Friday, January 15, 2016

Baby Maeve - Six Months Old

I complained about my lass when she was 4 months old and how much she moved when I took photos.

I take it all back, she was perfect then.

She's still perfect now.

But she's crawling.

Just in time for Christmas.

And a Christmas Tree.

And Christmas presents.

And Christmas decorations.

She's good at timing these things.

What better way to keep your mom on her feet and help her burn those extra calories from all the christmas cookies she's eating than to start crawling!

It started out all cute and innocent, using her arms to drag her body while her legs lazily tagged along, dragging behind.

And then it advanced, the toes began to dig into the ground, trying to find a hold.

Next, the toes found solid ground and the legs began to push.

Even worse, she started to get on her hands and knees and rock!

This is all she achieved by Christmas morning, but it was enough to get her close to that tree. She never got an ornament, but she stole plenty of bows.

On Christmas eve (when we open our presents at home), I found six, SIX bows under the tree that had been ripped from their packages.

And one box with the corner gnawed off.

Look at her! Look at that face! She is so proud of herself.

Yes, Mom, I'm slowly destroying the bows and wrapping paper, but didn't I read somewhere that Christmas is more than packages tied up in string?

Well, you're right little lassy... but I like my packages to look pretty, next year.... oh next year.

Let's not talk about next year just yet.

Just stay a baby forever, okay?

- Amanda

[Less than two weeks later and she's full crawling, everywhere!]

Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Happy Halloween Back in 2015

Shout out to being way behind in life!

Yes, it's January.

Yes, I'm just getting around to Halloween 2015's photos.

My life has been busy, please be forgiving.

Let me tell you about this Halloween. I was excited! I wasn't able to make my son's costume last year because pregnancy was kicking my booty. I was way too tired and sick to even deal with it.

This year though, this year I was on it. My son wanted to be a Mummy and I had dreams.

Dreams of grimy fingers, a dirty face, ugly teeth and tattered bandages.

If you're thinking you see Mario up above and NOT a mummy, then your eyes don't deceive you, there is no mummy.

He ended up talking his Grandparents into taking him to the costume shop to just look at stuff and came home with a Mario costume.

Because when he found out he could be MARIO, he had to be Mario.

He's on a Nintendo kick lately.

I think tall and skinny is probably more of a Luigi look, but we won't tell him.
That mustache didn't make it beyond this photo. He hated it and I wasn't going to make him wear it.

It's probably for the better than I didn't get to make him a mummy, it would have been dirty and he'd need to wash his hands.


And my little lass?

Well, Mom is on a cute kitty kick, so she's my Purrrrrfect Pretty Little Miss Kitty.

It's like Breakfast at Tiffany's crossed with a kitty. 

Umm yea, she's purrrrfect.

I'm melting all over again and it's been 3 months.

Check this out from the side...

There is probably more skirt than baby there.

BAM! Adorable poofy skirt.

I want to brag and tell you all about how I'm so amazing because I didn't make a tutu like everyone else, I made the world's cutest midi skirt instead.

I want to.

But the truth is, I'm such an amateur.

I tried to get tulle the night before and the fabric store was sold out.

Such an amateur.

But this skirt turned out amazing!

Next time, I'll probably skip the tulle and get whatever this was again.


And I'm distracted by cuteness again.

She aced this photo shoot, I remember it clearly.

She was so excited about how excited her mom was over her little costume.

I slaved over that tail before taking the kids to an event at our church. All that work so she could stay cozy in the stroller and never show it off. I'm pointing it out because I want all of YOU to see it. Someone notice the tail!
And cuteness overload.

She did get to trick or treat one house.

One of my husband's co-workers lives a few streets over, super sweet lady. She insisted Maeve get candy too, so she got a tiny musketeer bar before retiring back home to hand out candy with Mema and Pipa.

And if you were wondering, we took the boy out for a fun evening, walked our feet off and misread a sign warning us that the neighbors had a zombie infestation.

My bad.

Don't worry, I was more terrified than my kid.

