Saturday, November 9, 2013

Week 37 Weigh-In

I am back on track, y'all. Wearing my activity monitor, plugging in my points online, weighing in and even taking pictures. I have a nice weight loss to report this week too, all thanks to a stomach virus. Oh well. Motivation comes in many forms.

Last week I weighed in at 145 and this week I weigh in at


142.6!
That's a weight loss of 3.4 pounds. I wish I had been doing better these past few weeks and been losing more, especially because I am doing a biggest loser challenge with Fort Bend. I figured I would sign up for it since I was already doing Weight Watchers, but then I got lazy. Final weigh in is on Thursday or Friday next week, so we'll see if I am anywhere in the running.

I'll update with pictures and all my past week's numbers too. Thanks to those of you who have still seemed interested on this journey!

Update:
Week 35- 145.2, weight loss of .4 pounds
   
Week 36- 145, weight loss of .2 pounds


 Though I realize it's hard to tell how much weight I'm losing while I'm dressed up as a football.

Saturday, October 19, 2013

Weeks 31-34 Weigh Ins

Someday I'll go back and add pictures. Someday I'll wear my Active Link monitor again. Someday I'll find the time to track on Weight Watchers.

But it is not this day.

I've lost .4 pounds in 4 weeks, which is an abysmal average.

But, my job also sucks, I barely have time to eat, so when I do, I eat crap, and I don't sleep much either. Not a very healthy lifestyle. Very stressful.

So, whatever. I weighed in yesterday at 145.6, which means I've got 15.6 pounds left to go before I hit my goal. At this rate I will get there in what, 156 weeks? So, three years? Cool.

Update:

Week 31: 146.6 for a weight gain of .6 pounds

 
Week 32: 145.8 for a weight loss of .8 pounds


Week 33: 146, weight gain of .2 pounds, photo unavailable
Week 34: 145.6, weight loss of .4 pounds, photo unavailable

Saturday, September 21, 2013

Belated Week 30 Weigh-In!

Wow- I've been doing Weight Watchers for 30 weeks? I really looked like
this
just 30 weeks ago?

I remember thinking 30 weeks was a long time, and dreading how it would take me possibly until Peyton's 1st birthday to lose all the weight I wanted to. It's really not so bad, because it's not like I had to stay at 181 pounds until I hit my goal and lose it all at once; it's gradual. I keep looking and feeling better and it just keeps going. Losing weight is just one of the many things I have to do each week. What's one more item on the list?

Last week I weighed in at 146.2 and yesterday I weighed in at

146!
It's not the most flattering picture. In fact, I look skinnier in the picture 2 weeks and 1.8 pounds ago, but oh well. Weighing in at 146 has allowed me to hit my next milestone: 35 total pounds lost!
'Tis cause to celebrate :)

Way Belated Week 29 Weigh-In

Oops, I forgot to write a post last week. Oh well. In a nutshell...

Week 28 I weighed 147.8 pounds and was a little bothered by gaining weight.

Week 29 I weighed in at 146.2 pounds, so back on track! Whoo hoo! And my family came in town and Alabama won! Roll Tide! Good news all around.

146.2!

Saturday, September 7, 2013

Week 28 Weigh-In

Last week I weighed in at 146.8 pounds, and yesterday I weighed in at

147.8


Thanks, Debbie Downer. That's how I feel too.

So, I gained a pound. Not surprising. I stopped tracking my points, and I finished off a bag of fun size Nestle Crunch bars during school this week. Plus, we get about 25 minutes for lunch each day, and I often opt to just work instead of eating, which isn't healthy.

I realize I've lost my focus a little bit. I've been eating more junk, while still eating less overall. But that's not the point, nor was it ever the point. I'm trying to get healthier, not just look better. If I get 33 points to use everyday, I can't use them on burgers and candy and Coke everyday. I can't skip meals. I can't stress eat. I thought it would be so much easier to lose weight once I got back to work because I wouldn't have anything to snack on. Trouble is, I keep candy as motivation for my students, prizes for games, and presents for birthdays. I guess I'm going to have to keep stocked full of candy I don't like so I'm not tempted to eat it. That sucks.

BUT, despite all this, I did drop a dress size from two weeks ago. I forgot to write about it last week, but I am officially a size 10 now. Slight celebration for that. Yay!


Friday, August 30, 2013

Week 27 Weigh-In

Last week I hit pre-pregnancy weight.

This week the students arrived at school.

I forgot to track my points. I have candy in my classroom. I even bought a big breakfast a couple of mornings.

On the other hand, I was always eating on the go, sleeping at night instead of snacking, and always reaching about 125% or more of my daily activity goal.

All this to say I wasn't sure what today's weigh-in would be like.

Last week I weighed in at 149.8 pounds and today I weigh in at...
146.8!!!
Um, oops. 3 pounds lost in one week isn't what they like to call "healthy". I can't help but laugh when I think, "Oh man, I need to eat more so I don't lose TOO MUCH weight". Crazy.

But y'all, look at that photo. I have collar bones. You can see them. They are distinctly there. That is the highlight of my night.

Saturday, August 24, 2013

Week 26 Weigh-In!

Ladies and gentlemen...

Last week I weighed in at 150.6 pounds and was ecstatic because I had hit the 30 pounds lost mark. That was a big deal.

This is bigger.

This week I weigh in at

149.8 :)
That means I am finally, finally, FINALLY at pre-Brooklyn-pregnancy weight. This makes me weigh less than I have since January, 2010. And I'm still going!

I'm really excited about going back to work for a lot of reasons, including the fact that I'll be able to pack my own lunch and not be tempted with snacks around the house. Summertime is a hard time to lose weight!

Next weight loss milestone: 146 lbs will be 35 pounds lost :)

Saturday, August 17, 2013

Week 25 Weigh-In!

Howdy, folks.

I'm a day behind, but I weigh 1.4 pounds less, SO THERE.

30 POUNDS LOST. AGAIN.

Last week I weighed in at 152 and yesterday I weighed in at
150.6!!             
Next week I'll be under 150 pounds for the first time since I got pregnant with Brooklyn over 3 1/2 years ago. And we'll have a party.

Friday, August 9, 2013

Week 24 Weigh-In!

So last week I hit my newest milestone: 30 pounds lost. I weighed in at 150.4 pounds. I was ecstatic!

Then I went to Alabama.

A few biscuits, sweet teas, fried chicken and catfish later...

