I don't post on here often. This blog is not something I think about often. It is, however, a great way to air out things I've been thinking about without posting a novel on Facebook (you're welcome, Facebook friends).
Sometimes I think about ways to encourage other moms. Sometimes I think about ways I can better serve my children. Sometimes my thoughts are consumed with just making it through the day.
But not today.
Today, my mind is overflowing with reasons I am so incredibly grateful for my amazing husband.
You may remember my REAL post, where I talked about the struggles my family is facing and how we can use those to help and encourage others.
You would NOT BELIEVE the incredible amount of support and love I have received from that post. But what has really stood out to me, and what is often overlooked, is my husband.
He is fighting a serious and very uphill battle. We do believe his diagnosis in my "real" post is incorrect, and he is actually facing something else. Something else that he CAN control and overcome with enough practice and effort and prayer.
Let me tell you something.
To have a man that is facing such intense struggles is one thing. To have a man that welcomes those struggles as a challenge, is eager to beat them, and acknowledges them and their effect on his family... that is something else entirely.
And that is what I have.
I have a man that no matter what, wants to make his family happy.
I have a man that can acknowledge when he has slipped up and corrects it willingly.
I have a man that is brave and courageous enough to talk openly with me about ways we can overcome this.
I have a man that works hard every single day to provide us the great way of life we live.
I have a man that is the very best at the job he does, and he does it happily and excitedly.
I have a man that works even harder so I can be the stay at home mom I always dreamed of being.
I have a man that plays with his kids in the evenings after work when he is tired.
I have a man that is insanely supportive of me and all of my ideas.
I have a man that loves spontaneity and surprising me with things he knows I will love.
I have a man that is always trying to do better.
I have a man that guards our home from Satan and his snares.
And most importantly...
I have a man that loves God above all else.
I am so blessed to have this man by my side for the rest of my life.
No. Matter. What.
I also have a man that does not hear this enough. He gets lost in the craziness of my mom-brain. I forget to tell him how awesome he is. How incredible he is. How thankful I am for everything he does for our family. How much I love him.
I know this happens to you too. If you are lucky enough to have an amazing man in your life, be sure to tell him once in a while. You may think he knows. Maybe he does. But he needs to hear it. And he needs to hear it from you. Sincerely. Honestly. Specifically.
Don't let him wonder if you appreciate him. Tell him. And tell him often.
Let me start by telling you how AWESOME you are! I never thought my post earlier this week would have as much of an effect as it did. I am absolutely in awe of the number of people who have reached out to me to share their stories and experiences. Honestly, I was absolutely terrified to press that "publish" button on my screen. Terrified. But I did it! And I am so glad that I did. That one very revealing post has brought me so much closer to so many of my beautiful sisters, most that I have known for years and never knew of their deep, intimate struggles.
I feel so incredibly blessed to have new eyes that allow me to see how many people truly are there for me and know exactly what I am going through, and, likewise, how many people I can help.
Because of the huge response to my "real" post, I decided to share one of my tools with you.
As a woman in general, but especially one with ADHD, my brain is constantly thinking about quite possibly 17 things at once. I can start making a cup of coffee and think of something I need to do, then by the time the coffee is done, I've completely forgotten that I needed to do something at all. You can ask my husband, I even lose track of my own sentences while I am still speaking them. I often start a task on my to-do list, only to see something else that needs done, then that reminds me of something else, which causes me to see something else, and so on and so forth. I start the next task as I think of it because of the likelihood that I will forget. But then the task I was already working on gets pushed aside and by the end of the day, I feel like absolutely nothing got done, but I was busy all day!
As a way to combat this, I normally keep a couple notebooks lying around so I can write things down as soon as I think of them. By the end of the day, they are usually pretty jumbled and messy because I like to write things down in different places as they make sense to me. If you've ever seen my notes from high school and college, you'll know what I mean. So I decided to come up with a way to make it a little neater. I left a lined area on the left for normal list making or notes or whatever you would normally put there. On the right, I created smaller sections for more categorized thoughts. I use these for shopping lists, daily bible reading passages, things I need to gather for an upcoming outing, things I need to put on my calendar, things I need to ask people, appointments that need to be made, etc.
I don't like calling it a "to-do" list because that makes me think I need to do it all and all of it is urgent, but not all of my thoughts are things to do, sometimes it's just something to remember. Calling it a "brain dump" helps me remember it is exactly that. I'm just dumping out all my thoughts so I can see them and organize them. Sometimes that means I can get rid of some as unimportant, but I need to be able to see it all laid out first and not worry about if I'm going to remember - it's all written out in front of me and I can relax my brain a bit.
