Weekly Weigh-In!!

The Week: Rough is the only word I can use to describe the first half of the week. The kids were absolutely insane, and I was pretty much ready to sell them on eBay. It was rough.

By the end of the week, though, things started turning around. The rewards charts are starting to work and the naughty bins are proving to be a very real threat. The kids don't want to lose their toys for a week, so they are being much better about cleaning up before naps/bed. Elliott also started staying in her bed. I totally un-Dora'd her room, and she was upset. I made her bed look all pretty with new princess stuff - then told her she had to sleep in the crib. Like a baby. It worked. I realize it's only been 3 days, but it's a start! Janna's napping in our room, which is annoying, but I am finding that she's sleeping longer and better.

Because I have been so frustrated lately, Jon suggested that I should try to get out of the house more often. So after he got home Friday, I went shopping. Alone. For the first time in months. My big purchases: new jeans (3 sizes smaller than the ones I went shopping in!!!!!!!) and a new purse (this pic does not do her justice - she is gorgeous!). I was totally relaxed when I got home (and I'm sure Jon was more relaxed because I was gone). It was nice. Yesterday I spent the afternoon with Katie, and this afternoon Erin and I had a chick date (shopping for kids' mattresses might not seem like tons of fun to most people, but being out with another adult is awesome. And so is the fact that some of the sales-people we talked to thought we were probably lesbians.). I even got to see Jennifer!

So after a very calm weekend, I'm actually looking forward to the week. It feels really good to be able to say that and mean it. I haven't felt that way for a long time. I'm helping out at Gabe's school on Tuesday, and I have some MOMS Club events at the end of the week. We'll see how it goes...

The Weight: I lost .6 pounds this week. Total loss: 57.8 pounds.

God-given Googe

Googe is a word my friends and I made up in high school (if you Google it, you will get a list of Urban Dictionary definitions - mine isn't on there). Googe encompasses many, many things - solids, liquids, whatever. If I couldn't figure out a name for it (or if I couldn't remember the proper name), it became googe. And I think it's a great word. Googe. Say it. "Goooooooooge". Awesome, isn't it?

Most medicines are known around here (and at my Mom's) as googe. The reason? When I was in 9th grade, I was playing volley ball in gym class. I never wore my glasses (do you know how much trouble my sorry ass would have been in if they had gotten broken???) , and inadvertently, athletically-inclined me (can you sense the sarcasm?) got hit in the face with the ball. I got sent to the nurse. The eye was fine, but the nurse called my Mom to pick me up. I had to go to the doctor and have note signed saying that I had been there, and that I was going to live. My Mom was pissed. PISSED. The trip was useless, too. I really was fine, but just to be sure, Dr. D. put drops in my eye. And thus, the phrase "god-given googe" was born. Had it not been for those drops, my eye probably wouldn't have made it (again...are you sensing my sarcasm?).

So. Medicines and such are called googe. The really good ones...the ones that actually work? God-given googe. Right now, honey is the g-g googe in this house. My kids have colds. Accompanying the colds is a nasty cough. And since the episode with Elliott, I am really not inclined (the pediatrician is very happy with this decision) to give the kids any kind of cold medicine. While I was in the doc's office yesterday (Elliott has 1.5 ear infections), I noticed the flyer from a study conducted at Penn State about the usefulness of honey in calming kids' coughs. So I asked Dr. Y. She said it was a good remedy. So I tried it. OMG. My kids slept all night. Without coughing. It was awesome. They started up again at lunch time, so I gave them more honey. Nap time? Was amazing. All three kids slept (or were quiet) for 3+ hours. Not a single cough was heard. I'm sold. Honey really is g-g googe.

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Lisha tagged me earlier today in her "Honest Scrap" post. Thanks!! I feel so special!

The honorees are to:
A) First list 10 honest things about yourself - and make it interesting, even if you have to dig deep!
B) Pass the award on to 7 bloggers that you feel embody the spirit of the Honest Scrap.