I weigh in today at 152 pounds, for a gain of 1.6. Definitely my worst week yet, but I won't lie, I totally gave up and felt fine about it last week. Summers are hard. Vacation is hard. And when life is stressful (like, driving 10-12 hours in a van with a teething baby), sometimes Peanut Butter M&M's, Cokes and Snickers are the way to go.

The good news is hopefully next week I'll get to celebrate 30 pounds lost, again.

Reminder milestones:
151= 30 pounds lost
150=Pre-Brooklyn-Pregnancy Weight

And just to make me feel better, a reminder of where I was 24 weeks ago.
And, today.

(I'm more than a little disturbed that my boobs are so uneven, but I'm too lazy to take another picture.)

Thursday, August 8, 2013

Week 23 Weigh-In (Belated by almost a week!)

We headed out of town to see family in Alabama last Friday and 5:00 AM, so I had just enough time to step on the scale and weigh in... and not enough time to take a picture or blog about it. Now that I'm back in Texas (booooooooo), I'm proud to announce that the last time I weighed in at 152.4 and on Friday, August 1st I weighed in at a fabulous...


150.4!!!

That means,

30 POUNDS LOST!!!!!!!

Big milestone, but remember, I did just say that I spent a week in Alabama... I doubt I'll have anything positive to report tomorrow. Who cares.

Friday, July 26, 2013

Week 22 Weigh-In!

Last week, as most readers know, I was really bummed about having gained a little bit of weight and nervous about what the future of my weight loss held. This week I adjusted my daily point intake and even tried to work out a little bit. Well... can playing Kinect Adventures really count as a work out? Probably not, but it's the most I'm going to do for now.

Last week I weighed in at 153.6 pounds, and today I weigh in at...

152.4!!
For a weekly loss of 1.2 pounds, making me .2 pounds lighter than two weeks ago, thus putting me officially back on track. Small set-back, and I'm at it again. Still haven't hit 30 pounds or pre-pregnancy weight, but I'm 1.4 and 2.4 pounds away, respectively. Next week, kids, next week.

The most exciting news of the day is that I went shopping in my craft closet and got about 8 new (old) shirts. Mostly smalls I said I would never fit into again, so I was going to cut them up for my t-shirt quilt. Thankfully, I hadn't gotten to these yet. Check out the Basketball Hall of Fame shirt pictured above. I bought this in Springfield, Massachusetts 4 1/2 years ago, wore it once, washed it and it shrunk. Shrank. Shrunk? Whatever. Point is I'm wearing it today. Boom.

Friday, July 19, 2013

Week 21 Weigh-In!

Last week I weighed in at 152.6, and this week...
153.6 :( But at least we have a cute picture from a great time at the Dallas World Aquarium!
Yep, I gained a pound. Talk about bummed. Summertime is hard.

I'd been exclusively breastfeeding my son since he was born, but he's started eating cereal and baby food, so guess what? The verdict is in: I have to lose half of my nursing WW points. Instead of the 14 extra points I have been getting for the past 21 weeks, I go down to 7 extra points a day. This is going to be the first real big challenge for me while on Weight Watchers, and I'm not too excited about it. Maybe I'll start losing weight faster, and maybe I'll not make the adjustment and gain again next week. I'm nervous, because I was ALMOST to losing 30 pounds and ALMOST back to pre-Brooklyn-pregnancy weight, but I haven't hit it yet and it makes me kind of anxious that I didn't quite get there. Honestly, I'm feeling down, like this is the end and I'm not going to lose any more.

Also, I've noticed that I'm losing my focus on just becoming healthier. I have been eating less fruits and vegetables and so just eating less of the crap that I love to eat in order to stay close to my points goals. I'm starting to doubt my self-image, despite how many people are telling me that I look good. For the past 5 months, I've been saying, "Hey- I am getting better!", and "Look, no back fat!" and stuff like that, and now I look in the mirror and just think, "Uggh. You're gross", and that's not right. But this stupid society we live in says so, and the devil looooooooves to get us where we're weakest, like self-esteem and how women value themselves, or rather, don't.

So that's me in a nutshell.

Help! Help! I'm in a nutshell! How did I get in here? How is there a nutshell that is so big?

I watched Austin Powers the other night.

I'll check in again next week.

Friday, July 12, 2013

Week 20 Weigh-In!

I'm so happy to say that the scale I weighed in on last week at my in-law's house weighed me in heavier than I really was. I didn't gain weight last week after all, because this week's weight loss wouldn't make sense otherwise! Last week I weighed in at 156 and today I am...

152.6!!!!!!!
Oh man, I am getting giddy. My next goal weight checkpoint is 150, which is what I weighed when I got pregnant with Brooklyn. I am SO close to that. Which also means I am SO close to being skinnier than I have ever been in Houston. Right now I look better than any of my local friends have ever seen me.

The disappointing thing is that I know I'm going to have to start working out again at some point. Losing weight doesn't equal getting a toned body. Boo. Also, Peyton just started eating baby food the other day, so I know my extra points are about to get cut in half. Double boo.

One week at a time.

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

My Kids- 6 months and 2 years, 9 months old

I am so in love with my children.


Brooklyn is 2 years and 9 months old. Right now she...

-talks all the time. Full sentences, and everyone can understand her.

-is SO encouraging and precious
    Ex1: She's sitting at the kitchen table with the iPad, watching cartoons. Brandon wakes up on the couch in the living room.
             Brooklyn: Oh, Daddy, did you have a nice nap?
    Ex2: I put on my ID badge to go to the Administration building today.
             Brooklyn: Mommy, you is a teacher again?
             Me: Yes, I am!
             B: Oh, good job, Mommy. I so proud for you.
    Ex3: We stop by College Station on our way home from Dallas. Grandmother jokingly tells her that she's in Grandmother's chair.
             Brooklyn: Oh, sowwy Grandmother.
            And then she tried to get down so Grandmother could sit there instead.

-has been allergy tested. If you ask her, she is allergic to "Milk, eggs, cookies, and all things". Really, the list is milk, eggs, dogs, cats, ragweed, Bermuda grass, dust, and mold. Awesome. But at least now we have a game plan for keeping her insane eczema under control.

-plays by herself. For the first time ever in her life, she's willing to play when no one else is around. The best part is when she sits and talks to her little figurines while we're driving in the car. And everyone has a personality. Today a piece of apple was somebody's sister and the fork was telling Minnie Mouse "no".

-loves me. She loves everyone, including of course, her Daddy and Peyton, but for some reason right now she just genuinely loves me more than I've ever seen her show before. She wants me to hold her, cuddle her, play with her... and she gives the best squeezie hugs.