- Amanda

Monday, January 11, 2016

Baby Maeve - Four Months

There is it.

The lone and adorable photo of my baby girl at 4 months of age.

Let me tell you about this girl.

She doesn't hold still.

The photos were full of blurs.

The baby dove to the right!

She's flailing her legs!

Her arms won't stop blurring!

She peed!

If there is one good photo, we will just call this a wrap!

And there you have it, one good photo.

One good photo of baby chunk.

One good photo of a well fed belly that deserves every raspberry it gets.

One good photo of those perfect pouty lips.

One good photo of those squishy cheeks.

One good photo of those blue (maybe) eyes that I love to stare into.

It's all I wanted.

It's all I got.

One good photo.

- Amanda

Friday, January 8, 2016

Baby Maeve - Two Months Old

Oh lordy, it hurts.

I'm so far behind on sharing photos and talking about the kids. Now I get to relive months gone by, the time past.

Here she is. My little Maevy Wavy. Only 2 months old.

She couldn't move around, it was so wonderful! <insert crying laughing emoji here>

And the cheeks, oh the little squishy cheeks!

Wait, look at the next one...

Oh my gosh! The squishy cheeks! And she hadn't even crested 15lbs yet, what a wonder.

And those bright eyes, goodness, I love those bright eyes.

Ohhhh and now she's looking out the window, most likely at the robin family that angrily attacks the window since we had to cut down the crepe myrtle they loved.

She just looks so thoughtful, so curious about her world.

Maybe that's why she's such a go-getter, nothing stops this girl. She sees it, she wants to learn about, she'll get herself to it or get her hands on it.

Oh squishy.

Momma so misses this age already.

You're growing too fast.

- Amanda

Wednesday, January 6, 2016

2016 Focus: A Little Gratitude

I'm starting 2016 off in a different way, sorry not going the way of resolutions and weight loss. (Not ignoring that weight loss has been a consistent theme, it's just not my focus for the new year, it's been going on and the holidays ruined it!)

Instead I wanted to spend the first part of the new year changing my daily focus and my spiritual focus. I wasn't really sure where I wanted to go with this, I started searching and browsing for something to inspire me.

I found it over at She Reads Truth, the moment I saw their study on Gratitude, I felt it in my heart, this was it.

What better way to start the year, instead of focusing on changing things or what I want out of the year, show thankfulness from everything that's already in place.

I'm not bashing anyone's goals and resolutions, everyone has their own way, their own needs. This is what I needed.

All the rush of the holidays with several birthdays in the mix, it's easy for me to lose sight of everything. My mind is running a constant race trying to keep up with who invited us to what, what we are doing, when the man is unavailable due to hunting, does the baby have a new tooth!? [She got three teeth for Christmas, my goodness!]

So now, with everything but my own birthday said and done, I can finally breathe, take time for peace and schedule myself to do almost nothing.

Shout out to pajama days!

I haven't been the best about devotions my entire life, I remember quiet times always being stressed at church. And I'd start off well, hang in for a few weeks until life started to intervene. I'd miss a day, then two days, then three and before I knew it, I hadn't touched a thing in months.

Maybe it's because I'm stubborn, maybe I have a medical issue that causes my skull to be thick. It's just a little thick.

I honestly think I didn't like someone else telling me how I had to live my life, how I had to live my faith.

But this time just feels completely different for me. I'm drawn in, I want to study, I'm eager for the next day. This is something I wanted to do.

Plus I totally scored on journalling supplies in the target $1 area and that's fueling my fire to read and write! It might be materialistic but it works for me!

I woke up today, day 2 of my study, ready to read. Wondering when the baby might take a nap so I could jump in. I read everything and excitedly opened my book to write my feelings and my thoughts.

It feels amazing to be excited! And I know why.

I think, for the first time in my life, I'm starting a study because I want to.

It's not because someone told me to.

It's not because life has thrown me one more catastrophe and I'm desperately searching God's word for answers.

