On the Fitness Weight Watchers Train Again

I've been doing really well working out and sticking to my points the past few months, but I'm starting to realize what a money pit it can be, espcially when you don't actually participate in the meetings. I poay 10.95 to stand on a scale once a week. What a rip off. What a gullible woman.

I actually really used to find value in the meetings, but Niki and I haven't stayed for one in over a month. It's just a waste of time. We don't fit in and we don't talk, because it just gets you into trouble later. So I'm trying to talk her into having our own "weight watchers" meeting at my house on the same day at the same time. She'll come over, we'll weight ourselves and then we'll go pig out, just like normal. I'm thinking I'll make some big pretty chart to put on the wall in the craft room or something. I'll invent some stupid little ceremony just to make us feel like we're meeting our "therapy" requirement that a group weight watchers meeting is supposed to fulfill.

I also can't seem to find the right balance of working out, sleeping and spending time with joe. I suppose that's because he's so busy with work and I've got class and working out...so if I'm not doing something for me I'm doing it for him and vice versa. I feel like I can't win. And he's not asking anything of me. I just love a good self imposed guilt trip. I AM supposed to be perfect of course.



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OOHHHMMMM....I am not annoyed...OOHHHMMMM

Alison is (and I guess always has been) going through a very clingy phase. So clingy that this week I haven't been able to set her down unless she's totally happy with her surroundings and I'm 2" from her. I'm sure the crazy amount of teeth coming into her head have something to do with it, but somehow that doesn't ease the annoyance factor. And to top it off, at night she nurses all night long or squirms and cries. I can't tell if it's gas, or teething or just a new fun little habit. It's been happening all week. ugh

So today she fell asleep in my arms and I tried to lay her in her crib. that didn't work. I tried everything. Taking my sweet little time and ever so slowly lowering her (she senses the drop in elevation and wakes up glaring and screaming until she's nuzzled again), swaddling her and doing the latter (she actually makes it to the mattress but wakes up 2 seconds later), and just leaving the room.

I enjoyed the leaving the room method. Less hassle. Less annoyance. Well, except for the screaming banshee in the bedroom. I was SO ready to cry it out. But it's not like it was her bedtime. It was 3:30 in the afternoon. So I thought I would go online and see if I could find some support or ideas. I went to Dr. Bob Sears website (he's great for being a moderate resource for parenting - you do what works best for you) and clicked on his personal journal about raising his third baby. It had me in stitches and made me feel so much better.

It's nice to know that an intelligent, educated, pediatrician who has raised two kids already still has trouble with a baby. I wasn't nearly as annoyed with her after that, and currently have her strapped to my back (which is not aching) while she sleeps (the little stinker). We apologized to each other by cuddling and getting calm and now she's so forgiving she's resting her head on the back of my own, straining my neck. Aaaaahhhh...the joys of motherhood.

Stupid Stealing BASTARDS!

Yes, I still cuss. I'm a bad bad Mommy!

I started my day by not doing the things that I promised myself I would do (work out, take my vitamins, eat breakfast...etc). So as I was beating myself up I was giving myself therapy to get over it and not blame myself for everything. THEN just when I was feeling better someone decided to screw my day up and break into my car and steal my purse. Of course, my purse was sitting out with a big sign on it that said "TAKE ME TAKE ME!", but I just figured that no one would really be that mean. And what's really funny to me is that someone probably stole it hoping to get a high and there wasn't any money in it. There wasn't even anything of value to anyone in it because I went and cancelled everything right away. Of course that didn't stop me from having a sob fest in front of my mom and her hairstylist as they were shampooing.

And even more frustrating is that I'm pretty sure they probably dumped what they had in some gutter somewhere because it wasn't going to get them anywhere. The only things that meant anything to me where a few notes that Joe had written to me when we first started dating. I actually had thought they were lost once before and got them returned to me, so it wasn't as tragic this time around, but the more I think about it, the more sad it makes me.

Of course there is always a bright side to any story. This one is sunshine bright: Shopping for a new purse. I got this adorable new bag (it's more like a duffle! HA HA!). Niki and I went to REI and got me a bag with Yoga straps and a water bottle holder that actually will hold my nalgene bottle! It's super cute. Then we went to CompUSA and I got a new PDA. I got a tiny one that doesn't do anything, but I"m tired on not being able to keep everyone's addresses. I lose them all of the time. This way I'll always have my calendar and addresses in two places, and hope that somehow a catastrophic thing doesn't happen where I lose them all. Cross your fingers!!

On a baby note - Alison is cutting four million teeth right now. I can't imagine the pain, but I can hear it. and feel it all night long as she kicks me in the back in her sleep. It's been a long night. We're about to go to bed and I'm dreading it. Especially since I still plan on getting up at 5 AM and it's already 11.

OK.....time to go night night and dream about cute bags.