-is SO smart. She remembers everything. She saw a cemetery today and commented on how the flowers were all standing up, and that at Papa's grave when she went with me, Peyton and Bop, the flowers had fallen over. That was a week ago, and that was a lot of detail for a 2-year-old to remember.

-only likes to color within the lines. This is funny to me. She gets upset when she colors because she says she can't do it. I tell her it looks beautiful, but she doesn't buy it.

-is finally jealous of her brother. He got a LOT of attention in Alabama because he's the new baby, he's rolling all over the place and has to be carried everywhere he goes. It took 6 months, but it finally got to her. She's not taking it out on him. Yet. Worst she's done is repeatedly tell him, "No sir!" when he does something she doesn't think he should.

-has a stubborn streak a mile wide. She would rather sit in time out or get 20 spankings than tell someone sorry sometimes. Other times, like with Grandmother, it just rolls out like it's no big deal. But if it's something she doesn't want to do, by golly, she won't do it unless we force her to 3 hours later.

-has a few catch phrases, most famously: "I not a _____, I a girl".
     Ex1: Brandon: You're a silly billy.
             Brooklyn: I not a silly billy, I a girl.
This cracks me up every time.

-has learned how to mess with people.
     Ex1: Brooklyn: Guess what? Bop went into the *chuckling* ladies' bathroom!              
             Bop (My Dad): I did not!

She is my girl, my love, my sweetheart. She turns 3 in 3 months and wants to have a football party. More power to her.

Peyton is 6 months old. Right now he...

-has TWO teeth. They busted through all of a sudden with no warning the weekend I was in Dallas, which may mean he's not going to be the terrible teether that Brooklyn was.

-loves EVERYONE. He loves faces. It doesn't matter who you are, young or old, male or female, stranger or friend, he wants you in his face and smiling and he will smile at you.

-gets scared by his Daddy very easily. I can't count how many times Brandon has scared him and made him cry by doing the littlest thing.

-can roll every which way. Blankets on the floor are useless now, so I just have to make sure my carpet is clean.

-can sit up in his baby bathtub, but not quite all the way on his own.

-has a favorite stuffed animal and blanket already. Way earlier than Brooklyn did.

-likes pacifiers again. Bipolar.

-hates to be rocked now.

-loves to sit in the crook of my lap when I am in a chair and have my feet up on a table or ottoman in front of me. It's the easiest I've ever been able to put him to sleep.

-still doesn't want to sleep through the night. No big deal though, since he goes right back to sleep after I feed him anyway.

-gets insanely distracted when eating. I can't be making any noise or he's wiggling out of my arms trying to see who I'm talking to or what I'm messing with.

-weighs at least 17 pounds. The boy is solid.

He's my baby boy and I'm just so obsessed with him. I know no one else really cares about all this stuff, but I've got to write it down somewhere!

Top Ten Tuesday: Elton John

I’ve decided to begin a new installment of blog topics called “Top Ten Tuesday”.  Brandon and I love to organize, categorize, and make lists. We’ve been known to create brackets ala March Madness and narrow down the final four Best Actors of our generation. We’ve made a document we call “What Should Have Won Best Picture”. But our most recent fun has been what we’ve started on our road trips: taking every song by a certain artist that we have, put them on my iPod and rank them. First song we hear becomes number one. Then we listen to the next song and decide: is it better or worse than the first? And so on, for possibly a hundred songs or more, depending on the artist. We each make our own list and then average them together to get the final results. We’ve completed this task for 9 bands/singers thus far and are ready to share our results with the world. Or, at least the world of my handful of friends and family who read my blog. Discussion and debate is welcome :)

Today’s Top Ten Tuesday artist…

Elton John
(Brooklyn picked this photo because she likes his pink glasses :))
 
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 -We obviously like Elton's slow stuff better than the fast, as this is the only legitimately upbeat song to make the list.
-Personally, I'd be fine if this was left off the list completely, but Brandon loves The Lion King. The song has pop culture importance, I'll give it that.
-One of the best songs to sing along to where we all fake knowing the right words.
-Epic ending.
-Very interesting, because Elton remade his own song to honor the fallen Princess Diana. Noble and beautiful, but we were ranking the original about Marilyn Monroe anyway.
-The build up from piano to forte, from sentimental to GETTING IT (what's the musical term for that, anyway?) is what I love.
-This one seems out of place in the top ten at first glance. Now go listen to it. It's much better than it ever gets credit for.
-That piano... ahhhh.
-Echo the sentiments of number four. Listen to it. It's gorgeous.
-Classic beauty, the definitive Elton John song. Something every girl wants sung to them.

I'm awaiting all the people who love songs like Daniel and Bennie and the Jets that to us are just annoying. Let's go.

Monday, July 8, 2013

My Life According to The Beatles

I found this little gem hiding on Facebook Notes tonight and decided it was worth sharing.

Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions. Pass it on to 15 people you like and include me. You can't use the band I used. Try not to repeat a song title. It's a lot harder than you think! Repost as "my life according to (band name)".

Pick Your Artist: The Beatles



Are you a male or female: Girl

Describe yourself: A Taste of Honey

How do you feel: Getting Better

Describe where you currently live: Here, There and Everywhere

If you could go anywhere, where would you go: Penny Lane

Your favorite form of transportation: Drive My Car

Your best friend is: In My Life

You and your best friends are: Wild Honey Pie(s)

Your love life: Oh! Darling

What's the weather like: Here Comes the Sun

Favorite time of day: Good Day Sunshine!

If your life was a TV show, what would it be called: Everybody's Got Something to Hide Except for Me and My Monkey

What is life to you: Magical Mystery Tour

Your fear: Maxwell's Silver Hammer

What is the best advice you have to give: Act Naturally

How I would like to die: While My Guitar Gently Weeps

One Wish: Come Together

My soul's present condition: Let it Be

My motto: Ob-la-di Ob-la-da (Life goes on)


It MAY be about time to play again with someone else :)

Saturday, July 6, 2013

Week 19 Weigh-In!

I'm sorry I'm slacking on the photos, but it seems like I've been everywhere but home when I need to weigh in and don't ever bring my camera cable with me. Maybe I just need an iPhone...

Last week I weighed in at 155.8 and this week I weighed in at...

156 (Pictured here with my precious son, Peyton and beautiful cousin, Anna Kate)


Whoops.