I just wanted to have a study time, just for myself.

And for that.... I'm thankful.

I'm a Stay-At-Home-Mom with a 7 month old baby fireball and I'm homeschooling my 6 year old.

I seriously don't get much free time. Ever.

The legends of never peeing without an audience are true and frightening. [5 minutes guys, that's all mom asks!]

My study from the other day. Headphones on, one of my favorite worship albums playing and actually wrote two paragraphs before the baby suddenly woke a mere 40 minutes into her nap. That coffee is probably cold too.

But my study time, it is mine, even when chaos continues to ensue around me and it does. It always will.

And you know what, I am so thankful for that chaos.


In my home.

Chaos in my home causing messes behind me as I clean, clinging to me at every turn and begging me to give it my undivided attention.

Chaos just wanting to sit in my lap and bounce or wanting to snuggle in a homemade sheet tent.

I love chaos.

Two days in and I am really starting to look at things in a new light.

Six months ago, I was sitting in my home, most likely in tears with a tight feeling in my chest. Life was giving me the sourest lemons it could dish up, they were still green and under developed. Life was just being nasty.

My husband's job was in question. My home was in question. I had a colicky infant that couldn't sleep, so neither was I. There were money woes. There were none of my clothes fit because I just had a baby woes. And there was that unspoken tension of it all, weighing on my normally happy marriage but we're both so tired and exhausted from worrying about and fighting against all the bad, that we were just existing around each other. Plus, throw in some postpartum depression and you've got yourself a nice witches brew for unhappiness.

And to sit here today, feeling the warmth of happiness inside is really invigorating.

Not everything is fixed. The baby sleeps better, the clothes almost fit, the job is safe, the home is safe and there is much more snuggling at night. Sometimes I still feel a tinge of sadness or longing for I don't even know what. Occasionally my husband gets off work early and I feel the worry, the panic arise because I fear the job is gone, which leads to worrying about the house again.

It's a daily fight.

But instead, I'm digging into the Lord everyday. I'm finding my happiness in Him. I'm searching my heart, His heart, to find myself.

Instead of being in the constant mode of worrying if there is enough, if it will stretch, if we can make it, I turn it around. I see what we have, where we have come from, what we have gained. No matter what happens tomorrow, I'm so glad to see the journey we have made so far.

What we did as two.

What we did as three.

What we dream to do as four.

As I pull in closer to God, I feel like my dreams are closer than ever. I feel hopeful, as if around the corner is a solution to all of our troubles.

Like life is about to make a big change.

What better time to focus on gratitude?

- Amanda

Friday, November 20, 2015

Baby Maeve - Newborn Photos

I have a lot of catching up to do! My baby just turned 6 months and I'm just now showcasing her newborn photos.

Let me tell you something about doing photography, it's like having your husband being a plumber. Your plumbing never works! And since I do all my own photos, I always put things off... I'll get them done soon, no big deal and then time is gone.

I managed to get her photos done, but then they set and waited for me to give them proper attention. I will pat myself on the back for printing them and sharing them with one Grandma... and then I completely failed to get them to the rest of the Grandmas. Dang it.

I wanted to do cute, swaddled baby photos, but it's like she sensed her Mother was trying to do something and refused to fall asleep.

These photos are actually my second try on a completely new day.

The first day I tried to do photos I spent 3 hours on them and for the whole 3 hours I breast fed her without a break. She never slept, she just nursed on and off. As soon as I would try to move her away from her food source, she'd go nuts and we'd start again.

I wanted to use her quilt in my photos. I saw this adorable photo online with the quilt folded under the baby and the baby all curled up on top.


Not happening.

She loved to curl up in the fetal position and lay on her tummy, but she refused to do it that day. She loved being swaddled and wouldn't let me swaddle her either.

She just wanted to eat, eat, eat! Again. Clearly we were already hitting a growth spurt. Oh the fun!

