy needs to eat less, but this reasoning was lost in translation. Then a bit later she told me to take a nap and she brought me a blanket and my phone. Apparently it hasn't gone unnoticed that I have a minor blackberry dependence. Or the need for an occasional cat nap.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Tea party, anyone?
Please come in and have a seat on the couch with the really soft bamboo cotton blanket we got as a wedding gift. Throw off your shoes and relax. I'm serving black and green tea with a small side of red velvet cupcakes. Or maybe King cake in honor of Mardi Gras. Rest assured you can count on some sugar.
As we sat talking I'd probably tell you that I'm about to jump out of my skin trying to sell this house, and I'm having major contentment issues. I don't know if it's the part of me that wants to nest, or the part that just can't give up control, but for some reason I'm having a really (really) difficult time handing this one over to God and trusting that everything will happen the exact way it's supposed to. After all, it always does, right? RIGHT?!
I'd probably also confess that I've been extremely hard on Matt lately. Yesterday I actually had to apologize for being such a raging bitch, and I'm pretty sure those two words have never come out of my mouth. I think this happened immediately after I realized the only stretch marks I got in my first pregnancy, those located in the very conspicuous upper-butt vicinity, have reappeared. How has my butt already realized I'm pregnant? This wasn't supposed to happen for several more months.
I'd tell you that we have a doctor's appointment tomorrow that will hopefully give us the green light to share our happy news and it's pretty much all I can think about.
I'd also share that this week I'm trying to be more patient and bite my tongue when I don't have something constructive to say. I'm trying to not eat so many sweets (with the exception of our tea party which is clearly a special occasion), to do yoga, and to soak up every last minute with Madelyn before I have to divide my attention between two kiddos. It amazes me that she truly gets sweeter every single day.
What's going on with you this week? Link up over at Christi's page and indulge me—I'm a very good listener :)
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Bump Watch 2011
I thought it was probably time I update you on my pregnancy. You know, because details about my expanding girth, lethargy, and food aversions are universally exciting :) Don't worry, I'll keep it short and sweet.
Here are the high (and low) lights:
- I am deathly afraid to be weighed at my 11-week appointment next Wednesday. My appetite is rivaling that of world champion hot dog eater Kobiyashi, except instead of hot dogs all I want are carbs. I think this, along with the fact that I have already completely lost my waistline, is evidence that our newest bambino is not of the female gender.
- So far I've craved ranch dressing and pepperoni. Not together, but separately, and often.
- I can't even think about eating my beloved snap pea crisps. They are dead to me.
- In the past two days I've gotten my energy back and I am THRILLED! Yesterday I went for a long walk and the endorphins from that alone did wonders for my brain. For the past few weeks I'd felt like an empty shell of myself from complete exhaustion, but now I'm back! Matt is probably more excited than me, because this means he won't have to do everything at night while I lay on the couch like a lifeless blob.
- I really wish I had some pepperoni right now.
- I can't wait to see our sweet new baby on that ultrasound machine next week. I just hope and pray everything is ok.
- I'm doing lunges and squats every single night. If I can't have my belly, at least my legs can look halfway decent!
image from here