I'm a little surprised it's less than a pound of weight gained this week. I spent the whole week in Alabama, and it's a wonder anyone can be thin in that state. The food is ahhhmazing. Always. From two full days of driving and eating fast food for each meal to my Grandmother and Grandaddy making fried chicken, fried squash and super sweet tea to having something other than Cheerios for breakfast (read: biscuits, sausage, more fried chicken) to the peach cobbler, key lime pie and chocolate pies that were available for dessert... I'm not upset about a weight gain. May not have been good for the body, but it sure was good for the soul.

Next week I'll have a loss to report, but I'm not too broken up over a .2 pound weight gain if I got to eat THAT good for a week. Everybody needs a vacation, even from eating healthy :)

Monday, July 1, 2013

Re: Alyson... Music is So Wonderful

A couple of weeks ago, my sister-in-law Alyson posted this fun throwback on her blog. She said it reminded her of me, and it made me remember how much I love games like this :) So here you go. Happy Monday!

Step 1: Put your music player on shuffle.
Step 2: Post the first line (unless the first line reveals the song title) from the first 15 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing.
Step 3: Strike through the songs when someone guesses both artist and song title correctly.
Step 4: Looking them up on Google or any other search engine is cheating.
Step 5: If you like the game, post your own!


1.     Do you ever feel like a plastic bag drifting through the wind wanting to start again? 

2.     I could have been a sailor. Could have been a cook. 

3.     A scrub is a guy that thinks he's fly and is also known as a buster. 

4.     To this world I'm unimportant just because I have nothing to give. 

5.     I look at her and have to smile as we go driving for a while.

6.     No I can't take one more step towards you, 'cause all that's waiting is regret.

7.     Don't need no dreams when I'm by your side- every moment takes me to paradise.

8.     The young man stands on the edge of his porch- the days were short and the father was gone.

9.     When my pass came in, you dropped the ball. It didn't change the way I feel.
 
10. When you refuse me, you confuse me. What makes you think I'll let you in again?

11.  Goodnight, my angel, time to close your eyes, and save these questions for another day. 

12.  I know there's something in the wake of your smile. I get a notion from the look in your eyes, yeah.

13. Now listen to me baby (Oh oh oh oh) Before I love and leave ya (Oh oh oh)

14. Into the crossfire / Faithfully run / Middle America / One on one

15. Is this a dream? If it is, please don't wake me from this high.

Enjoy!

Friday, June 28, 2013

Week 18 Weigh-In

Last week I weighed in at 155.8 and today I weigh in at

155.8! 


Well, what do you know? I thought I was going one step forward, two steps back, but it looks like I've stayed stable. Quite uplifting, considering how I totally gave up on this week. Here's to getting back on track!

Thursday, June 27, 2013

Night Before Week 18 Weigh-In

It ain't happenin' this week. Just ain't.

I haven't had a week like this yet. I totally stopped tracking my points around Monday or Tuesday so I don't know how much I've eaten. I lost my ActiveLink monitor for a day or two, so I knew my activity points were going to be off. I basically just gave up this week.

I think I'm having retroactive issues from when our whole house went off-kilter a couple of weeks ago. Or maybe I'm eating my emotions after the Spurs' loss. More likely is that I'm just exhausted and stressed.

I spent four days in Dallas at an interpreting conference, which was AWESOME. I loved all the workshops, loved seeing my old friends from SLIS in College Station and really felt productive. I even got to have lunch with one of my favorite high school friends, so all in all it was wonderful. But being out of town meant we had to come back in town, and this week has consisted of getting ready for another trip. Lots of loads of laundry, unpacking, repacking, grocery shopping, list-making, and by the end of the night, I'm just spent. Poor Brandon has wanted to watch all the Best Pictures that we own but hadn't watched yet, and I fell asleep during all three of them. This is a very un-Tracey thing to do. And then the two top stressors right now:

1) Brooklyn had a terrible reaction to something at my parents' house, so off to allergy testing we went. It will take me less time to tell you what she ISN'T allergic to, but I'll spare you. We're off for round two tomorrow to make sure all the negatives are really negatives. Then we'll see what else has to be done.
2) I do not have my original service records from when I worked at Needville. They say they were sent to me, but I don't have them. And I keep everything. EVERYTHING. There is not one other piece of paperwork from NISD missing, and I have gone through every folder, envelope and binder that has paper in it in this house. Add to that that I don't even know what it looks like and I'm 100% sure I never got it in the first place. My guess? It was sent to an old address and got lost in the mail. Wouldn't be the first time. We have moved twice since I resigned, anyway. All this to say that if I don't have my service record, I don't get paid what I'm owed. I'll be two steps down the ladder than where I'm supposed to be because I won't get credit for the two years I've already worked. TEACHERS DON'T MAKE MUCH AS IT IS, so I certainly want what I have earned.

Anyway, I should be cleaning up, considering my parents are coming tomorrow and so is my friend Paige to babysit Peyton, but I'm not. Please, guys, don't judge me by the pieces of granola bar that are stuck to the carpet. It's been a long week/month/year.

But a weight loss this week? Impossible. See you tomorrow.

Monday, June 24, 2013

A Little Insight Into Our Marriage

Every so often, Brandon and I will be having a conversation and it'll get to a point where one of us will say something so outrageous that the other responds with something along the lines of, "There's another sentence no one has ever spoken before!"

Here's a little peek into our lives:


Me: (while unpacking) Aw man, that was my loofah that was in the upstairs bathroom at your parents' house.

Brandon: Why didn't you just take it? We're the only ones who use that bathroom anymore anyway.

Me: Because it's something you use to wash all over your body with. What if it had been someone else's? I am not comfortable with that.

Brandon: I see. If there's one thing you don't want to be rubbing your body on, it's the German Air Force.

Me: *pause* What?

Brandon: The lufwaffe is the German Air Force. It's part of World War II curriculum.

Me: Okay, there's a sentence that no one has ever spoken before: 'If there's one thing you don't want to be rubbing your body on, it's the German Air Force'.

Brandon: No, that has been said before.

Me: Has not.

Brandon: Yes, it has.

Me: No, it hasn't!

Brandon: Some other history teacher has said that to his wife before, I guarantee it. What does lufwaffe sound like?

Me: Loofah.

Brandon: Some other wife has left their loofah somewhere and complained to their history teacher husband, and he's come to the conclusion that there's one thing you just don't want to be involved in your showering experience:

Both: The German Air Force.


I told my dad last week that Brandon and I were cool borderline dorky, and he said he was pretty sure we had crossed that line. He might be right.