My husband came in the assist and captured a few candid photos that I love. This one of her screaming really sums up our first few weeks together. We didn't have any trouble breast feeding but she was colicky. I tried changing my diet, we did gas drops, gripe water but nothing helped. Just lots of holding, bouncing and patting.

My poor baby.

But despite that, I love her so much. I still kiss those cheeks everyday and tell her how much Momma loves her.

And while her photos may have not been what I planned, they still turned out beautiful! I love them and that, of course, is all that matters.

- Amanda

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Weight Loss Journey Check In

So I'm changing things up a little on my journey here. It's been hard for me to make the check in every single week.

I have a baby that isn't completely fond of sleep or being put down, so when she finally naps and my arms are free, logging weight is the last thing on my mind. [Typically I'm more focused on messes in the home or making time to spend with just my son.]

I'm going to continue tracking, but my check ins will still be more spread out. I still want to stay accountable and watch myself, but I want to give myself a little grace to live life too.

Current Stats

Current Weight: 145lbs
Goal Weight: 135lbs
Pounds Lost to Date: 3lbs


Nothing changed since my last check in, disappointing but okay. I'll get there, even if it's a slow process! Just when I thought I could get into the groove of exercising a couple of times a week because the baby was napping consistently, she quit on me. She started fighting her naps and started waking in the middle of the night to play. Figures, right?

But there is a reason this is a journey. A journey takes time, it doesn't happen quickly. I'm not racing to a goal, I don't want to crash diet myself down to a size. I know me, I'll eat myself back to where I started even faster. So I have to give myself grace, I have to give myself time.

- Amanda

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Maeve's Birth Story

I did really well keeping up and documenting my pregnancy and then bam, baby, I fell behind. Literally, the baby arrived.

Last time I talked about my pregnancy I was sitting in the middle of my 36th week and praying she'd want to make an appearance soon.

Week 37, cervix high, no extra dilation.

Week 38, cervix high, no extra dilation.

Week 39, cervix high, no extra dilation. Time to talk about inducing.

I'm not a huge fan of inducing, I induced with my son and it was a long, 2 day long process. It was uncomfortable and spending any extra time in the hospital is just not my preference. He still ended up coming on his own, so the whole thing was a waste.

But he was 9lbs 5ounces, a bit big for a 5'4 gal to push out. So I was already aware that my Doctor wanted to talked about induction if we neared 40 weeks, because I'm small and have a history of big babies!

We discussed it and she put in a call at the hospital to schedule me in for May 14th, two days before my due date. This was about 6 days away, still plenty of waiting time and time for my husband to clear his schedule with work.

And then May 13th arrived.

I woke up that morning feeling my usual cranky, achy self. I love being pregnant but this part is not my favorite. I planned to spend my day prepping my son to go to my parents, where he would be staying while we were in the hospital. I also was making sure we had everything we needed.

We were scheduled to check in at the hospital at midnight.

And then a funny thing happened.

I went to the bathroom and there it was, the bloody show. Gross, I know, but it's all part of the process!  And silly me, I didn't think much of it. I mean, plenty of women have it and still don't go into labor for weeks.

My husband came home early to help me get things together. We finished setting up our room to accommodate the pack and play, loaded up our bags, cleaned up the house and tried to relax.

But I couldn't relax because I was starting to have pain. Nothing serious, but a couple of contractions here and there. I was timing them, but they weren't very close and then they were and then they weren't.

Around 5 my mom picked up my son, told us to call her if anything happened and off went my first baby to await the arrival of his sister.

My contractions stopped for a full hour at one point and then started again. I had my husband take me out for a burger so I could get in a good meal before I was cut off for induction.

I kept logging my contractions on my phone, as I sat at the bar waiting for my burger, trying to act normal. They hurt, they were very uncomfortable but I wanted my food. And I had to have my food!

We got home around 7, I walked to relieve the pain and settled in on the couch when I was tired. Still tracking, but nothing consistent. My contractions would space like this: 15min, 4 min, 20 min, 10min, 5min, 6min, 10min, 30min, 7min, 5min and so on, up and down like that.