Here goes!

1) I didn't get my driver's license til I was 20. I drove my first car (a 1994 Olds) from the Summer of 1998 until the Spring of 2008.

2) I met my husband online. While this isn't really a secret, I think it's kind of cool. Jon and I lived maybe 15 miles apart for our entire lives. And never knew each other until I IM'd him in the Fall of 1997.

3) There are days when I seriously regret having kids.

4) Secretly, I want a dog. I don't know why (because I don't like them), but I really want one. A small one. Or a big one. That's fluffy. And nice to kids.

5) I once slid down my front yard on my face. If look closely at the right side of my nose, you can see what's left of the scar.

6) I pretty much saved my Dad's life by telling him to wear his seat belt when we were in the car together when I was 5. Less than a minute after I told him to put it on, we were in a nasty accident.

7) I can't stand stupidity, blatant rudeness (unless it's coming out of my own mouth for a good reason), malapropism (again, unless it's coming out of my mouth), and pretentiousness.

8) My two very favorite meals are cream cheese and olive sandwiches - preferably on pita bread, and dippy eggs and toast with Worcestershire sauce.

9) I think about my grandmother (she died in 1996) at least once a day.

10) I absolutely hate the moles on my face. They are the one thing that I have always been (and probably always be) self-conscious about.

Honorees (please forgive me if my honor is a repeat. I'm lacking in the blogging friends department):

Erin, Katie, Debby, Alicia, Cheryl, Liz, and Jennifer.

Weekly Weigh-In!!

The Week: Sucked. My kids are terrible. Period. Ok...not all of them are terrible - 2/3 of them are terrible. Janna is great (and still loving using the potty)!! Gabriel is once again misbehaving his little behind off in school, and Elliott just doesn't know when to quit. She's not eating, not sleeping (and when she does "sleep", it's in her baby sister's crib - yep, my three year-old is back in a crib), and not listening. I'm honestly beginning to think there's something wrong with her. This isn't "typical three year-old behavior" - there's something else going on and I don't know what to do with her. I am calling the ped. tomorrow to see if she has any ideas. Part of the problem is due to the the cold meds that we've been giving her. She has all of the adverse side effects (restlessness, sleeplessness, basic insanity). Yet another reason to call her doc.

So starting this week I am reinforcing the rules around here. The Rewards Charts are done and ready to be hung. The House Rules are also ready to be hung. The daily naughty bins are ready to be used (Friday's is full), too. We'll see if those things help at all. I am also taking away all of the fun events that I had planned. No sledding parties, lunches with friends, MOMS Club outings - nothing. I think that in order for them to understand that I mean business, they can't have any sort of "reward". I have threatened to take away their outings, but I've never done it. Until now. I'll let you know if it works. If nothing else, I will be driven completely insane and someone will have to haul my ass to the loony bin. Which might not be too bad...

The Weight: Whatever I'm doing, I'm doing it right. I lost 2.6 pounds this week. That's a total of 57.2 pounds in 25 weeks!!

New Rules

I'm in charge of this house. While I know that "technically" Jon is the head-of-the-household because he brings in the money, I am in charge. I wear the proverbial pants in this family. I set the majority of the rules, and people can either follow them...or they can leave - or sit in time-out for the entire afternoon. Harsh? Maybe. But I need a routine in place every day. I like consistency.

My rules are pretty straightforward: No throwing, pushing, biting, running, spitting, jumping on furniture. Clean up your mess. Eat your food. Listen to Mommy and Daddy (or whatever adult is in charge). If you decide not to listen and to break rules, then you get a warning. If you continue the behavior, you go to time-out. If I have to get out my yelling voice and spanking hands, it's over.

Lately, the kids have been pretty much out of control. And I don't know what to do anymore. Yelling doesn't work. Punishing doesn't work. Taking away privileges and toys doesn't work. Taking away snacks doesn't work. Spanking doesn't work. Nothing works. Absolutely nothing works. My kids just don't care. And I'm frustrated. No one listens, no one cleans up, no one eats, no one naps, no one goes to bed at night. All they will do is whatever you tell them not to do. I know, I know...they're 4, 3, and 1.5. But at some point, something's gotta give, right?

