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August 2010

Weigh in Wednesday

Penguin2 Today I weighed in at 175, down 1.5 pounds from two weeks ago. I'm feeling great and will keep this momentum going! That makes 17 pounds since I started officially keeping track. 8 more pounds to lose to get to the 25 off goal. Woot! 

We are going back to Hawaii in early October for a few days -- my great aunt is turning 90 -- and I am going to BUY A BIKINI AND WEAR IT! I might even show you a picture...

I'm very pleased about my progress, it's been slow and steady, which makes me feel very good about keeping it off for a long time. 

We went to a presentation about Alzheimer's (the 10 warning signs) and the most important thing I took away from it was -- stay fit. Staying active, keeping your heart healthy, keeping your cholesterol down, all these things also keep your brain healthy. Mental exercise is good, but excellent physical condition is better. My dad had Alzheimer's so that means I could get it too. This makes me even more determined to take this weight off, then take more off, and keep fit. 

Who is with me?!

Let's go Mr. Penguin!

Getting Itchy

My niece and nephew recently moved out of the house they grew up in, both moving on to life in their 20's. My nephew (20) moved into a friend's house and my niece (22) is living with two girlfriends in a three bedroom apartment. When my niece moved she was so excited about setting up her new spot. I was excited too! 

I love moving. I love going to a new place, a blank slate, and organizing where things go. Buying stuff at Target and Bed Bath and Beyond -- bath towels, dish-racks, drawer organizers, small shelves, throw rugs, accent pillows, etc etc. FUN! I haven't moved in 12 years and it got me itching. Not to move (that's not in the cards at this moment) but at least to refresh what we have, spruce the place up. 

The latest Ikea catalogue came in the mail the other day and I'm treating it like a magazine I've been dying to read. We don't need a thing. But I want want want want new stuff! So American. So consumer. YES! That's me and I freely admit it.  Ikea  

The other reason I'm feeling itchy is because we are in wait mode for little Billie Joe Padma Frey to come along. This does give me good reason to at least keep clearing out what is here to make room for the wee one to come. And once there is a wee one, going to Ikea and Target and BB&B will be warranted, but not until then. Can't put the crib before the birthmother. I'm already visualizing where the baby furniture will go in this room ("this room" being my office). I just can't visualize where my office will go. That's going to be a tough one.

Maybe just to sate my appetite in a small way I can head down to Ikea, give myself a $40 budget, go nuts in the marketplace area (candles, kitchen utensils, lamps) and then just look at the more pricey stuff for when we have more income/space/wherewithal. That might help. Might not...For now I'll try not to drool too much on the catalog in between clearing.

HoopTastic Reward!

I did reward myself yesterday with the Hoop! Went and bought the Hoopnotica travel hoop yesterday from SportEve in Culver City. Had to try it out and it's fun, though just for that 2 minutes I was already feeling it! Awesome.

And this is the first picture I've seen of myself in a LONG LONG TIME in which I look good -- meaning I don't look fat. Much work to do, but I'm on my way!


Weigh in Wednesday

SnowleopardI was nervous getting on the scale today. In my plan for August, that number needed to read 176. AND IT DID! That makes over 15 pounds lost on my official program and about 20 since Christmas. I am pleased and proud.

I have multiple goals for August, writing being a big one and continuing the weight loss being another big one. My weight loss goal is to be at 172 by September 1st. Mom and I are both working toward specific numbers for that date and supporting each other in email.

Losing weight in summer is a bit easier in some ways. When it's hot, I find I don't want to eat heavier foods (or cook for that matter). This week I made a big batch of gazpacho - basically a mix of finely chopped veggies and a touch of olive oil and vinegar. Uber healthy, uber refreshing and I can eat a big bowl of it and feel great. 

I've been slowly and steadily losing the weight since March and have not felt deprived at all. I've had plenty of pizza and ice cream along the way, plenty of lattes and fraps too. It's just about not indulging every food whim every time I have one. Yesterday I was driving home from a meeting in Hollywood at lunch time and I wanted to stop at Versailles and get garlic chicken, rice and beans. But I reminded myself that I needed to hit 176 today and that Versailles is not going anywhere. So I drove home and had a large yummy salad with tomatoes from our garden and a bit of mozzarella cheese. I was very satisfied. I'm even more satisfied now!

I've been considering my rewards for this 15 pound milestone and have decided on two things: a massage (I'm looking at you, Kjrstin!) and a work-out hula hoop from SportEve. I might go get that hoop today!

Want to play hula hoop with me, little Snow Leopard? 

Observations About Expecting A Baby But Not Being Pregnant

Stork-baby  In case you are new here: We are adopting. So we are technically, emotionally, practically excepting a baby in the not too distant future. I'm not pregnant and we aren't matched with a birthmom yet.

During the past six to twelve months of this process I have been on the receiving end of a number of statements about just how hard parenthood is. That it's hard. Really hard. HARD. I've heard it from both moms and dads and the "it's really hard" comments were not followed up with anything positive from those specific parents. I was surprised. (I have also heard many positive happy comments about parenthood, just to be balanced. Special shout out to NoirBettie for this fabulous post about it!)

What I realized this morning is this: If I were pregnant, seven months along, say, full-bellied, slight waddle, sore back, I don't believe I would get those very direct comments said to me. Can you imagine saying to someone in their full ripeness of fertility -- "Having a baby, huh? It's going to be tough, really tough." ? 

Even in the adoption conversations I've had more than two people tell me worst case scenarios about adoptions. ("We had friends in the process and the birthmom changed her mind at the last minute, they are devastated.") Again, I realized, if I were seven months pregnant (or any months pregnant) would I get told the horror stories of births or pregnancies that ended up badly? I doubt it.

I get the impression that since I'm not pregnant, it's easy to not attach motherhood/parenthood to me. It's easy to say "wow, parenthood is hard, might want to really think about it." As though we just decided on the spur of the moment to adopt a baby or that since all we've done so far is fill out paperwork, we could easily reconsider and back out of it. Never mind the years we've spent talking and thinking and deciding to have kids in the first place, then to find out we can't make our own.

I know that generally when people say negative things they are projecting their own fears or worries on me. I do know that. Then there are times when I think I'll buy a fake pregnant belly and wear it around to avoid it all to begin with. Oh well. There is a lot to learn about this particular path we are taking to parenthood and am enjoying it all because it is our path.

We are really excited about having kids. We talk about it a lot, laugh about names we might choose (and all the hilarious fake names we threaten each other with). We stand around our tiny house wondering how we are going to rearrange the place to make room for the wee one(s) to come. I keep trying to convince Kurt that twins would be great!

Storkpostcard8  Do I imagine that parenthood is going to be a snap, that I'll get all the sleep I need, have all the free time I want, that my life won't change? Uh no. I'm not blind. But this is something we've decided to do and we are excited and nervous and anxious and stoked beyond belief about it. Yeah, at times it will be hard. But isn't that life? Sometimes life is hard, it sucks, it blows, it is shitty and painful and brutal. And more often, I've found, life is beautiful and amazing and surprising and joyous. I wouldn't have it any other way.

Come on Mr. Stork! We are ready!