Around 11p.m. I started having trouble catching my breath, so we decided to go ahead and go. I'm glad we did because we barely arrived when it began to pour rain.

It's May in Oklahoma, we're lucky it was just a thunderstorm, nothing more. (Tornado baby!)

By time we arrived we were only 30 minutes shy of our midnight arrival, so they had me wait until Midnight to get signed in and hooked up, but they gave the pregnant lady a bed.

My nurse was shocked when she went to put the heart monitor on my stomach, she assumed I was carrying baby weight with that big belly. But no, it was a nice solid tummy with a big, happy baby inside. I recalled her telling me, "Honey, you are too small to be having babies this big!"

She was an amazing nurse and I really wish she would have been on through my delivery.

By 1 a.m. I was starting to cry and whimper. They decided to go along with my induction because I still had not dilated beyond a 1 but I hadn't even received the pictocin at this time.

She called the Anesthesiologist for me.

At 1:30, I was starting to scream a little with each contraction, I received the pictocin at this time. Oh the torture.

By 2 the Anesthesiologist arrived to give me my epidural, this was hard. I kept contracting every few minutes but needed to relax and hold still for the process. I'm in pain, I'm hot and I'm sweating buckets, I can't relax.

The first question the Anesthesiologist asked when he arrived was, "Don't you have an induction tonight?" Yea, that's me. I'm progressing MUCH faster than expected.

Once I received the epidural, my nurse wanted to check my dilation again. And now that I couldn't feel much, she decide to see what the hold up was. And then she found it, the little hand that had decided to rest above the little head and keep baby from dropping. I felt a soft pop as she gently pushed the hand down and suddenly I'm dilated to a FIVE.

The rest of the night kind of flew by, at some point my water broke and by 5 a.m. she had shut the pictocin off because my own contractions were taking over. I was dilated to a 9, my water broke and I was feeling like I could push. I recall my mom texting to see if she should come up, I told her no, nothing happened yet. And a few minutes later I texted her back and told her I was wrong! I'm a 9 and the water broke!

And then it happened.

She went to check my dilation and felt an ear instead, baby had turned.

The stubborn child rolled onto her side, not impossible to give birth that way, just not pleasant.

I wanted to cry or maybe I did.

I had to lay on my side and wait and pray that baby would turn back.

Turn! Turn! Turn!

She took her time but by 6:30 she had turned back, they called my Doctor and she was on her way in.

When the time came, it went so fast! They told me to push, wait, push, wait, push.... and wait so they could clean baby's face but never mind, she squiggled herself out the rest of the way! That girl does things her own way, move out of the way.

They told me I pushed for less than 5 minutes, way to go Maevey!

And so, at 8:47 on May 14th, 2015 we welcomed our daughter Maeve into the world. Maeve was a whopping 9lbs 9ozs and 21 1/4 long.

She is an absolute joy, though more difficult than our son ever was. We couldn't imagine our lives without this new little ray of sunshine! We finally feel complete as a family, before I always felt a little empty because I wanted another child so bad. I love my son, he really lights up my earth and I wanted him to have to chance to be a big brother and have a sibling to share the world with.

Right now, he's not completely fond of someone that does nothing but poop, cry, eat and repeat. But she's growing so fast and getting to that playful stage, I think he's starting to come around, just a little.

He may even be giving her kisses on the top of her sweet little head. Don't tell him I told you.

And that is the story of Maeve's grand entrance into the world.

- Amanda

Monday, November 9, 2015

Weight Loss Journey: Week 2, 3, and 4

Oh no... I fell behind!

I've been meaning to check in but wouldn't you know it, as soon as Mom wants to go on a diet, a tooth comes in... make that two teeth. And do you know what teething babies do... or don't do? Sleep!

It's super hard to not eat bad when you're just tired and really don't want to prep a proper meal. I like to eat my feelings and I get sad when I don't sleep.

Add in one more fun factor, a visit from Aunt Flo too. Boo.