So after a morning of utter hell (and an afternoon that rapidly went down the tubes), I have come up with some new ways of dealing with the behavior of my kids. I made a rewards chart years ago, and it stopped working so I put it away. I got that beast out again, and I am going to re-vamp it over the weekend.

I am also revamping our "House Rules" list. I'm going to print it out and post it all over the house. If a kid misbehaves then I will point of the rule, describe how they broke it, and they will then be punished accordingly.

We currently use a "Naughty Bag" for toys that are abused (meaning thrown or used as a weapon), and it works fairly well. The kids misuse a toy, it goes in the bag. We tell them that the item can come out after a certain number of days (4 for G, 3 for E, 2 for J). Since the bag is usually overflowing, I am going to set up a color-coded bin system. Each day of the week will have a different color, and the toys that have been abused will be put in the coordinating day's bin. The toys will then be taken away for a full week. Part of me thinks that 7 days is a bit much. But since the kids' track records show that within minutes of having an abused toy back they abuse it again in the exact same manner as they did when it was taken away, I am going to start out with the full week. The bins will also be used for the toys that don't get cleaned up. Every day before nap and bed times, the kids will be told to clean up. Whatever doesn't get put away will be added to the bin and taken away for a week.

I'm also making a toy chart for each kid. I am going to take pictures of each kids' favorite toys, and post them on a chart. On days when behavior is absolutely ridiculous, they can choose the toys that they lose. Examples: 1) Gabe's behavior in school. He was awesome for his first week back after the holiday break. This week hasn't been so good. He just can't keep his attitude or his sillies in check. I'm not sure how to punish him for behavior that I'm not seeing (though I'm not doubting it) - and I think this might work. He has to pick the toys to give up. And he loves everything in his room. 2) Elliott has decided that she doesn't need to nap or stay quiet at nap time. (And trust me - she needs the nap.) So when she decides to wander around the upstairs bothering everyone, she can pick the toys she wants to lose for 3 days. And then she can park her heiney in time-out until nap-time ends. Which is where she is right this minute. Only she gets to sit there until Daddy gets home from work. In an hour and a half.

Janna really isn't going to get much out of the new rules/rewards/punishment system. She's too young. But there's no reason for her not to have to follow the same rules that her siblings have to follow. So when she decides to misbehave and abuse toys, the same punishments will be handed down to her - to a lesser degree.

We'll see how it goes. I'm at the end of my rope. If this doesn't work, I'm not sure what else to try. Any other suggestions?

A Weighty Issue

I have never been thin. I will never be thin. I'm realistic about that fact. My thighs will always be big, my face will always be round, and (thanks to three pregnancies) I will always have a poochy belly. Such is life. I can't change genetics - I am built like my father's side of the family...short-ish and round-ish. Nothing can be done about the height, but I can do something about the round-ishness.

(Bear with me here...I'm very "chatty" when it comes to this topic.)

As I was growing up, I got a lot of flack about my weight. My dad liked to pick on me about it at times, as did my brothers. My mom never really did (though she apologizes profusely now for any hurtful comments she may have made). My good friends never cared that I was chubby, though in high school a few "friends" liked to comment about it at times. I let a lot of the comments slide. It wasn't worth fighting with people over...as long as the comments weren't too hurtful. It started to bother me when the douchebag I dated from 7th through 11th grades started calling me a cow. He knew I was self-conscious about my figure, and it hurt. He would come up behind me with his buddies and moo at me. It was horrible. And since he thought I was gross, I thought I was gross too. So I started "dieting". I took weight loss pills and basically starved myself. By the time junior prom rolled around, my size 14 Victoria's Secret red satin ballgown was too big. Noticeably too big. (I understand that to smaller women, a size 14 is BIG. To me, it's not. It's not a plus-size - and if you would like to debate that fact with me, let's have at it.) I think my Mom was shocked when I put the dress on and it hung from my frame.