Loofah

Lufwaffe


(There's a difference.)

Friday, June 21, 2013

Week 17 Weigh-In!

It's a good thing that I had a nice weight loss this week, because the Spurs had a couple of not so nice losses this week that make me want to cry. But I digress.

Last week I weighed in at 157.6 and this week I weigh in at...

155.8! Sorry there's no picture. I'll take one, but I didn't bring my camera connection with me to Dallas this weekend so I'll be late adding it. I also weighed in on Wednesday instead of today because I didn't want to bring my scale with me. It just seems like a precarious item to just have bouncing around in a suitcase.

I also finished my 12-week Active Link Challenge, where I was slowly ramping up my activity level to burn more calories and live a healthier lifestyle. I earned 254 Activity Points by going above and beyond the base line of activity expected for someone my gender, height and weight, and achieved an average of 112% of my goal each day. Those are some big awesome numbers, and I am so much more full of energy than I used to be. It's awesome.

I'm extremely pleased with this week's weight loss of 1.8 pounds because it allowed me to hit TWO milestones:
1) 25 pounds lost (25.2, but who's counting? Hahaha. I AM!)
2) HALFWAY to my goal weight!

But really, I'm just still bummed about the Spurs.

*UPDATE



Monday, June 17, 2013

And Now, the Rest of the Story

On Sunday the 9th, our First Family came over for lunch, like we always do on the second Sunday of the month. We opened the blinds to see the rain while we ate and were enjoying our time together when there was a lightning bolt, a thunder strike, a loud POP and all our lights went out. A transformer must have blown, was the consensus. Luckily, only one of the kids was upset by this and since our blinds were already open we had enough light to eat by until Brandon went outside to flip the breakers. No blown transformer, but still quite an eventful moment in our lunch.

And now, in the famous words of Paul Harvey, the rest of the story.

First, Brandon decided to show some of the guys an app on Xbox Live when he noticed that the lights on our router weren't even coming on. Our router was fried. Yikes. So once everyone left, Brandon went to Best Buy to buy a new router. Except that...

Second, our garage door wouldn't open. No power to anything in the garage. No lights, no garage motor. So, he had to open it manually to travel to get a new router. When he got home, he started to set up the new router. He couldn't get it set up using his computer, so he asked for mine. My computer was dead, so he plugged it in. Except that...

Third, my computer wouldn't charge. "Was your charger plugged into the wall during the storm?", he asks me. Yep. Luckily, my computer wasn't, but the charger was definitely fried. I ask my dad what happened and he tells me we should call Comcast and ask them to send our modem a reset signal to fix things. So we do. Except that...

Fourth, it didn't work. So we have to have a technician sent out to fix the modem. Or possibly have it replaced. By this time, we notice we haven't heard any beeping all day. Normally, we don't want to hear beeps. Except that...

Fifth, we are supposed to hear beeps when our doors open because we have a security system on our house. Which is obviously off because of this storm. You would think this would be the last of our problems. Except that...

Sixth, by this time we notice our house has been getting progressively hotter. It has now reached 79 degrees and we realize that our A/C is out too. And that this is going to be one long, rough week.

How about a timeline to explain the rest of the week?

Sunday:
All of the above
10:30- We go to sleep with every fan on. It reaches 80 but we grin and bear it.

Monday:
It gets hotter and hotter during the day.
11:30- We escape to the mall to get out of the heat and buy a new charger. That plus the router makes two down, four to go.
2:00- We get home for naps. The temperature is still rising.
4:30- Without internet and A/C we decide to go somewhere with WiFi and a cool place for Brooklyn to play. Chick-Fil-A it is. Of course, we pick the one Chick-Fil-A without WiFi, and Brooklyn does nothing but sit next to me in the play area. Fail.
6:00- We head to the Speights' for the evening. We've got to get out of the house until late at night when our house is cooled off. They offer for us to spend the night, but out of shyness and pride perhaps, we decline.
10:30- Arrive home to a house that is still 81 degrees. We sleep, but not great.

Tuesday:
8:00- Brandon goes to work. Lucky him gets to be in the A/C all day. Our A/C is supposed to get fixed sometime between 9 and 6 today.
9:00- I make the executive decision that we need to be anywhere but here and shamelessly invite ourselves over to all friends' houses in the general vicinity. Somewhere close so I can rush home in a moment's notice to be home for the repairs.
9:30- We hang out at the Hammond's until we have to arrive home for the garage door to get fixed.
11:30- The garage door repairman is supposed to show up. Doesn't.
2:30- I call the repair company only to hear that my appointment is for Wednesday at 11:30, not at Tuesday for 11:30. Not what they told me on Monday. I'm upset. And still waiting for the A/C repairman.
4:00- Brandon gets home.
4:30-We get a courtesy call from the A/C company that they close at 6 but we are still on the schedule for today. Okay, whatever that means.
6:00- Still no repairman. It's now cooler outside (83? with a breeze) than inside (85), so outside for bubbles we go.
6:45- We're hungry. We're hot. We take my parents up on the offer to stay in a hotel.
7:30- We check into the hotel.
7:45- We get a call from the A/C repairman. He's on his way. AT SEVEN-FOURTY-FIVE. Brandon is furious, but heads home.
8:30- Brandon comes back to the hotel. The A/C is working outside, but not inside. The circuit board in the attic has blown, so they need to get a part. They *hope* to get it tomorrow and *hope* to be able to get to us tomorrow as well.

Wednesday:
8:00- Brandon goes to work. More A/C for him.
9:30- We check out of the hotel.
10:00- We go to the Hinson's house to drop off some presents for a birthday party. I end up dropping Brooklyn off so she can go to the party too.
11:30- I get home for the garage repairman who is actually coming today.
12:00- I feel stupid for not knowing to check the GFI reset button in the garage. $60 for pushing a button. Awesome. #homeownerproblems But still, three down, three to go.
12:30- I invite myself to the Galvan's for the day (Turns into the night as well).
4:00- Brandon gets to our home for the day.
4:30- Another courtesy call. Same thing. I ask, "Are you sure he'll be here by 6?" And get assured that he will.
9:30- Brandon finally assumes that even though they got the part, they didn't get to us today. We'll not even get into how we should have been first on the list as soon as the part DID come in. He heads home to get clothes for all of us for the next day.
9:45- The A/C repairman calls and says he is on his way. AT NINE-FOURTY-FIVE. Brandon is... what's worse than furious? Hopping mad? Pissed off? Yeah, he's upset.
11:15- Brandon arrives back at the Galvans, frustrated, sweaty, and in the dark in an unfamiliar house. So=not happy. But at least our A/C is supposedly fixed. Four down, two to go.