Even if you don't have any form of ADHD, this can be a great tool to keep your thoughts nice and neat. I know I'm not the only one that's forgets things. ;)
Give it a try and let me know how you like it! You can use a page per day or as long as you've still got room. I didn't include a spot for a date because that makes it feel like you've got to start a new one every day. This is YOUR worksheet. Use it how it best works for YOU.
I love creating worksheets like this, so let me know if there is anything else you'd like to see here on the blog and I'll see what I can do to make it happen!
As always, if there's anything I can do for you or any questions you'd like to ask, please reach out and let me know! We are all here to help each other, so that's what I'd like to do.
Everyone is all about being “real” these days. I don’t like to be “real”. At least not in the sense of letting the world see all of my problems. I believe in living in the positive of life. Finding the positive and showing it to anyone I can. I think the world needs more positive.
However, we are also told in Galations 6:2 to bear one another’s burdens… as a command! How can we do that if no one knows our burdens and we don’t know anyone else’s? As Christians (and people in general), we have gotten into the habit of using the phrase, “How are you?” as a general, “Hello!” We say it quickly, in passing, as a greeting, without really looking for an answer more than, “Good! And you?” Anything other than this standard response sometimes makes us think of the answerer as a complainer, a “Debby Downer”, or an Eeyore when really they are just answering truthfully the question they were asked. We need to be more intentional in the way we greet others to eliminate this limbo between answering truthfully, risking people thinking about you as a negative person, or giving a standard, expected response.
Lately, as I’ve worked on myself alone and read through several books, I’ve come to the realization that there is a time and place for both. I believe there is a happy medium between being completely “real” all the time and trying to always be positive. Because let’s face it, sometimes negative people use the guise of “being real” as an excuse for them to air out their dirty laundry in places it shouldn’t be aired, while people who ALWAYS refuse to acknowledge problems can seem very fake or naïve.
There is no need to bring unnecessary negativity to the world, but when we share our struggles in a negative subject occasionally to ask for help, encourage, or just to let others know they are not alone, the perceived negativity in “realness” can actually be considered positivity because it serves a purpose; the purpose of helping ourselves or others. And that is always a positive.
So I am about to get real. Really real.
Many of you know that my husband has been diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder Type 2, which comes with it’s own set of problems for everyone involved. What you may not know is that I am also struggling with my own mental health. I have Type 1 ADHD (the inattentive type), anxiety, depression, and an eating disorder.
How’s that for real?
I am proud to say that I officially consider myself in recovery from the eating disorder. I had a wake up call in December that changed my life immediately. The message it gave me was/is stronger than the thoughts Ed gives me (“Ed” is my eating disorder – it’s easier to talk about something when it has a less stigmatized name). If you have any questions about this part of my life, I’d be more than happy to speak with you privately. If you think you have an eating disorder, get help! Getting skinnier is not worth the damage you are doing to your body. You are more important than that. You are beautiful and deserve to treat yourself as such.
As is common for women with ADHD, I was not diagnosed until my adult years. I had unknowingly developed coping mechanisms to manage my symptoms. I never would have even thought to suspect ADHD as an explanation to my behaviors. I always just thought I was a spacey and forgetful. The only reason I was diagnosed is because my therapist noticed signs when I went to her for the other problems. This one is a new struggle for me – one that I have not begun treatment for but am aware of. Knowing is half the battle, right?
The anxiety and depression are constant struggles, but I have found ways to manage and cope. These illnesses are not just feeling anxious or sad sometimes – they are all the time and can be debilitating. They are actual medical conditions and shouldn’t be brushed off as anything else. It is not just something you experience for a day, and it’s certainly not something you can just “snap out of”. Through prayer, bible study, and a combination of various other techniques, I have found a decent system to combat the feelings these illnesses give me.
Now that all of that is out there, I say all of that to show you that you are not alone. We all have struggles and experiences that have given us insight and wisdom on certain subjects. If we all shared our knowledge on those areas in a helpful and courteous way, can you imagine how much better the world would be? But how can we share out knowledge with those who need it if we don’t know who needs it?
So maybe you’re also struggling with one of the areas I mentioned and you want to talk about it. Or maybe you have some wisdom to share with me about my struggles. Or maybe you have struggled with something entirely different and would like the prayers of someone else on your team. Whatever it is, please reach out! Leave a comment or send me a message. If you don’t feel comfortable talking to me about it, that’s fine too, but tell someone! A support system is invaluable, no matter what you’re going through.
