Where to begin?

Hola!

It's been a while. So here's a recap (because I know you all care so deeply...)

I was doing pretty great with the working out and weight loss. For a while. I was doing my P90X religiously for 8 weeks. So I did the first 2 phases, but got tripped up at the 3rd and last phase. I had lost a good 6 or 7 pounds, was losing inches, and more importantly, just feeling GOOD and light on my feet. And then...

Izzy blew up. Not literally, but she was entered a really bad stretch of stomach problems. She's had lots of ups and downs since she was born, and at 4.5 months old...it just got ugly. She was screaming for hours on end, and was struggling and straining to pass gas and poop. She wasn't napping or sleeping well at night. She was struggling to eat and would often scream through meals, and twice she just stopped eating altogether. We ended up in the ER after a particularly bad day (she had refused to eat for almost 18 hours). After lots of testing, we know at this point that her anatomy is normal, so its likely an allergy of some sort.

Through all of this, I had to stop nursing and put her on a hypoallergenic formula. I basically took her to the doctor, and left knowing that I couldn't nurse her anymore. It was devastating. SO ANYWAY.

This totally killed my working out for a good 5 weeks. I was doing it during naps or at night after they went to bad. So, if Izzy doesn't sleep, I don't work out! And on top of that, I spent a good amount of time drowning my sorrows in all the dairy that I couldn't eat while nursing. So I'm a fatty fatty fat fat now.

Good news, Izzy's doing somewhat better. She's sleeping better, is having some good happy time during the day, and isn't straining or struggling so much. We have an appt with the gastroenterologist in two weeks, so hopefully we will get some answers on how to keep these episodes away.

On another note, Emma is awesome. She's just really hilarious, and its been fun to see the way her brain works, and how creative and imaginative she is. She's also been a trooper as we are working out Izzy's issues. Its amazing how patient and compassionate a 2 year old can be!

Also. Bird and I are running a Warrior Dash in about a month. It should be cool.

I think that's all I've been doing lately.

Where's Izzy?

Izzy is a slobber monkey. So, we change her sheets a lot. And I didn't keep up with her laundry this week, so I used a sheet from Emma's set, which has little safari animals on it. And then I put Izzy in her Minnie Mouse pj's tonight, and... well... this is what she looks like on the video monitor. I had a mild heartattack at first, because I glanced at the monitor and could not find her. NOTE TO SELF: DON'T BORROW EMMA'S SHEETS AGAIN.

Also, for your viewing pleasure, or also, too, why my life is awesome...

(I don't know why Mike took this picture, but I find it really, REALLY funny)

Nana reading to Emma (instead of watching the Superbowl. That's love.)

You're never too young for horsey rides

She really wants to eat that elephants face

Some days, Emma just feels like regressing

my girls are just cute

She knows she's cute

And the proof is written all over her face!

Going Public

I recently stepped on a scale. It read 180. I am 5'9 1/2. I weighed 135 when I got married. That was just over 5 years ago. I started P90X this week, and am planning to train for a warrior dash, some 5k's, a half marathon, and perhaps another full marathon. I just wanted to make this all public, so now I'm accountable.

I know I'm not super fat or anything, but I just don't feel healthy. I don't need to be 135 again, but a loss of 25 lbs would make me at least feel healthy again. It's about time I did something about it.

That is all.

The Many Faces of Haley

I have a "woe is me" post in the making. Until then, please enjoy these pics from a Christmas time photo shoot with my hawt niece. I give you, HALEY JAYNE!

Princess Fiona

Shrek

Starlet Mr. Krabs

Plain Old Mr. Krabs

Kanye

Bono

As Promised...

Coming Soon...

I got a Flip digital video recorder for Christmas, and I have some awesome videos coming soon... Once I figure out how to get them on here. For now, please enjoy the following anecdote!

Background: I signed up for a membership at the Planet Fitness near our new house, a couple months after we moved. I was getting kind of big (with Izzy) at the time, and didn't end up working out very much before I had the baby. So, once I got cleared to start exercising again and went back to Planet Fitness, no one really knew who I was. I think it was assumed by the staff and regulars that I was another New Years Fitness Junkie who had resolved to break with her slothful lifestyle and finally get on that treadmill!

Sooo...I jumped on a treadmill, and started pounding away. A few minutes later one of the staff trainers (a young male) approached me as I was running, and we had the following conversation:

Staff Trainer: Ma'am (ew gross, he actually called me MA'AM and I officially feel old, even though I'm really not) are you having chest pain?

Me: Actually... yeah kinda...

ST: Ok, you need to slow it down, and get off the treadmill immediately. I'm going to get you some water, but you need to stop, and sit down. Ok?

Me: (Confused look???)

ST: Ma'am, please, stop running (and he comes behind my treadmill at this point and tries to push the deceleration button for me)

Me: (finally understanding our miscommunication) OH! NO! Not CHEST pain, but chest pain. I'm not having CHEST pain, really I'm not!

ST: (looking confused now)

Me: No no, see, my chest, I thought you were talking about my chest.

ST: Yes, are you having chest pain?

Me: Not CHEST pain, chest pain...I just had a baby...

ST: (looking more confused... not getting it...)

Me: I'm breastfeeding...

ST: OH! OH! CHEST PAIN! (LOOK OF HORROR)

Me: Yeah... sorry... I... preoccupied... baby brain...

ST: No problem ma'am (awkward exit stage left)

Me: (aaaaaaand I'm getting off the treadmill anyway to go home and hide my shame and embarrassment in a gallon of ice cream, except I still can't eat ice cream because Izzy can't stop farting (yeah, I said it, mom) so I'll bury my face in rice cakes instead)




SO. THE QUESTION IS: How did he come to think I was having CHEST pain in the first place? I figured it out the next time I went to the gym, and realized that while I was running, I unconsciously was holding my boobs down with one arm while I was running, which I'm sure looked like I was clutching at my chest in CHEST PAIN! ACK!