Thursday:
8:00- Brandon goes to work.
8:30- I wake up, half an hour late. We all slept in due to a rough night of sleep. Thanks, Brooklyn, for deciding to be awake from 2-5. That was awesome. I frantically pack all our stuff and shout a thank you out the door as I leave.
9:10- We get to the Blackburn's and I drop off my kids with Brittnie so she can watch them while I sign my Fort Bend paperwork to officially become a teacher again.
11:30- We all arrive back at our house, which is cooling off at a lovely 72 degrees. Normally we always keep it at 75, but I think I kept it at 72 for the next 3 days to catch up.
4:00- Brandon gets home from work and promptly takes a nap. It's been a rough week.
5:15- Our Comcast repairman shows up, an hour late, and promises us $20 off our next bill. That's considerate of them. Not like the A/C guys. Grr.
6:00- New modem installed. Five down, one to go.

Friday:
Nothing to report. Thankfully, we just lounged around in the cool house.

Saturday:
9:30- Security system technician comes and resets all the sensors that were blown. Six down, none to go.
1:00- BONUS: Comcast shows up to give us cable. In addition to the extra money off our bill, they offer us a deal to give us faster, cheaper internet, and really really really basic cable (as in we don't even get ESPN, but whatever- it's cheaper than what we were paying).

Now it's Monday again, and I finally have time to share the story. So, what caused the loud POP at the start of the story? Any number of things, but we are about 90% sure that our house got struck by lighting 9 days ago, and we're proud of how flexible (in general) our kids were during this crazy week. We're so thankful for all the friends and family who offered their cars, homes, money, company and babysitting services. We're happy that Brandon and I kept it together (for the most part), and that all of these services/parts only ended up costing us a total of about $300. Not bad for such a series of unfortunate events.

Friday, June 14, 2013

Week 16 Weigh-In!

Guys, I am overweight. And thrilled about it.

What? I thought the point of Weight Watchers was to lose weight? Isn't your goal to get healthier? To get to a weight more appropriate for your gender, age and height?

Yes. But in order to get into the "normal" weight range, at least according to the BMI, I had to stop being obese and start being overweight. I am happy to say that last week I weighed in at 159 pounds, still slightly in the "moderately obese" range, and today I weigh in at
157.6!!

which means I am no longer obese. I'm overweight! Whoo-hoo!! 23.4 pounds total lost and feeling great. I am on schedule to reach my goal weight around Brooklyn's 3rd birthday in early October.

And it's worth remembering that this is where I was 16 weeks ago:


I like the difference. So much that I'll post the first picture again.


Friday, June 7, 2013

Week 15 Weigh-In!

I spent a weekend in College Station eating out at restaurants. I had pasta and bread and four chocolate chip cookies on Tuesday. I got a job yesterday so we went to La Casona to celebrate on chicken fajitas, my celebratory meal of choice. I was prepared for a weight gain this week. Some weeks are just worth it.

It was not meant to be. Last week I weighed in at 159.4 and today I weigh in at

159!
 That is a weight loss of .4 pounds and a total of 22. I'm beyond pleased.

My mom took me shopping yesterday and I got a couple of new dresses, shirts, a skirt, some pants, and all are sizes smaller than I've worn since early 2010. Size 12 pants are not where I want to be, but it's better than the 16 I was at a couple of months ago. And I'm pretty ecstatic that I'm wearing medium shirts again.

I'M NOT LARGE!!!!!!!

I'm medium. I don't think I've ever been so happy to be average! :)

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Twelve Baseball Academy

Brandon, the kids and I spent the past three days in College Station. We spent lots of time with Brandon's grandparents, aunt, uncles and cousin. We went out to eat, swimming, and to church. We chatted, colored, and went on hikes (well, Brandon and Brooklyn did. I hate going outside. We've discussed this before. And my dislike for mosquitoes, which was in full force this weekend. And it hit 96 yesterday, once again making me ask, as I do every summer, why do we live in Texas??).

The culmination of these activities, and the reason for this being the weekend we came to visit, was a baseball reunion for the select team Brandon coached while we were in college. He got his coaching started with the Twelve Baseball Academy in College Station as the assistant coach to a guy named Brian, but whom all the kids call Lefty. Brandon was working on his Bachelor's and Lefty was working on his Doctorate. Since the end of their coaching together, Brandon graduated, he and I have moved 3 times and had 2 children. Brian finished his doctorate, married Ashley, and moved to Ohio where he is a professor at Bowling Green.

I LOVE these people.

I had only met Ashley once, when she and Brian were dating, and I just instantly loved her. I feel like we've been friends forever, and that doesn't happen with just anyone. And while Brandon and Brian were coaching together, I was so thankful for a loving, Christian friend for Brandon to coach with. They were a great team and did a great job with the boys they coached those two years together.

Brian and Ashley came in town for a few days, so the parents of the kids he and Brandon used to coach decided to host a reunion party for them. These kids were 12 and 13 when they were all on the team together, so now they have all either graduated high school in the past week or are going to be seniors in the upcoming school year. It was surreal to see how much they had all grown, how mature they had become, and that they were actually speaking to me. You see, most 13-year-old boys are terrified of girls, so no matter how much I tried to converse with them back in the day, I never got much in return.

We had a great barbecue meal and the boys played basketball in the pool for hours. Brooklyn made friends with every female at the party, and Peyton was content to be passed around from parent to parent. We survived a day without Brooklyn getting a nap and actually finding a quiet, out of the way place to nurse Peyton twice in a house full of boys.

We got to the Pye's house at about 2:00 and left around 7:30, and in that short amount of time I relived an insanely important time of my life with people I had forgotten made such an impact on me. Brandon and I got married just two weeks before the Twelve's first tournament game. Those parents were shocked to have a coach who was married, because he looked (and was) so young. They loved us both, constantly bragging on Brandon for being a good example for their kids as a baseball player and as a person. They made me feel involved at all the tournament games, which I went to each weekend because I had no other commitments like, you know, children.

