Back to the weight-loss goal

I’m back to my 20 lb weight loss goal. Is it only April? Almost May? Don’t you worry, I can still lose 20 lbs by January 2011. Today we recieved a very important tool to help me accomplish that goal – a spin bike. I’m not talking about the cheap exercise bikes you can buy. I’m talking about a gym grad spin bike from Spinning. It is pretty exciting. I tried it out right after it got here, and I was sweating in about three minues. I don’t know if that is a testament to the great potential of the bike or to my general out-of-shapeness. Probably more of the latter.

I know I also started a “no more soda” goal earlier this year. I have completely fallen off the wagon on that goal, but I asked my husband to bring home my last (I promise) soda. I chose Mountain Dew. I’m not sure it’s the best of choices, but it will do. I have to write this goal down so that I’ll feel silly when I drink it.

Other than my goals, it was a good day all around. Back to my book goal for the evening.

Have a good night, all!

I’m THAT mother.

It took a week, but my back is better. Not great, but better. At least I’m able to stretch it out a little. Head-aches and back-aches are the worst. I’m such a huge baby about them. I think it’s because sometimes there is nothing you can do about it. Do as much stretching or sleeping as you want and the pain is still there. I think I’m on enough Advil right now that it’s actually starting to help.

One other good thing – Fynn is actually taking decent naps again. I love these little times between boughts of teething when I can actually believe that I can get things done during the day. It’s so nice. Soon, I’ll get that cold slap in the face of reality when he naps for 45 minutes at a time and is super angry that he’s awake and his mouth hurts.

Fynn took his first nasty spill last night. He fell off his changing table right onto the hardwood floor. And, yep, I freaked out. He cried, his little nose bled, and I could barely breath. Thank God that he is just fine. No concussion, no broken bones, and no lasting trauma – at least the baby isn’t traumatized. I’m still pretty traumatized. I called my pediatrician’s office to ask what I should look out for in case I needed to take him to Children’s. I was sure that when the nurse talked to the doctor, she said, “I have a hysterical mother on line 2 who dropped her baby.” Since Fynn was back to playing, his nose had stopped bleeding, and he wasn’t even swollen, they didn’t seem too concerned. Today he’s fine and back to normal – big sigh of relief. So, yes, I’m THAT mother, you know the one they talk about in the books – the one who takes her hand off her baby for a second and he falls on the floor. The authors of “What to Expect the First Year, ” should totally draw a little picture of me next to the changing table advice and say – “Don’t be this mother.”

Other than that bit of trauma, things are going well. I’m actually getting work done, the house picked up (nearly), and I’m looking forward to having time to read. You know, read? That thing I used to do a lot of years ago? So, I’m still not into my National Book Award books. I’m now ready Toni Morrison’s Beloved. I’ve only read a little of this book. I’m looking forward to finishing it.

Talk to you all soon! ’till butter flies.

Ouch…

My back still hurts. I’m just going to come right out and say it. I’ve been doing a ton of stretches and some yoga to work it out. So far, so good. While I’m still in pain, I can actually move and not crawl around the floor. I have to say, not being mobile just sucks. I feel sorry for my little guy because he has had to deal with more containment than I would like. I can’t rest if I’m constantly chasing him and picking him up. He’s doing alright playing with blocks in his pack and play and tossing them out of his pack and play. I’m hoping that with a little more rest, stretching, muscle relaxants, and pain killers that this back pain will end soon.

So, I’m feeling really couped up. I have a 950 square foot apartment that I haven’t really left in a couple of days. This is not the best of situations. I’m really fortunate to be able to stay at home with my little guy, but I’m kinda feeling a little lonely right now. And I’ve realized that I have a short fuse. This could also be causes by the searing pain in my back, but I hate getting frustrated. My goal is that the little guy goes down early tonight and I can go read at Starbucks or something. Just to get out of the house.

I think it’s hard not having a lot of friends who are stay-at-home moms. Don’t get me wrong, I have great friends who are awesome. I have friends with flexible schedules who are able to hang out once in a while during the day. It’s just me being selfish. I know I should just go to some of these mommy outings, but it’s hard to go alone. I wish I had another stay-at-home mommy buddy to do things with. Maybe that will have to be my goal. A buddy.

Back in the blogging saddle….

I can’t believe that it is already April 15. What happened to February and March? I’ve fallen off my goals a bit for the new year. However, I’ve actually got one big goal accomplished.

We purchased new furniture. This a big project Nate and I have talked about for a couple years. We had been using old furniture of mine – desk, dining room table, etc. Plus we had glass tables, which I’ve been REALLY sick of for a while now. I hate cleaning them and they always look dusty. Plus, we need a lot of storage with a small apartment. We have both become tired of the constant clutter. So, we went on a shopping spree at Ikea. We purchased a new dining room table and chairs, a new desk/office unit with tons of cubes and storage – awesome – and we replaced one end table with a simple wood table and replaced the other with another cube/shelf unit. Then the same for the bedroom. No more glass – yippy! Our house looks so much better and it does amazing things for my mental health.

Other than that, it has been sort of interesting at the Kogler household. Fynn is doing great. He’s getting so big and he is cruising now. He doesn’t want to sit or crawl, he just wants to move from one piece of furniture to another. It’s way too cute. However a mobile baby means it is a lot harder to get work done during the day. I think back to when I was working full time and working from home on Fridays. He was such a calm little guy. He would just play under his gym or in is exersaucer while I would work. Now, he’s trying to break my computer screen and he complains if I’m not playing with him. I know it’s good for him to play by himself, but I really like playing with him…so I think I’m my own worst enemy on that front.

I’ve been talking about going back to work part time in the fall. Mostly doing what I’m doing at home in an office. It’s a bit hard to work out. Daycare is expensive when you’re working only part time. I also don’t think it will be any more cost effective to hire a nanny (nanny taxes, etc). I’ll have to do a lot of thinking about this. If it works alright to just keep doing what I’m doing for a while, that might be how it has to be. Now that the house is set up better and baby-proofed correctly, I think this might get a little bit easier (not a lot easier) but a little bit over the next few weeks.

I’ve picked up one other problem. If anyone has a solution to this, I’m all ears. As some of you might know, I have a gigantic child. He’s not fat, just a really big guy. I just have not been doing a lot of core exercises and my back is killing me. When I mean killing me, I mean I’m all hunched over and can barely carry the little guy or walk for that matter. I just have this huge muscle knot in my left side. I’m working hard on carrying Fynn on both sides, but he’s heavy and picking him up hurts. The problem is that I can’t really rest. I mean, I’m a stay-at-home mom and neither set of parents live in town. I just have no one to call for help. I just wish I could call my mom and ask for help. Even 1 week of half day help would be a life-saver. My back was getting better when Nate was home for a week. Just to share the load until I can recover. Alas. Maybe when my mom retires, they can stay on the boat for a few weeks in June or July and help me out. Until then, I’ll get a walker. 🙁