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eating healthy
-counting calories
-trying to be really good before a trip to the beach
and
-your 2 yr old wants lunch?
You stuff a giant bowl of this crap in your face, that’s what.
Damn you, Sponge Bob.
I feel bad for her, really I do. Brinn has brutal night terrors.
Our first run in with night terrors, I thought the kid was dying. We heard shrieking, screaming, sobbing, only to run in the room and realize the child had no idea who the hell we were. The entire month of October we dealt with her screaming about “snow bear”. She would be completely inconsolable. We finally realized Snow Bear was a cartoon character on an episode of Dora the Damn Explorer. Brinn can count to ten in Spanish, and hasn’t slept in a month. Thanks, Dora. Over the holidays she was doing great, and rarely waking other than to go to the bathroom.
3 weeks ago she started it up AGAIN. The newest terrors involve none other than bugs. That makes me feel like MOM OF THE YEAR- this is her bedroom!http://www.stepfordlife.com/2008/10/finally-putting-that-art-degree-to-some.html
She woke up first yelling about bees. Bees on her face. Bees in her bed. Bees in her clothes. Last night it was ants. Ants in her bed. We go to her, flip on the light, and show her there are no ants on the ceiling. She said “okay”. Flip the light off. Wait for it……..”ANNNNNTS!!! ANTS EVERYWHERE!” *sob-sob-sob-scream*. Then Bob and I took turns going into her room on and off for the next 2 hours because she’s delusional (so are we) and she falls in and out of sleep.
This has always happened at night. Until today. She had a flipping NAP TERROR. For crying out loud, is it all the phenobarbital I took as a kid for seizures? I dunno. It just took half of an hour to “wake” her up. She was totally freaking out and couldn’t form words. After 20 minutes of shaking and sobbing, she wailed “POTTY!!!!!!!!”. I thought she would pull a Linda Blair on me. I helped her get on the toilet, and she screamed at me to get out. She sat on the pot sobbing for 15 minutes. She calmed down, and I gave her some juice. I asked her, what happened? She proceeded to stutter about a monster, and she kept looking at her hand. I said, “did the monster bite you?” She let out a HOWL. Great. 10 more minutes of sobs and sniffles.
I feel terrible for her, but seriously! I feel like I just drank 10 cups of coffee and someone dangled me by my wrists off the side of a building. I am completely anxious while she suffers through them because there is nothing you can do! Nada. So here the 2 of us sit, crazed and exhausted. I guess my Twitter update of “peaceful naptime” was just bullshit.
Almond milk, banana, favorite fruit, blender.
8oz milk, either 1 frozen banana and 1 cup frozen fruit (blueberry today) or 1 small fresh banana. If you add too much fresh banana, it’s like glue and she won’t drink it.
Once upon a time Brinn was a terrific eater. Not. Any. More.
But she loves “milkshakes”, so if she decides to have smoothie everyday I can roll with it.
Lunch in 30 seconds.
and you know she’s finished when she starts painting the counter (then her face) with it.
AGAIN. I cracked the dvd back out (once I found it) and Jillian kicked my ass (and arms, and legs…everything except my eyelids). I admit it, I love the Biggest Loser because I enjoy watching Bob and Jillian make people cry. But for masochists like me- her 20 minute workout allows you to enjoy a verbal and physical beat down for yourself.
I also want to add, I hated her wii game, Jillian Michaels’ Fitness Ultimatum 09.
I have been on a perpetual diet since I was about 12.
I blame it on my mother, because I don’t remember a day of my life that she wasn’t on a diet. Of course like 99% of the country, I’m beginning another diet as one of my resolutions.
I’m still 15 lbs over my pre-Brinn pregnancy weight, 5 lbs away from my pre-Shaye weight.
It’s sad and depressing. I count calories, I can run 2 miles on the treadmill, complete my Shred dvd, walk the dog, and still can’t lose.
Before Christmas I did the Master Cleanse for 3 days. Yup, so desperate was I to jump start some weight loss that I endured lemonade, maple syrup and cayenne pepper. I knew the holidays were going to be terrible, so I figured why not. It totally worked. I still have not gained back those 5 lbs I lost. Even after a trip to NY I had no gain, that is a small miracle. And trust me, I ate like a disgusting pig while I was there. Sandwiches with Webers mustard, Bison chip dip, chicken wings, pizza rolls, Wegman’s subs, chicken finger subs, and the mothership of all things holy and good in Buffalo- DiCamillo’s bakery.
GAME OVER.
We rang in the New Year, so the next diet begins.
I’ll be honest, I’m starting this diet under the impression I will probably fail. I most likely will not lose this 15 lbs. Unless you starve and work out like a maniac, it’s pretty much pointless. But I’m ready to drop my negative attitude and just do it. Thinking negatively will get me nowhere, except back to the mall for bigger jeans to fit my big, negative ass.
Good luck to everyone else out there doing it. God knows we all need it!
