Losing myself -- literally.

So, it's been a rough week.  Last Monday evening, I fell victim to an apparent 48 hour stomach bug. Thursday, I had an appointment, and Friday it snowed 2 feet.  Yes, I said 2 FEET.  To top that off, my twin boys succumbed to the cough that had plagued them both for a couple of weeks and now had fevers as well.  So off to the doctor we went.  Twice.  So with all of that going on, I made it to the gym twice last week and not since Wednesday. I made it to Zumba today (a week later), and boy was that PAINFUL.  But what I want to focus on is the fact that despite all of that, I managed to lose almost 3 lbs this last week.  Now I want to know how that happens???  Not only the lbs came off, but inches.  I think I lost almost 1/2 an inch off of my hips and thighs each this week.  I would like to say that this phenomena has been an encouragement, but on the contrary I find myself worrying that the lost pounds are lost muscle tone.  Does your body have memory, so that it continues to burn calories at an accelerated rate even if you don't workout (for a time)??  Is it just that the clean eating has finally kicked in??  Who knows?  I am not dumb enough not to count it towards my goal, but i will be talking to the trainer tomorrow....just in case.  :-)

Don't forget your spiritual health

I was reminded just this last weekend that we never know what God or life will bring our way.  I realized that in my quest for fitness and health I need to include my spiritual self as well.  I have let that part of my life get out of shape as well. And just like the physical self, we need to exercise it and feed it the right things.  So I have renewed my commitment to pray more for my family, listend to what God is trying to tell me and DO something for Him in my daily life.

The beginning of this particular journey

So I thought I would back up a bit, since I did not start chronicling this most recent health and fitness endeavor when it actually began. For the 5 of you who are following these ramblings of mine, I named this blog sort of randomly because at the time I had no inspiration about what to blog. So the name primarily hinted at my birthday. Strangely enough, that is where this tale begins.

You see last month I "celebrated" my 39th birthday. And as all women will, began to evaluate my life seeing as how the big one is just around the corner. I was 8 month post pregnancy, and although I was back into "regular" clothes, I was in a size 14, which is my "big" size. I was only 3 lbs over my pre-pregnancy weight, but still a size larger than I was pre-pregnancy. Truth be told, I was anywhere from 15-25 lbs overweight even then. I have a chronic eczema problem that has steadily increased over the last 10 years and my once youthful skin, now looks more like a 50 year old's, due to all the steroid creams that the dermatologists have prescribed. I felt like I woke up suddenly and looked my age if not older. (I have always had a baby face and been mistaken for a younger age). Not only that, but I used to have a waist. Now having 3 children would be enough to challenge even the flattest of waists, but having two at once will downright destroy it. I am actually one of the lucky ones whose ab muscles are still in tact, but they have been stretched way beyond reasonable. Due to the extremely high cost of infant daycare (x2) I quit my job to be a stay at home mom, but found I had no energy to do more than the absolute basics. This led to guilt for not being the perfect housewife & mom I thought I needed to be.

I began doing some reading about eczema which led to research about raw/whole food diets and whole living. So I got on a healthy food kick that lasted about 2 weeks. But my lack of energy made it hard for me to expend energy to even think about and plan a healthy meal inbetween all the baby activity, much less actually do it. Then I went to a zumba class. I'd wanted to try it for more than a year, but was pregnant most of that time, so it was out of the question. Well, I loved it. I was hooked. So I started looking into other classes, and then decided that I would like to have the opportunity to weight train too.
I was very fit and active in my twenties, participating in spin classes, weight training and ballroom and latin dancing. I decided I wanted to be that again. I was inspired by all the actresses and models in the fitness magazines who were 40-ish and over. (Now I don't expect to look quite like that, as I have a much more limited budget and cannot afford a constant trainer or childcare to look after the kids while I train, but it gave me a goal.)

So I decided that by my 40th birthday, I would be 15 lbs lighter, 2 pant sizes smaller, more healthy, more fit, have more energy to be with and take care of my kids and maybe even clean the house! So I joined a gym that offers childcare and made a commitment to go 3-5 times a week, since I was spending my husband's hard earned money on dues every month. Since early December, I have averaged 4 60 min workouts a week at the gym. I still plan to add time on the elliptical machine at home on the weekends. Then I took advantage of a couple of other amenities and met with a dietician a handful of times and began a TEAM Fitness training class. Now, almost 2 months later, I am down 8 lbs and 1 pant size and already have more energy! (although haven't quite gained enough to tackle the much needed housecleaning! :-) )

So that is the gist of where this blog is going....I will post before/during/after pics eventually. And hopefully, something that I learn on this journey may help or inspire someone else.

Brussels sprouts: my new favorite veggie????