Brandon and I had just started our life together, we were still in school, and we were away from all family doing it. I never really knew it at the time, but all these baseball playing boys and their families were helping us through one of the hardest transitions of life. They were the first people I can remember ever treating me like an adult. See, these were the first people I ever knew who had no prior knowledge of Tracey Allen, they only knew Tracey Strother. And let's face it: Tracey Strother is a much better person to know. Being there with them all again tonight brought back vivid memories of moms sharing stories of their newlywed lives, about college, about their first jobs and decisions to have kids. I learned about which school districts paid the best, where everyone went to church, what benefits there are to doing x, y and z extra curricular activities, and that if you have 3 kids and want a fourth, you have to be prepared to have triplets so you end up with six. True story. Those triplets just turned 12 :).

Probably the funniest thing today was how life just comes full circle. Five years ago I was playing with all the ball player's younger siblings when they were 7, 8, 9ish years old. Now, teens or close to being teens, those same kids were the ones swimming with Brooklyn, helping her eat her chips and salsa, tossing balls and sitting with her in their laps. I just had to smile at how we all pay it forward.

I was indescribably sad when we had to say goodbye and drive back home this evening. Those baseball boys were so good for Brandon, especially since his JV team this year had no drive, no competitive nature and no love for the game of baseball, all of which his Twelve boys have and then some. Those parents that always welcomed us into their cars, homes and lives reunited with us as if no time had passed at all. They and the siblings doted on my children and loved them just as they always had us. And Brian and Ashley, I realize, are friends who feel like family. And those are the best kinds of friends. We've got some of those kinds of friends here in Rosenberg, and back in Dallas, too. But not many. They're special. I'm feeling very blessed today to have relived a time that I didn't think was so extraordinary at the time, but now am honored to have had. And I look forward to a future summer when our whole family travels to Ohio for the Reds, the Indians, and the Tigers stadiums to add to our stadium watched list.

Friday, May 31, 2013

Week 14 Weigh-In!

Week 14 Weigh-In.

Are you ready for this?

I am under 160 pounds.

*^JKF$EKM)F<HUSG^&WAHOO!!!!*YD<J*&F^T&UBAN

I'm pretty excited.

Last week I weighed in at 160.6 and this week I weigh in at

159.4!!!
And I had a lovely chat with my brother while I took this picture. Sue me, I'm going out of town tomorrow so I was multi-tasking all day. Also, my lovely sister-in-law gave me this shirt for my birthday a few years ago. T-shirts are the only thing I can fit into. I gave away all of my pants (almost literally) and every shirt I had that was large or extra large. My mom and dad are coming in town next week and my mom is taking me shopping for stuff that fits. I got a heads up about a job offer, and I think I have more coming. I have lost a total of 21.6 pounds. I've got a hard working husband and beautiful children. I am Feeling Good.

Friday, May 24, 2013

Week 13 Weigh-In!

I really should be sleeping, considering I woke up at 5:00 to feed a hungry baby and have an interview at 9:30, but I'm too excited. And I think that Jay Cafe sweet tea gave me a little leftover caffeine boost :) Good thing Peyton doesn't seem to be affected by caffeine like Brooklyn was. I seriously sat up with her, wide awake, at 3 months old saying, "Why is this girl still awake?" *SLURP* Oh... Coke. Duh. Science is interesting.

Why am I so excited? In addition to watching Soundsation put on their BEST performance to date last night (to a standing ovation, no less) and having two interviews this week (one which went extremely well and the other which, as I said before, is later this morning), today is Friday. And that can only mean one thing.

Drumroll, please.

Last week I weighed in at 163 pounds and this week I weigh in at


160.6!

And rocking the Cookie Monster shirt. You know dat's right.

I feel like this is one of the biggest week to week changes I've had. I'll have to do all my measurements later to figure out where it all went from exactly, but I'm really happy.

A reminder: I started this 13 weeks ago at 181 pounds. That makes a total loss of 20.4 pounds, a weekly loss of 2.4 pounds, an average weight loss of 1.6 pounds per week over the past 13 weeks. If I continue that average, I'll reach my goal weight of 130 on or around Brooklyn's 3rd birthday in early October. THAT'S AWESOME.

And all of this weight loss is still almost entirely Weight Watchers. I am doing a 30-day Ab Challenge thanks to Alicia Trimble, who is kind of my weight loss hero now. It took me a while to get started, I'll admit. I did day one at least three times before I ever moved on to day two because I couldn't remember to be in the habit of meeting everyday's challenges. And they are getting challenging for sure. This may sound dumb, but am I doing situps wrong if I can feel just as much of a burn in my thighs as I can my abs?

Weight Watchers is really good about setting short-term goals. You know, eating the elephant in small bites or whatever that analogy is. I'm thankful for it, because looking at 50 pounds I needed to lose square in the face seemed daunting, but I've already lost over 20, so what's 30 more? I got this!
(Just kidding... 30 pounds to lose all at once still seems scarily impossible, but I know it isn't!) The great news today is that I've passed my 10% milestone, which means I've lost 10% of my starting weight. Didn't seem like a big deal to me until I read this. I encourage you to go read the entire thing, but in a nutshell, if you're overweight, losing just 10% of your starting weight can lower your cholesterol, lower your blood pressure, minimize the risk of type 2 diabetes, give you more energy and motivation. And while I LOVE to hear people tell me that I look good (who doesn't want to hear that?) this article was a great reminder that my looks are totally secondary to my health, and I'm doing a good job :)

I am sad that my favorite skirt doesn't fit me anymore. Oh well. Bittersweet, I suppose :)

Friday, May 17, 2013

Week 12 Weigh-In and Then Some

I lost a pound this week. From 164 to 163. Photo to come whenever I can find my camera cable. Yes, there are some of us who don't own an iPhone or know how to use instagram. I still own a real video camera too, in case you're interested. And a computer that has a CD drive, which I hear is going out of style, which boggles my mind.

I'm not really interested in talking weight loss today, because I've been way too concerned with other things. For one, my house is a disaster area and I'm close to losing my mind over not knowing how or when to clean it. Every pinterest board that has ideas for deep cleaning your house 30 minutes a day... how does one find the time when both children are in bed to clean? And when that time comes around, how do I justify giving it to the baseboards instead of my husband? And oh yeah, where does the energy come to do that? I'm losing weight AND breastfeeding... I think I'm losing more than my fair share of energy.

