The Monday Mow (Not run) - 7/21/2014

Monday	Tuesday	Wednesday	Thursday
Run Mow Start Time: 7:59 pm Duration: 19:15 Millage: 0.8 Average speed: 2.5 mph Calories burned:150 Weight: 148.2 Time weighed: 11:00
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Monday

I took Tristan to his 2-month check up. We talked to the doctor about his (going-to-bash-my-brains-in) crankiness that starts from 5:00 pm - bedtime. All of my mom's friends kept telling me it was colic, but the crying only really starts up in the evenings. "He's perfect." according to our daycare. So it's just us? Our baby hates us.     : (

No, he doesn't hate us, or at least he doesn't hate us until we take him to the doctor to get tortured (shots).

Apparently it's just a phase. Baby's get cranky from 2-weeks - 3-months. Hopefully this phase will end soon.

When I got home, it was 100° outside and felt like I was swimming in the humidity. I decided to wait until 8:00 to run. Let the temperature drop to a more manageable one. Then my husband got home and reminded me we needed to mow our baseball-field-size yard. Sigh. So, instead of running, I mowed for 20 minutes... and got grass in my eye. That was the end of my night, because grass is yet another thing I'm allergic to. I tried rinsing it out with water, my husband chased me around with eye wash solution (I hate eye-drops), nothing helped but closing my eyes and going to bed.

Getting to know me, getting to know all about me...

Hello readers,

Welcome to my blog dedicated to recording my experience and progress as I attempt to loose my baby weight and get back down to my fighting weight.

A little about me:

My family: I have a 2 month old eating, pooping and farting machine... Tristan. He is our first baby and we love him to death -- when he's sleeping. My husband, Andy's a type 1 diabetic. What does that mean? In a nutshell, when Andy was 7 his pancreas basically said screw this shit, I'm moving out. He hasn't seen it since.

My brother and I have been on diets our entire life, not because we were pudgy children, because our parents have been on a diet our entire life. That being said, I'm pretty good about eating healthy (or quasi healthy). There's always at least one vegetable of some kind in the meal.

Bad habits:

• I LOVE diet coke. It's my vice. I don't drink it because it's low cal, I just love the taste. "Nectar of the Gods," according to my brother. 
• Carbs. If someone told me I would die in 3 days if I didn't stop eating carbs... (pre-Tristan) I would have shrugged and taken another heaping bite of my mac-and-cheese. 
• I'm not that good about eating protean
• I don't drink enough water (who does?)
• I hate breakfast. I tend to skip it, or replace it with 2 cups of coffee. 
• Beer. I love beer (even though I'm allergic to Barley, sad I know)

Statistics:

     Gender: Female (duh!)

     Height: 5' 1"

     Current Weight: 149.6

     Goal Weight: 125

FYI, based on my calculated BMI (28.3), I am almost obese (30). Really!?!?

I don't, nor have I ever, owned a scale. I didn't even pay attention to my weight at the doctors office when I was pregnant. I believe I tipped the scales at 160-something-or-other at one point. So the hardest part of this blog is going to be keeping up with measuring my weight. 

Why am I doing this? Because I am (next to my brother and father) the cheapest person I know. I refused to purchase maternity clothes when I was pregnant, and I can barley squeeze into my old pants now. My husband continues to tell me how beautiful I am and that I am perfect the way I am... blah blah blah. That still doesn't help the fact that I can't zip up my favorite pair of jeans, and my boobs muffin top out of my favorite bras. 

What am I going to do? Run, or jog really. Our dog, Rita also needs to loose a little weight, so she is going to join me in my running endeavors.