But despite all that, Week 2 check in!

My Stats: Week 2

Current Weight: 143lbs
Goal Weight: 135lbs
Pounds Lost to Date: 5lbs


Boom! Still lost two pounds aaaaaand I put on my pre-pregnancy jeans and I could button them!

Talk about something to celebrate. Those jeans were kind of loose on me when I got pregnant, but I will gladly take it!

Now, I'll admit, week 3 I was not good. My husband and I were out shopping Sunday and I got a pumpkin spice latte. He was home sick Monday due to his asthma, so I got a pumpkin spice latte. I had a bad nights sleep one night and the next day, he brought me a pumpkin spice latte. Coffee shop Saturday? Yes, I had a Pumpkin Spice Latte.

And it shows.

My Stats: Week 3

Current Weight: 142.5lbs
Goal Weight: 135lbs
Pounds Lost to Date: 5.5lbs


Well, it's a loss right?

This week, ohhh, it's hard to look. I've had Chinese food, a burger, pasta and lordy, all that darn halloween candy!

My Stats: Week 4

Current Weight: 145lbs
Goal Weight: 135lbs
Pounds Lost to Date: 3lbs


Ugggggggh. I'm angry, I'm upset, Noooooo. But this is how it goes.

All honesty, I'm really in need of a boost, I've been looking into something to get me there. I'll keep you posted on that. I feel like my body is just a little off right now, like its not processing foods as well as it should, you know? With recently having a baby it could be a number of things! I have a Doctor's appointment this month, I plan to talk to my Doctor about my weight struggles. Maybe look into having my thyroid checked and such.

But for now, I'm upping my exercise and trying my hardest to eat well. It's that time of year that it just becomes flat out difficult to do so if you love food, at all. A

And I love food.

See you Friday!

- Amanda

Friday, October 16, 2015

Weight Loss Journey: Week 1

The Baby has arrived, I've recovered, I've been released by my Doctor and I've procrastinated.

But it's finally that time, to be responsible, take care of myself and get the weight off.

My current weight is not bad at all, heck, 90% of the time I would say weight is just a number and doesn't have any value when it comes to my overall health. It doesn't matter if I weigh 200 or 110 if I'm not healthy.

I can admit, I've been ignoring my health, eating what I like and trying my hardest not to care that NONE of my pants truly fit at the moment. I can wear my pre-pregnancy jeans by using the old hair tie trick to "button" them, but I cannot brag that they actually fit.

One thing I am certainly aware is that having a baby makes your body change. It took 9 months to get here and it's going to take time for things to get back to normal. I did not have six-pack abs when I got pregnant, so I should not suddenly expect to achieve those results.

My stomach is stretched and squishy, it's gone in a ton, but it needs it's own time to heal. I'm aware I have minor diastasis recti, that takes time and careful exercise to heal.

My hips are wider, because I ate a lot of brownies and because they naturally widen for child birth. Once again, they take time to do their thing and heal up.

My breasts... they've been breast fed on and, well, let's just not talking about those.

There are many things I cannot control, things that need time to heal. But I can start making diet changes, crack down on myself and work on my health.

So, obviously there is a something special I'm going to do, right? Something I might be selling, something you will have to find the money to buy. Right? RIGHT? Everyone is all about their magic pill, shake, wrap, etc these days!

Nope. None of that.

I'm not saying none of that stuff works, but quick fixes don't change lifestyles.

So, then it's a diet trend! Paleo? Gluten Free? An oldie but a goodie like Atkins?

Nope. None of that.

I know people that have done all of the above and done great things for their life and health! But I also know many that crash and burn so hard off those super strict diet plans. I know myself, I know I love food and honestly, I will crash and burn the first time a chocolate cake passes by.

So what am I doing?

Walking and counting my calories.

Ewwwww. Calorie counting. I honestly tell anyone that asks that it is horrible, it is miserable and I hate it. You know why? It makes me super aware of what I am putting in my body!