I spent my senior year a little better. One of my "friends" was a pseudo-vegetarian calorie counter. Since I spent a lot of time with her, I started doing the same thing. More weight came off, and of course I was pleased. I was never "thin-thin"...I didn't go below a size 12 (which for me is very small). But looking back on it, I was definitely not being healthy.

Freshman and Sophomore year of college were about the same. I was still hanging out with Veggie Girl, and thus I ate the way she did. Like an idiot. I stayed roughly the same weight/size all the way through college.

When I graduated, I moved up here to be with Jon. I didn't have a job (who knew a sociology degree was going to be completely useless??), so I sat on my ass all day. I knew I was getting heavier. I just didn't do anything about it. I just kept getting heavier...and heavier. I pretty much hated my life at that point, too. I was miserable being here, Jon worked all the time (and when he wasn't working he was finishing up his degree), and I was lonely. I realize now that food was my companion.

After having kids, I put on more weight. Especially after Gabriel. Right now, I am 60 pounds lighter than I was when I got pregnant with him, 64 pounds lighter than when I got pregnant with Elliott, and 42 pounds lighter than I was when I found out about Janna. That's a lot of weight.

Having kids made me realize that I needed to lose weight. Not only for myself, but for them. It's not only so that I can play with them without huffing and puffing. I also want to show them that you can be heavier in a healthier way. Gabriel needs to understand that plus-size women are just as beautiful as thin women. My brothers (neither one is overly thin) like to make fun of heavy women. They make fun of their friends for "climbing on top of plumpers". It's disgusting. If my son EVER says anything like that he will be punished severely. I don't care if he's an "adult". My Girls need to know that what is portrayed in magazines and on TV isn't necessarily realistic. They need to know that they deserve love and respect even if their figures aren't what society deems as acceptable and/or attractive. I think that because I am such a strong influence on them, they'll get it. Their father is also going to play a huge role in their self-esteem. Every day he tells me how beautiful I am. I honestly think that's going to rub off on the kids. They will see that their [tall, thin, athletic] dad unconditionally loves their [short, round, graceless] mom. (I didn't see that when I was little.) They will never hear a negative word about their mother's body size (or their own body size) come out of their father's mouth. (I heard negativity come out of my dad's mouth daily.)

So. Society tells us that in order to be special...to be attractive...to be worthy...you must be thin. I disagree. You should be healthy. As stated above, I will never be thin. But I can be healthy.

That was my goal when I started Weight Watchers 24 weeks ago. And I'm slowly achieving that goal. I had to change my lifestyle, and I will have to use this program (or something like it) for the rest of my life if I want to maintain what I've begun. And that's a pretty daunting thing. I will have to force myself to exercise every day and keep a detailed food journal. It's been rough - and it will continue to be rough. But I'm worth it. And that's what I keep telling myself.

Just in case you were wondering, I do exercise every day. I refuse to join a gym simply because I think they're a gigantic waste of money. For me. I am perfectly capable of working out at home, and since I'm seeing results I don't see the point of throwing my cash away. But just because I work out at home doesn't mean that I am less motivated or that I am not going to be as healthy as anyone else. I don't always like it, but it's become a part of my daily routine. I don't feel good when I don't do it.

Weight Watchers has made it really easy for me to lose weight because I have to be responsible for what I am eating. For the most part, I measure everything I put in my mouth. Right now, my daily Points allowance is 26. Everything has a set amount of points, and I create our menu around that system. I also cut the fat out of almost everything we eat. The kids don't notice, Jon is more than happy to eat whatever I put in front of him, and everyone can probably tell that this system is working for me.

I'm proud of myself for what I've accomplished thus far. My goals are attainable. I'm not trying to be something I'm not. I'm me - pleasantly plump me. And I finally like me.