You are not alone.
Let’s start sharing our struggles AND our wisdom.
Let’s live this beautiful life together.
Long time, no see, friends!
I hope you all had a very merry Christmas filled with love and people you care about.
This year has brought lots of positive things to our life, but it has also brought a fair share of struggles. Before I get to talking about my new pattern, I want to remind all of you that in the midst of your toil, in all of your struggles, worries, and pain, God has not forgotten you. You may not understand the things He is allowing to happen in your life, but know that He will see you through it. He is using you for His great purpose! I may not understand the things my family is facing right now or see an end, but God does. He has been to the other side of your storm. He knows what's coming, and He is there, walking right with you. WIth God by our side, we cannot fail. So keep walking. No matter what comes your way, keep pressing, knowing that if you trust His plan and have faith, He will carry you when you feel like you have walked your soles bare and can't possibly take another step. Trust Him and lean on Him and you cannot fail.
Okay! Glad I got that out there. Moving on!
I have been making this sweater for a few months now. It's one that I just kinda said, "What if I do this..." and played with it till I got what I wanted.
I just made one for myself initially, not thinking many people would care. I got my mom to snap a picture (see right➡️) and posted it on my Facebook page. Well it turns out that a lot of people cared. That one single post has gotten the most views out of ALL other posts on my page. I got orders left and right for that sweater! I was so incredibly shocked and humbled by the attention it received. I legitimately was amazed every time I logged into Facebook and saw the post reach number growing higher and higher. I was busy for WEEKS filling orders.
One day, I received a comment asking for the pattern because she lived in another country and it would be too expensive to ship the finished sweater. Never did it occur to me to write down my pattern! So off I went to try to explain my scattered process. Of course that meant I had to make another sweater so I could include step by step photos in the pattern for y'all!
SO.. I have finally finished all parts of this pattern and it is ready to be read and created by crocheters everywhere!
After you create this sweater, please leave a review in my Etsy shop and let others know what you thought! Feel free to comment here or contact me with any questions you come across while working! I am happy to help!
Check it out and let me know what you think!
I have been in a crocheting mood lately, but I wanted to make something different than my usual of scarves, hats, ear warmers, cup cozies, and boot cuffs. I love making those things for my customers and think of each person in every stitch of their order (check out my page HERE!), but I wanted to work on something different for a few days between orders.
I took to Pinterest to find a new pattern to try. If you're anything like me, you have something somewhat specific in mind when looking for a crochet pattern because, let's be honest, most wearable crochet items are... scary. I found myself thinking, "Someone actually made that?? For someone to wear??? Whhyyyy????" And it wasn't just once or twice that I thought that. YOU know what I'm talking about.
After not finding anything I liked in Pinterest, I went to all the free crochet sites and came up with the same. Jack squat.
Then I thought about a sweater that I have in my closet. One that I have had since sometime in high school. One that I couldn't even tell you where I got it because it's been that long. One that I still love because it's so perfectly cozy and autumn-y.
This is the one I'm talking about:
I just love this sweater more and more as the years pass. It fit me well back then, and as I've been shrinking my size over the years, it has grown a bit on me, literally, and I have to say that I love it even more now that it's a bit baggy. It's perfect to wear over long sleeves, skinny jeans, and boots.
So I pulled that sweater out of my closet and laid it out so I could see the shape. It's a surprisingly simple shape, and I thought, "Pshhhh... I can totally do that!" So, using nothing but this old sweater to go by, I started working on my new project.
Before we get to the pattern, let me start by reminding you that I made this up as I was going. I tried my best to write everything down clearly as I was going, but sometimes something I wrote may not make sense to you. I sincerely apologize for that. Feel free to tweak the pattern to your liking - if you make any changes to the pattern, please leave a comment with what you did so others can see it too!! I'd also love to see your finished item!!
I do not have any size adjustments to give you with the pattern. I will tell you, though, that it has a great deal of stretch and looks good on a wide range of sizes. I'm 7 months pregnant and it fits over my belly just fine, but I also can't wait to wear it when my pregnancy is over and it's a little more baggy!
Keeping that in mind, here it is! Click on the link below!
Thanks to my sweet husband for taking the pictures of the finished sweater!
He really is the best :)
I couldn't resist getting a few more shots in while we were out and all dressed in photo-worthy clothes!