Another thing is that we've all been sick lately, and Brooklyn is the toughest. My sore throat and allergies are gone, Peyton's cold is all gone but the occasional (I never can spell that word right on the first go-around) cough, but Brooklyn's has been the toughest. At the risk of parental overshare, I'll just say that her digestive system just hasn't worked right over the past few months. She was put on a probiotic over a month ago, and it didn't really seem to help much. In fact, over the past week or two it seemed to be getting worse, so another trip to the doctor was in store for us this week. Doc pulls one of these, "And lay off dairy for a while" things, which, to Brooklyn, as to Brian Regan, spells out "and no more happiness!" Poor kid. After 5 days of being lactose free, it's 99% positive that she's lactose intolerant. Now, for me being lactose intolerant, it's no big deal. I don't like butter, milk, sour cream, yogurt, cream cheese or even cheese. I suck it up when I eat chocolate and ice cream and hope for the best. For the most part I've outgrown the worst of it. But my poor little girl... I can't tell you how many times she's asked for milk, ice cream, pizza and macaroni and cheese already this week. I know a few dairy substitutes (almond milk, margarine, breyer's lactose free vanilla ice cream which is AMAZING) but I'd love to hear what everyone else does for the rest. When she's older she can decide which things are worth getting sick for, but while we're potty training, I, nor the carpet, can handle dairy in Brooklyn's diet. The End. No more gross poop stuff, I promise. Just another piece of the stressed out puzzle.

Peyton rolled over from his back to his stomach today. In fact, he's been laying down next to me since I started writing this post and has already gone in a 360 degree circle. And I type 90+ words a minute, so yeah... he's fast already. He's stressing me out just thinking of all the stuff he's going to be getting into starting, like, tomorrow.

And then there's work, or rather, a lack thereof. Today I magically managed to get two kids to nap at the same time long enough to send out 17 emails. Yes, you read that right. 17 emails, one to each principal at the four LCISD schools, the four KISD schools I've applied for jobs at, the eight FBISD schools with vacancies I want to fill and Wharton HS. And I called the certification office and figured out why my two recent tests hadn't been added to my certification yet: I have to request that they be added. Have you ever heard of something so ridiculous? Of course I took those tests for my own personal benefit- I never DREAMED of trying to get a job based on my certification test. I just LOVE taking 100 question multiple choice tests and then writing an essay on a dead poet. In the words of the Monday Night Football crew, C'mon man! It's absurd that I had to pay $120 to take the test, then get my test results, and then have to pay another $77 to have my certification refiled after I requested my test results to be added. Just silly, and made me feel dumb. I hope I haven't lost out on a job opportunity because schools thought I was lying about my certification. There's a job fair for one district tomorrow, so I looked up when a couple others were... um, they already happened? Way to go for letting me know. Oh, you didn't advertise it? Why? More interested in filling the positions than in actually sorting through hundreds of applicants? Too bad- that's what you should do. Due diligence. I may be better than that person you happened to hear from first. Meet me! If I applied for multiple positions and have sent you follow up emails EVERY WEEK, don't you think you should send me a little shout out saying, Hey! Why don't you come to our job fair? You're obviously interested and we WANT someone who wants to work for us. Or at least post it on the FRONT PAGE OF YOUR WEBSITE. Don't make me google it to see if you've held a job fair already. It should not be secret. You won't get the best teachers that way.

And then I watched "Up" tonight with Brooklyn (and Peyton, after he woke up from his late nap). I wept, like always, when Ellie died, and Brooklyn looked at me and said, "That's so sad". I agreed. It reminded me that I've got a wonderful husband who I shouldn't take for granted. And holding Brooklyn while she said she was scared, watching her face light up when she saw that giant swarm of balloons rise above the house for the first time, and hearing her understand so much of the story ("Oh no, that bad guy!") and her attention to detail ("Where'd that little boy's hat go?") I had so much fun that I don't really care about all the rest of the crap that happened today. God let me have a wonderful family- a husband, a daughter and a son, all of whom love me more than I can imagine. Things will work out. I'm just going to hold everyone a little longer and trust that everything will work out. There are plenty worse health issues we could have, and we could be in a worse place financially... at least Brandon has a job, and he works hard at it and makes me proud. Everything will be alright. I've said my piece and I'm moving on.

**UPDATE**
Here's last week's photo:
163!


Monday, May 13, 2013

Belated Week 11 Weigh-In!

I'm surprised at all of you. Here it is, Monday morning, and I did not get ONE message over the past four days questioning where my weigh-in post was. Tsk tsk!

I had to weigh in a day early this week to make sure I was on my own scale. We drove to Dallas on Thursday night to see both mine and Brandon's parents, grandparents and siblings. It was mother's day, my sister's birthday and my Grandmother and Grandaddy who live in Alabama were in town, so it was a busy but wonderful weekend.

So, since I knew I was going to be in Dallas I weighed in early, but didn't have time to blog about it. I also weighed myself on Brandon's parents scale on Friday morning, but found a four pound difference between theirs and mine. Hmm. As much as I would like to believe I lost 4.2 pounds last week, the truth is that last week I weighed in at 164.2 pounds and this week I weighed in at

164!

for a loss of .2 pounds.

I am okay with this. Really, I am. Last week had some classic Tracey behavior (buying and eating raw cookie dough) which caused me to use not only all of my daily points Saturday-Friday, but also all my weekly points and my activity points. Oh, and like 10 points over that. I hadn't gone over my points yet since I started WW, so I didn't even know what it would do in the system. It's amazing how that bright red negative sign makes you feel so bad :( Colors and psychology, I tell ya.

Last week told me a lot about myself, specifically that 1)I have close to no self-control. I can't have cookies in the house, period. And 2)I eat my feelings. Peyton does a really good job of sleeping if I hold him and rock him to sleep. I mean, he'll sleep all night that way. If I put him in his crib to learn to put himself to sleep, he instead will cry himself AWAKE. We're talking I let him cry for an hour to an hour and a half and when I finally give in, he's WAY more awake than he was when I first put him down. And there's little to no chance of calming him down in a reasonable amount of time. Almost everything the pediatrician told me to do for Brooklyn worked. She was able to sleep through the night at 6 weeks and in her own bed crying herself to sleep for 2-3 minutes at 2 months old. Easiest baby ever. Peyton is different. I can't do all the same things with him, though I'm trying to because I KNOW they work. But they don't work for everybody. All this is to say that I ate a lot of cookie dough while he cried in his crib. My body doesn't know how to shut down if my kids are crying, so I couldn't sleep last week while we tried once again to sleep train. Hence the lot and lot and lot of cookies, cookie dough and extra points. Depression=the need for chocolate. Needless to say, I am going to rock my son to sleep and love every minute of it. End of discussion.

Hopefully I can have a more significant weight loss this week. We'll see. I'm just glad I got to eat fried chicken, pizza and steak this weekend while still supposedly being on a diet. Weight Watchers is amazing.