For the last five days I have been drinking my little pink drink and a whole lotta water. At times I wonder if I could float away on all of the water that I have been drinking.
I have tried to stay away from the scale, but curiosity got the best of me this morning and I just had to know. I have lost 5 pounds in 5 days! Wooo! I know that it's water weight and blah, blah, blah, but this is 5 pounds less than I weighed on Saturday.
I feel better as well. It's strange how one change to your routine (quitting Mountain Dew or adding a diet supplement) will help you notice the things that you are putting into your body. I have not had any fast food for lunch this week, opting instead to pick up a pack of cold cuts, some cups of yogurt and a bag of onion rolls from the grocery store earlier this week.
I know that there is no such thing as easy weight loss. I have heard what people say about as soon as I stop taking the supplement that I will gain it right back, but this has enabled me to quit Mountain Dew, has encouraged me to drink more water and eat healthier. It was the catalyst I needed to really focus on my health and I feel like that's what I really needed.
Also, the taste is not that bad. The first day it seemed almost overly sweet, but now it tastes like raspberry lemonade. It doesn't smell bad and it seems pretty fancy to have a glass of something pink in the morning.
I don't get the mid afternoon munchies the way that I did before (which is awesome!) and I have more energy and focus throughout the day. In fact, I have energy to play with my kid when I get home from work (before I was just counting down the minutes to bedtime).
I encourage you to try this! I know that it seems pricey (but it's less than the almost $300 a month I was spending on the Dew). If you are unsure, take the 7 day challenge and see for yourself. If you have a lot to lose, or just need to make some extra part-time cash, you can become an ambassador and get your product for free!
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Oliver and Company (Or Lessons Learned From The Animal Kingdom)
A while back I told you about Oliver, our cat. I complained about how it seemed like forever for the Hubs to go and get him fixed.
He's been fixed and recovered and is wilder now than ever (I really thought it was supposed to settle him down).
We made a decision to let him be an indoor/outdoor cat now that he is fixed and has had his rabies shots. The first morning that I put him outside, he looked bewildered and a bit dejected. When he finally decided to leave the porch, the bell on his collar and his rabies tag jingling with each step, I thought, Wow, I have really hindered his ability to hunt with his tags and bell, he will never be able to catch anything.
Oh, how wrong I am about so many things. Since he has been outside for the last week, he has brought home two birds, a mouse, a squirrel, a mole and a snake.
The snake scared me the most as he left it on the bottom step of the deck. Stepping down with an arm full of things trying to get myself out of the door to go to work, I caught a glimpse of it from the corner of my eye. I leaped then, from the second step to my car door, scurried to get the door shut and the car turned on before I realized that it was very much dead. I snapped a picture from the safety of my car, just in case.
You may be feeling sorry for the myriad of animals that I have pretended that I did not see so that my husband would have to dispose of them. Do not feel sorry for them, besides the fact that they are so blatantly stupid. If a bird (or mouse, mole or squirrel) can not hear that tinkling bell and the clanging of his rabies tag and know that they need to get out of the way, then they kind of deserved whatever they got.
I mean, a bird has an incredible advantage over a cat. It can fly to higher ground, it can move very rapidly. And yet, it chooses to ignore the alarm system being emitted from the hunter in the interest of finding another bug or grub.
The takeaway? Ignoring your problems will not make them go away, it will only get yourself killed and mutilated on my doorstep.
The mouse and mole are much smaller than the cat and could get into spaces much smaller than he can.
The takeaway? Unfortunately for them, hiding from your problems will not make them go away, they will only get you killed and mutilated on my doorstep.
A squirrel can run up a tree! I have never seen a cat run up a tree like a squirrel.
The takeaway? Running from your problems, while it may seem like a good idea, will only insure that you will get killed and mutilated on my doorstep.
As for the snake, well snakes just deserve to die.
He's been fixed and recovered and is wilder now than ever (I really thought it was supposed to settle him down).
We made a decision to let him be an indoor/outdoor cat now that he is fixed and has had his rabies shots. The first morning that I put him outside, he looked bewildered and a bit dejected. When he finally decided to leave the porch, the bell on his collar and his rabies tag jingling with each step, I thought, Wow, I have really hindered his ability to hunt with his tags and bell, he will never be able to catch anything.
Oh, how wrong I am about so many things. Since he has been outside for the last week, he has brought home two birds, a mouse, a squirrel, a mole and a snake.
The snake scared me the most as he left it on the bottom step of the deck. Stepping down with an arm full of things trying to get myself out of the door to go to work, I caught a glimpse of it from the corner of my eye. I leaped then, from the second step to my car door, scurried to get the door shut and the car turned on before I realized that it was very much dead. I snapped a picture from the safety of my car, just in case.
I mean, a bird has an incredible advantage over a cat. It can fly to higher ground, it can move very rapidly. And yet, it chooses to ignore the alarm system being emitted from the hunter in the interest of finding another bug or grub.
The takeaway? Ignoring your problems will not make them go away, it will only get yourself killed and mutilated on my doorstep.
The mouse and mole are much smaller than the cat and could get into spaces much smaller than he can.
The takeaway? Unfortunately for them, hiding from your problems will not make them go away, they will only get you killed and mutilated on my doorstep.
A squirrel can run up a tree! I have never seen a cat run up a tree like a squirrel.
The takeaway? Running from your problems, while it may seem like a good idea, will only insure that you will get killed and mutilated on my doorstep.