If you like my pattern, please share it on Pinterest!! And comment or send me pictures of your finished projects - I'd love to see them!!
Also check out my Facebook page for other items I've made!!
Thanks for stopping by and happy crocheting!
There is currently a "Fun Size" Snickers bar in the back of our pantry. Hidden. Hidden because I hid it from myself. Out of sight, out of mind, right? It has been there for a while now, maybe a month or two, and my plan was working - I had completely forgotten about it.
This week, in an effort to eat better and make better choices, husband and I decided to take all the candy out of the house. All of it! I took the candy bowl we had on our kitchen counter and dumped that baby right into the trash. Without any remorse!! I filled the bowl with apples and bananas and was relieved to have that temptation removed from my daily sightline.
We have also been working on being more active. Being pregnant, I have a strong tendency to sit around and do nothing (except running around chasing my wild child, K). Because that is more comfortable. More convenient. But that is no more.
Last year, Jordan and I set out to lose weight and get healthy - to be around and set a good example for our kids. Various injuries and health conditions and pregnancy and moving across the country set us back a bit. But we are back in full force! Jordan has his weight goal and is heading right toward it, already down almost 10 pounds! I, on the other hand, have my after-pregnancy goal, but until then, I am working on staying properly hydrated and not looking like a cow by the time this pregnancy is over. Being active now will only make the post-baby goal that much easier.
So back to the candy. I dumped out the candy bowl, feeling empowered, having completely forgotten about the "Fun Size" Snickers lurking in the pantry.
But then it hit me when I was foraging around the kitchen for something to eat yesterday afternoon. I remembered that tiny candy bar. It would have been only too easy to scarf that down like a bowl of hot mac'n'cheese. But I didn't. I ate an apple.
While I was crunching on my delicious honeycrisp apple, I couldn't help but think about that Snickers bar. Not that I wanted it, but that I really didn't. But mostly what I was thinking about was "Why did I hid it in the first place?" If I had really cared about myself and making a change, I would have just thrown it away. Why did I leave it there, as an option, just in case? Was it to make myself stronger, knowing that I was resisting the temptation? If so, why on earth would I do that to myself??
But I know better now. Throwing away the temptation is not taking the easy way out. Throwing away the temptation IS overcoming it.
So I get on that treadmill (because AS IF I'm going to walk outside with a baby in a stroller in January in Iowa), and I drink that water (because pregnant women don't already have to pee every 10 minutes *insert eye roll*), and I eat that fruit.
And I throw away the candy. ALL of it.
Because I am worth more than a Snickers bar. And so are you!
P.S. I can always count on my sweet K to have my back - she made me breakfast
this morning! 😂
Stay strong, friends! You are worth more than your temptation!
With so many changes going on in our life right now, this post may end up seeming kind of scattered. I'll try to make it flow as best I can.
We'll start with our weight loss journey.
Jordan has made me the proudest wife in the world. He HATES running. And I do mean hate. He despises it and would rather do any other activity in the world. He even offered to go to a diet of just bugs if it meant he didn't have to run anymore. Fortunately for me, he won't be doing that. He, now able to fit into many of his previously too small clothes, has begun to really see the benefit of daily running, though. He has officially lost 18 pounds since June 12th. In two months, the man has lost eighteen pounds. That is SO great!! I am so proud of his hard work and progress. It is a little hard for me to hear people singing his praises about how great he looks, though. I, who runs way more than him, have lost a mere 8 pounds. And while it is obviously much more noticeable on him, I feel a bit disheartened when I don't get as great results as him, especially when the results I do get aren't even noticeable.
Something that reminds me it's okay, though, is the fact that I currently have a medical condition that does not allow me to lose very much excess weight.
That condition is commonly known as pregnancy.
Our sweet K is going to be a big sister early next year!! The estimation is late March, early April. We will get the official due date next week when we go to the doctor.
This was planned, and I got to tell my sweet hubby in a pretty cool way...
K and Baby #2 will be about 18 months apart, which will make me a busy momma, but a very happy one.
The pregnancy leads me to the next topic.
Because the baby needs my body and all of its attention, I am no longer able to nurse K. It is very bittersweet. It's bitter because I feel like I have failed K in some way because I can't provide what she needs anymore, like that emotional attachment she had and needed was just ripped away to make way for another baby. It's sweet because she hasn't been getting enough for a while now, so now she can take a full bottle to fill her tiny tummy before bed. It's also sweet because now I can wear whatever I want (until Baby #2 starts really growing)! While my body can't fulfill her needs, I can. I can give her all the nutrition she needs in other means. Her needs are being met, and that is what matters. But that's hard to remember when she's crying and that was my one single go-to method to get her to stop that always worked. It will make road trips easier, though!