Ok, so I made brussel sprouts for dinner last night. First time ever. I've only ever had them once before at a restaurant on the east coast and they were NOT good. So why you ask would I even endeavor to try them again? Especially when 9 out of 10 people tell you they can't stand them? Can't really say. Possibly watching too much Food Network. I have tried blood oranges and persimmons in the last month. And also picked up some parsnips to try. Possibly being tasked by my dietician to fit in like 9 servings of veggies a day has put me on a hunt for some new veggies to change things up a bit. So back to the brussel sprouts: THEY. WERE. DELICIOUS. Ok, well it could possibly be the bacon that really has me hooked, but as someone on the Food Network once said (can't remember who and see what I mean about watching it too much?), "You can't go wrong with bacon," and I'm inclined to agree. So maybe it's not the least fat brussel sprouts recipe, seeing as how you cook them in bacon grease, but it's not horrible. I will be looking for a way to cut down on the fat -- maybe use turkey bacon instead? Still, I highly recommend you try it. It's Rachel Ray's Brussel Sprouts & Bacon recipe on Food Network.com. Do a search and try it. Anyone who already likes brussel sprouts will love this and those of you who are convinced you don't like them just might change your mind!

Adventures in Healthy Eating

So I've been working with a registered dietician for a month now and her suggestion is for me to go gluten free to see if that improves my eczema.  So today I made chicken salad and put it in a lettuce wrap.  Unfortunately I was not gentle enough with the lettuce leaf and ripped it, so I had to double up.  And, note to self:  Pat the lettuce dry before you fill it, because when I picked it up water went all over my plate.  But all in all it was pretty yummy and it's good to have an alternate to bread for a sandwich, because the ready-made gluten free loaves of bread (which are 1/2 the size/length of normal loaves of bread) cost around $6 a loaf!  And even the flour is ridiculous.  I can buy 5 lbs of regular all purpose flour for around $2-3, but I can only get 1/2 that much for anywhere to $3-5 for the gluten free variety.  Luckily I enjoy a large variety of foods, including fruits and vegetables, so even though I've been having to think outside of my normal box for meals, it has been an adventure!

If I had a quarter....

For every time that someone stopped me while out and about with my twin boys to state or ask the same things over and over, then I would already be well on my way to funding their college experiences.  Seriously people, let's come up with something new.  It would not be so bad, but what you don't realize (and I certainly wouldn't if I didn't have twins) is the number of times you hear the same thing over and over in just a few hours.  One day I swear no less than 1/2 a dozen people felt inclined to point out how blessed I was.  Did I look pissed off about pushing a double stroller???  I rather think not.  I was out shopping and that is a past time I usually enjoy and my boys are rather good when mobile and very seldom fuss in their stroller unless it's time or past time to eat, so I doubt that was it either.  I've got news for you, a good majority of us with twins or multiples got there by long hard roads that probably ended in some sort of fertility drugs or treatments and trust me we know EXACTLY how blessed we are.  And another thought - does that mean I wasn't blessed when I only had one child?  My daughter wasn't a blessing?  How many parents of singletons get stopped by passers by to be told how blessed they are?    On the flip side, everyone else wants to point out just how full your hands are.  "You sure have your hands full don't you?"  Was not aware of that either...."Nope, not at all. In fact, think I'll try for triplets next time."

I'm so tempted to get a t-shirt made with this on the back:

1. Yes, they are twins.  Boy, boy.
2. No, they are not identical.
3. They are xx weeks old.  (I would cover the xx's with a sticker with the appropriate number)
3. Yes, I am blessed.
4. Yes, I do have my hands full.
5. Yes, they are on the same schedule.
Any Questions?

Music Calms the Savage Baby...

I only say this because I sit here trying to come up with something witty to write as my 14 week old twin boys scream in unison. They have just eaten and have on fresh diapers & clothes. I was being a bad parent and allowing them to watch a little Bubble Guppies and I fear they may have been a bit overstimulated. So I turned off the tv and turned on some music...and voila! now less than 2 minutes later they are sleeping peacefully.

They are beautiful when they sleep if I do say so myself. But the absolute best is when I walk into view and one or both of them lights up with the most beautiful smile. Now mind you I have a 4 year old daughter as well and I don't know if it's just senility setting in or what, but I do not remember her doing that. Maybe there is something to that whole momma's boy thing. I do feel a bit wrapped, but love every minute of it. And all I can think is Lord help the girls when they get older. I fear Matthew will be a huge flirt and Joshua's dimple (yes, singular) will be the undoing of many a member of the female population I'm sure. And I'm proud of my beautiful children, despite the fact that at least one of the boys is already quite proud of his bodily functions. What can I say??? I am their mother after all.

Joshua big sister's dinasour

Matthew