With calorie counting, I have a limit to how many calories I can eat in a day. So I have to think carefully about each and every piece of food that goes into my body.

500 calorie breakfast with a 400 calorie latte? I'm nearly out of calories for the day. Good bye lunch and dinner!

Now I would not starve myself of a meal to reach the goal, but I'm never going to achieve my goal by eating like that.

I'll probably do just the opposite and gain weight like that.

But I can plan carefully. Maybe I want a latte on a Saturday morning, then I'll make the best choice possible. Get a small, maybe get skim milk. At the end of the day, I may still end up going over, just a little, but as long as it isn't a day to day thing, I'll be okay.

If I make weight loss a total punish to my love of food, I'll hate it and eventually quit.

With the holidays coming up, there will be a lot of temptation, I may not lose anything the entire time. But I can watch myself, balance myself and keep myself from gaining weight.

And how much does calorie counting cost? Well, it can be free! There are many free apps like Lose it! or My Fitness Pal that are free to use, sometimes they charge extra if you want additional features. I personally will be using the fitbit app, you can use it without a fitbit, but it's much for useful with the tracker. I have a fitbit flex I bought last year, obviously that cost something. But I purchased it at a discount for participating in a wellness event at my husband's employer.  But you don't need one by any means!

I also find it helpful to log my calories before I eat, I can always go back and fix them if I eat more or less. But failure is more likely if I eat to my hearts content and then see how bad I did. By logging ahead of time, I can get an idea of my limit and eat a proper portion. For example, I used to eat a Clif bar at breakfast, but one bar is 250+ calories, before I even have my coffee and creamer! So I'm given the choice to eat a smaller portion or find a different breakfast. I don't even want to touch fast food because one meal is bound to throw me over my entire days limit. But I could look up a grilled chicken sandwich from Chic-fil-a, see the amount of calories, pass on the fries and soda, and keep my calories in check.

And walking? I try to get in at least a 2 mile walk about 3 times a week. It's not much, I know, but it's better than sitting on the couch. I don't get a lot of time to exercise right now, my son is too young to walk all the miles and by time my husband gets home, it's already getting late so I just get in what I can. Obviously that could be remedied with a gym membership but once again, it's getting late and by time I drove to the gym, did my workout and came home, everyone would be in bed. I don't want to sacrifice bedtime with my children or the little time I have to spend with my husband these days.

I would normally do a home exercise, but as I mentioned above, with the diastasis recti, I am trying to be easy on my abs. Crunches are a bad idea and can even make the split worse, so I'm trying to work on healing before I push it.

And that's about it.

I'm blogging about it for the accountability. If I'm putting this on public forum and logging my weight each week, I'll feel a little pressure to work on it.

Similar to Weight Watchers, except I don't have a group to go to every week. I'm just checking in here.

I'll be weighing in every Friday morning. I have my goal set at 2 pounds per week, which is super tough, but the overall idea is just to get the weight off.

My goal is to reach 135lbs, it's not super skinny but it is a comfortable weight for me. From there I can continue to focus on fat loss and bring muscle building in when I'm ready. I worked so much with weights last year, I was getting tone and thin but my weight stay around 138 and I was happy with that! Because the number no longer mattered when I was healthy and getting my body in great shape. I just want to lose some of the weight before I start adding the muscle back in. Gosh I miss my strong arms and my butt, it actually got bigger but it was soooo toned. Thigh gap be damned, give me muscle.

This week, my stats are at the bottom of my post since I wanted to explain myself and start my journey off. Next weeks and the weeks that follow, it will appear at top. So you aren't forced to read about my week if you just want to see how I'm progressing.

I started counting about 3 weeks ago, but I was super lenient on the first weekend, I gained what I lost immediately. Followed by week of "so upset I no longer care" and then a marathon of sewing week where I just forgot. But I'm back on it this week and I'm sticking to it, no more weekends of cheating.

My Stats: Week 1

Current Weight: 145lbs
Goal Weight: 135lbs
Pounds Lost To Date: 3lbs


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- Amanda