A Day Without Puke

So, the pukies invaded our house on Tuesday. It started out with Grant and it was disgusting! Luckily, he his 15 month check up that day so we got to see the doctor. He did not have a fever or cough so she said it was just a stomach bug and not the mutant flu that has been killing people lately. Side note, at 15 months he weighs 23lbs and my nephew, who just had his 9 month check up weighs 22lbs. I'm not surprised at the 22lb part but I am surprised Grant only weighs 23lbs because after dinner he has a serious belly! Chubby babies are cute, chubby mommas, not so much! Anywho, after I cut out milk for Grant he stopped puking but stayed crabby. For days. Then, at 2:30am Wed., it got Austin. We cut out milk for him too and it helped for the most part. He still had a few "incidences" but not as bad. Then, finally, Friday we were puke free! And, it was almost 60 degrees out, woohoo!! They were still beyond crabby so as soon as Grant woke up from his nap I threw them in the car and off to the park we went. A walk makes everyone happy!

I'm trying out the Runtastic app because, as an awesome bonus with 13 in 13, they have given us a promo code that unlocks some of the pro features with the free version, yay! It cracks me up that it took us so long to hardly go a mile. With them, everything takes longer. It was, I want to walk, I want in the stroller, I'm cold, I dropped my blanket, I'm hot...all from Austin, of course. Grant was in the back stuffing his face with goldfish and saying "Goooo!" My starting and ending point don't connect either because right in the break is the window on nature so we went in and watched 2 squirrels chase each other for awhile and listened to the bird calls on the little educational thing they have. It's Austin's favorite place!

It's Wednesday and that means I'm linking up with Erin from She's a Big Star and Alex from the Skinny Jean Pilgrimage for Weigh-In Wednesday. 

Or, as I'm calling it this week, Let's Forget Last Week Even Happened Wednesday. Doesn't exactly roll off the tongue but, that's where we're at right now. 

The month of December was, by far, the busiest for our family. Ever. There were only 2 days that we did not have something going on. We were exhausted. So, after our lame-o New Years, we spent the week doing nothing. And I mean nothing. We took a lot of naps, ate like garbage, and I did not work out at all. It was awful. Then, on Saturday, we all went to my sister's to watch the Bengals game. Translation, Justin got to watch football, I still had to take care of the boys. Luckily, G wasn't being too clingy so I was able to enjoy too many a few beers and some fun, game day type food full of extra calories. I paid for the extra beers on Sunday and I'm paying for the extra food (and lack of pretty much everything all week). I've gone back to 199. At the start of December I had gotten down to 197 and was so pumped and now, here I am, almost back up to 200. It's time to kick things into high gear and log everything I eat, stick with water, and try really hard not to eat after 7. This is one of the hardest things since Justin usually doesn't get home until close to 7 and we've been making it a priority to have dinner together.

The weekly challenge this week is all about the booty so I will be giving this a try!

I have my first race of 2013 this weekend, too. I will be running a 5k in the Winter Virtual race hosted by Moms Run This Town. It's going to be in the 50s this weekend so I can't wait to get out and run!

Please Tell Me I'm Not the Only One

So, I'm sitting on the couch, reading with A today. I get up to change G' s diaper and as I'm carrying him to his room my pants fall down. Like,around my ankles fall down.  Sadly, this is not the first time and even sadder is that they fall down in public too. Not as badly because I catch them but, it still happens. I can't wear a belt because then they are pulled and bunched and it looks like I'm wearing some kind of pleated, dress jean. Oh, and these aren't the only pair that do it. It's actually all of my jeans except the one pair that is now too snug thanks to too many holiday goodies.

I'm not really sure what my issue is with getting new jeans. Maybe it's the disgusting dressing room neon lights. Or the shame I feel when the size I think might fit is too small. Hubs tells me all the time to go because he's tired of looking at my saggy butt. I just can't do it. I do realize that if I got some pants that fit I might actually look better. It doesn't matter.The thought of going into the store, hunting for jeans that might be the right size and then trying them on has me in cold sweats. It always ends badly.

I know when I was skinny I had a lot of jeans but I really can't remember how I got them. I don't think I bought them. My mom was working at Dillard' s then so I have a feeling that's where most of them came from. Apparently, this has always been an issue. So, New resolution...get over the self consciousness and buy at least 1 pair of jeans that don't make me look like I'm wearing a diaper.

My Biggest Hurdle...

Do you see this?! 9 degrees! Not only do I not want to go out and run in this for fear that I would get hypothermia and lose a toe (or worse!) but I really don't feel like taking the boys out to run in this. I realize this is just a big, fat, excuse but I'm not ready to push through this one just yet. A goes back to school Monday and I need him healthy. I WILL go down and get on the dreadmill tonight, though!