As for the snake, well snakes just deserve to die.
Friday, December 2, 2011
I Am Cancelling Christmas After Last Night
Last night, the Hubs met me at work so that Z and I could go to dinner with some friends from church. The evening started off innocently enough, the girls were hyper and cute, excited to see each other in a different element, and my friend and I were actually able to get some real conversation done.
Z and I left there and arrived home just in time to see "Here Comes Santa Claus" on TV. With this Christmas classic playing in the background, I felt festive enough to haul out all of the Christmas paraphenalia, untangle the strands of lights, go through ornaments and make sure that all hooks were intact and that nothing was broken, unravel all of the garland and untie any knots left from last year's hasty cleanup.
I was patient with the "oohing" and "aahing" from the almost 4 year old beside me that had to touch and discuss every last centimeter of "prize" in the Christmas box. I was patient with the not quite 1 year old cat that has never seen a Christmas scene before. I happily smiled as I assembled the tree, sang along with the songs from the movie as we hung the ornaments with care, lifted my 50 pound child unto my shoulders so that she could be the one to place the star atop the tree.
The night was so perfect that I was really starting to believe that I have got this mothering thing under control (finally).
I could not have been more wrong.
At 9:30, I dressed Z in her favorite nightgown. I was told that I was the "bestest mommy ever" because it was washed, dried and hung in her closet (apparently, we all have low expectations). I read two story books and left her room.
At 10:00, the screaming started. Loud, infantile, obtrusive screaming. I was so quietly patient the f-ing Super Nanny would have thrown me a banquet. Every time she would cross the threshold of her door, I would quietly, without eye contact, scoop her up and place her back in her bed. Over and over. For an hour and a half.
She screamed, "I will die in here, all alone" (we have a penchant for the dramatic), "WAH, I want my mommy", "WAAAAAAH, I want my cat", "WAAAAAAAAAAAH, NO ONE LOVES ME". I crocheted and watched the news, waiting for the sound of silence. I stifled my smiles and giggles. I did not yell or even speak. I crocheted and waited.
At 11:15, she moved to just inside of her bedroom door on the floor. As long she stays within her room, I do not fight her because she is in her room. Still screaming, she sat looking out into the hallway.
11:30. Silence. Sudden silence. I smile.
11:31. Blood curdling, earth shattering screams. "I PEED MY BED. I PEED MY BED".
My blood rises. My face goes hot. Anger is dripping off of me.
She is sitting on her bed, fully clothed, saturated with urine. She has peed her bed on purpose, because she thinks that I will not make her sleep there. She got off the floor, walked to her bed, sat on it and purposely peed her bed. WTF? The toilet is less than 4 feet from where she was sitting on the floor.
I walk out of her room and into the bathroom. I place a towel over the wet spot, strip off her clothes and storm out of the room.
She went to bed, naked, on a towel.
Santa will be banned from our house this year. I am taking down the tree tonight.
Z and I left there and arrived home just in time to see "Here Comes Santa Claus" on TV. With this Christmas classic playing in the background, I felt festive enough to haul out all of the Christmas paraphenalia, untangle the strands of lights, go through ornaments and make sure that all hooks were intact and that nothing was broken, unravel all of the garland and untie any knots left from last year's hasty cleanup.
I was patient with the "oohing" and "aahing" from the almost 4 year old beside me that had to touch and discuss every last centimeter of "prize" in the Christmas box. I was patient with the not quite 1 year old cat that has never seen a Christmas scene before. I happily smiled as I assembled the tree, sang along with the songs from the movie as we hung the ornaments with care, lifted my 50 pound child unto my shoulders so that she could be the one to place the star atop the tree.
The night was so perfect that I was really starting to believe that I have got this mothering thing under control (finally).
I could not have been more wrong.
At 9:30, I dressed Z in her favorite nightgown. I was told that I was the "bestest mommy ever" because it was washed, dried and hung in her closet (apparently, we all have low expectations). I read two story books and left her room.
At 10:00, the screaming started. Loud, infantile, obtrusive screaming. I was so quietly patient the f-ing Super Nanny would have thrown me a banquet. Every time she would cross the threshold of her door, I would quietly, without eye contact, scoop her up and place her back in her bed. Over and over. For an hour and a half.
She screamed, "I will die in here, all alone" (we have a penchant for the dramatic), "WAH, I want my mommy", "WAAAAAAH, I want my cat", "WAAAAAAAAAAAH, NO ONE LOVES ME". I crocheted and watched the news, waiting for the sound of silence. I stifled my smiles and giggles. I did not yell or even speak. I crocheted and waited.
At 11:15, she moved to just inside of her bedroom door on the floor. As long she stays within her room, I do not fight her because she is in her room. Still screaming, she sat looking out into the hallway.
11:30. Silence. Sudden silence. I smile.
11:31. Blood curdling, earth shattering screams. "I PEED MY BED. I PEED MY BED".
My blood rises. My face goes hot. Anger is dripping off of me.
She is sitting on her bed, fully clothed, saturated with urine. She has peed her bed on purpose, because she thinks that I will not make her sleep there. She got off the floor, walked to her bed, sat on it and purposely peed her bed. WTF? The toilet is less than 4 feet from where she was sitting on the floor.
I walk out of her room and into the bathroom. I place a towel over the wet spot, strip off her clothes and storm out of the room.
She went to bed, naked, on a towel.
Santa will be banned from our house this year. I am taking down the tree tonight.
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