Which brings me to my next topic.
We announced earlier this month that we are moving to Iowa. IOWA. We are going to load up the truck one day, drive the whole 12 hours (or more considering we'll have a 1 year old) the next day, and unload the day after that.
I'm pretty sure we're crazy because we also have K's 1st birthday party at the beginning of that week and an appointment with my new OB/Gyn the following Monday when we get there. Phew!!
Even though we are moving to a completely new place, Texas will always be home and we will always be Texans (even if our driver's licenses say otherwise).
We have SO MUCH to do before our move. All the packing is sorta overwhelming me at the moment. It mostly feels like our house threw up all of our stuff and now it's just everywhere. We have a whole room dedicated to garage sale stuff (unfortunately, that room is our formal dining that is right by the front door), and it's best to not venture off the path that I have cleared around the upstairs. I'm just going to have to dive in one day and knock a big chunk out to get myself feeling a bit more accomplished.
We also have a few maintenance things to do around the house, like staining the fence. But since I'm currently growing a human, I can't help paint on the oil-based stain for the fence anymore, so hubby is on his own for that one. So if there is anyone out there that enjoys staining fences, doesn't want to see Jordan cry, and would accept a pizza lunch as payment, give us a call. Please :)
Anyways, we are trying to make the most of our last few weeks here and trying to stay positive as we keep our heads above water. So tonight, we played in the pool!
Here is a picture of my sweet K, playing with her favorite thing: water!
Thanks for stopping by! :)
P.S. The baby I'm growing needs these cookies. And probably also anything else I find on Pinterest. So, Jordan, you've been warned. *maniacal grin*
Well, after about a week and a half of running everyday, my body decided I'm working it too hard and it needed a break. I got a minor sprain in my left ankle that I kept running on, turning it into a major sprain that resulted in a doctor visit and a boot :(
Per doctor's orders, I am out of commission for two long weeks. BUT, I have already lost 6 pounds, bringing me down to less than I weighed before pregnancy, so I am trying to continue to live a healthy life and eat well while resting my ankle. That's 30% of my first weight goal!!!
Jordan is still going strong, though, and is doing such a great job!! He has lost 9 pounds already!!!
I am so proud of our progress so far and can't wait to get back on the treadmill myself!
Now that we are a few days into our plan, we have gotten into a bit of a rhythm that works for us
I made a structured schedule for Jordan to follow because that is how he works best; it's basically a coach on paper yelling at him what to do.
I, on the other hand, actually enjoy running and don't mind being my own coach, so I don't have a set running schedule. In addition to running, I am also doing an arm workout so I don't fly away, which is scheduled (otherwise I would never do it).
Since I enjoy running and how it makes me feel, the hardest part of this has been eating better. I want to eat ALL the sweets!!! We can't even drive to church without me seeing at least 15 restaurants that make me think of a dessert and go "oooOOOOooooo..."
Here is our new purchase (or for Jordan, our new torture device 😂) in all it's black and gray glory.
Lovely view, right? Add a tablet and Netflix, or a phone and Pandora, and you're good to go.
Of course, my lovely helper is always standing by.
Just try to not work out with those big judging eyes staring at you!
Without further ado, here are our work out plans!
Jordan's First 30 Days - This is just something I made up for him because he DETESTS running. He needed to go slow, but it had to be firm. He has really impressed me, though, by doing more running than the schedule requires. After the first 30 days, we will measure the running/walking goals by miles instead of minutes or songs.
We mark through each day with a highlighter after he's done.
For me, I do the 5 minute warm ups and cool downs, but everything in between is different. I run/jog for 1-2 minutes, then walk for about 2 minutes and repeat for 30 minutes. This will increase as I get stronger. The goal time for our workouts is 40 minutes, but I don't like having uneven mileage, so I usually go a few extra minutes to round it out.
This is the arm workout I am using. I found it on Pinterest, but couldn't save the image, so I took screenshots and put them in a Word document. I added the table at the bottom for keeping track of the days. I fill in each box with a pink highlighter when I finish that day.
Since we both want to keep track of our progress, I also made this chart. We keep all this on the wall next to the treadmill to keep organized and on track.
Commence Week One post-workout selfie montage....
I was out all day on Saturday with a fever fluctuating between 101 and 103, and Sunday is my rest day. I was back in the saddle today and felt great.
Remind me to put makeup on before all my workouts. (I only did this morning because K had an appointment with her pediatrician first thing this morning)
As you can see, going to the doctor wore her out and she wasn't much help during my run today. That
is OK by me!
She was a real sweetie afterward though!! ❤️❤️❤️
Let me also just say.. Since cutting out cokes completely, neither of us had gotten any side cramps while running! Then we both had sweet tea with dinner last night and we BOTH got side cramps during our next run. Needless to say, we are GLADLY going to drinking only water!! (Except my morning coffee. I just can't cut that out.)
We have some momentum going now and we are both so excited for some change in our health, but I promise to not flood your Facebook feeds with fitness stuff. 'Cause no one really cares. But those who do, can come here!
If you have known me for any good length of time, you know that I lost 40 pounds between the end of 2011 and the middle of 2012. Let me be clear... I did not just lose it, I worked hard and managed to get it off. I worked out constantly (often with the company of my sister-in-law while my brother was deployed overseas) and ate healthier, though my eating habits didn't really change too much. For the sake of being transparent and open, I will tell you I started at 175 pounds when I moved out of my parents' house.
One hundred. Seventy. Five.
I knew that wasn't okay. It wasn't good for my health, my self-esteem, or my slim college-student budget (new clothes are expensive!!). But it had never hit me quite as hard before. I knew I needed to change. I wanted to change, but I didn't. At one point before I moved out, my parents bribed me to be more active. They told me if I walked 100 miles in a month, they would buy me a new pair of shoes for $150. Um, OKAY! It's sad, but it worked. I walked and I walked and I walked some more. I got the 100 miles done and got my new shoes (some really beautiful cowboy boots), but did I lose any weight? No. I did feel better, but my body had not changed. So I went back to simply being upset with how I looked but not doing anything because... well, why? It's not going to help.
Then I moved out of their house and into the dorm at the university I was going to. I was half the country away from my parents. I was on my own.
That first semester in the dorm, I didn't work out much. I just walked everywhere I needed to go on campus and didn't eat very much (poor college kid, remember?). I didn't even own a scale. One day towards the end of the semester, though, I started thinking about my fitness again and went out to buy a scale. I had lost 10 pounds. What? 10 pounds?? I didn't know how that could be possible, but I was encouraged.
I don't know what caused me to reconsider my health and activity level, but I did.
Maybe it was because we had an amazing gym on campus. Maybe it was because I had seen progress without much effort. Maybe it was because I had a new boyfriend for the first time in 4 years (who is now my husband). Who knows. What matters is that I did.
That is when I got intentional. I ended up moving out of the dorm after that semester and in with my brother and sister-in-law. I also got a job on campus. Both of those things helped my weight loss journey. My sister-in-law is an amazing cook and pretty great company during long 5+ mile walks around the neighborhood; in addition to walking with her, I went to the gym on campus after I got off work at 5, a lot of times with my awesome boss. Oh and water. I drank so. much. water.
Then it happened. I reached the "40 pounds lost" mark. The scale clearly said 135. I couldn't believe it finally happened.
I think that all sounds a bit like I rambled on for a while, but I say all that mainly for myself. To show myself that I've done it before and I can do it again.
When Jordan and I got married, the typical, cliché thing happened. I gained weight (it started a few months before we tied the knot). 15 pounds, to be exact. I weighed 150 pounds when we found out we were having our first baby. At nine months and one day pregnant, I weighed 188 (sheesh!!) pounds. However, at just 4 months postpartum, I was back at 155, which is where I have been ever since.
I am ready for a change. I actually have a section of clothes in my closet for when I lose weight or get pregnant again. Clothes that look good when I have a smaller mid-section or a pregnant mid-section (because it's socially acceptable for that kind of belly to show), but that I can't wear now because they cling to my weird post-baby stomach.
I want to fit into my clothes. ALL of them. I want to be healthy for my daughter. I want to set a good example for her. I want her to live a long, happy, healthy life... one that includes her parents!
So we are starting a new journey. Jordan and I both have our goals set and we are ready to go. As of tomorrow, we will have a new family member...
Meet our new treadmill. (Thanks to Craigslist and funded by plasma donations 👍 💉)
We get to pick up this beauty tomorrow evening and I could not be more excited!
As we get more organized with a specific plan and schedule, I'll post about those to keep us on track. If you tell everyone what you're doing and what your goal is, you kinda have to do it.
So here we go! 💪💪💪