I am trying to lose weight. I am always trying to lose weight. I have one of those bodies that burns very efficiently, and as a result I don't need much food to stay pleasantly plump. It gets worse as time goes on.
Whenever I am on holidays, even if it is only for a few days, and even if it involves Easter with all its goodies, I seem to lose weight. I am much more aware of what I put in my body, and despite not exercising ('cause I am not exercising on holidays, you know), I come home a few pounds lighter. I think that the feeling of being spoiled, and free of worries, is very important.
Which is why I have decided to adopt a pseudo-spa attitude at home. I have my water with mint leaves or with lemon juice squeezed in. I have my moment of stretching on the grass during the day, or of floating in the pool after my swim. I take Emma to the babysitter one hour prior to work, and use that hour to myself, mostly for exercise, but I am thinking that I will take a bit of time to just read a book, something mindless, while laying on the grass and smelling the ants. Or something like that.
This kind of thinking is what makes me lose weight. The basic premise is that I am fabulous, and because I am so fabulous I am not going to endanger my fabulous silouhette with sugar or carbs or eating too much. I strive for a flat (i.e. mostly empty) stomach that will match my great relaxed attitude and go very well with a floaty summery dress. And with this attitude usually comes great cooking as well, because I try to make everything taste special, not to mention that being so hungry all the time all I want to do is read recipes...hehehe.
I am currently weighing myself often, and am at 162 lb (my height is 5ft9in)-metric 1.75cm/72kg. I would love to go down to 148 lb, which was my weight for a long time in university, and even afterwards, before having children. But most importantly, I would like to feel like I am skinny-fit. And that is a feeling only loosely related to the weight.
We have a long weekend coming up, I want to see how I do about the fabulous skinny fit me emerging from the cocoon.
That, and I have to start weaning Emma. Always on the to-do list.
Thursday, May 16, 2013
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
toddler days
Before I had a child, and before I even thought of having children, I thought I was going to be one of those people who spanks their children when they are unruly or "spoiled". I thought that a quick swat on the bum seemed like an effective way to stop a tantrum and restore order and obedience in the household. HA.
As soon as I had Emma, not only I felt that the whole concept was absurd, but I also realized that the swat-on-the-bum-as-peace-solution was a figment of someone's imagination. Someone without children. You try to do that to a 2 year old in tantrum mode. In particular to a sensitive one, who will think that the world as she knows it has turned on its head, and will be desperate and scared and as a result cry even harder. It does not work!
We have at least two daily episodes of meltdown, some days worse than others. Yesterday we were riding my bike (I have a pink bike seat for her on the steering axel) and we went to the food shop to buy salad. (God forbid that I run out of salad, who knows what my internal rabbits will feed on). I got into the store and put her in a cart that looks like a car, I mean with a steering wheel and everything. It is quite cute actually. We went around the shop a few times for her amusement, and she ate one of the bananas that I had not paid for yet...ahem...then she wanted back in. I put her back in. Then out again. Then back in. It was such a fun game. What made it even better was trying to pay for the salad at the same time and explaining about the extra banana, i.e. improvising the banana's weight with another similar banana.
In the end, when it was time to leave, she did not want to go. She screamed and kicked and I had to lift her up, then she hit her fingers onto the door trying to run back in, then some random old lady asked me if I needed help, then some other random passers-by started wondering if they should involve the Ministry of Children and Families, etc. You know, the usual. (You know what I mean if you have a 2 year old).
I have a lot of patience, but sometimes she wears me out. I don't know if my waiting it out strategy is the best way to deal with her meltdowns. I try to ignore them as much as I can, and to give her love and acceptance and hugs when she calms down. I try to ask her persistently to put back objects, stop throwing sand, not draw on the walls, etc, many times, until she stops. I try to wear her out. I am playing the "my patience is older than your patience" game. Is that what I am supposed to do? Who knows. Please recommend books. I need to learn. I need a guru.
As soon as I had Emma, not only I felt that the whole concept was absurd, but I also realized that the swat-on-the-bum-as-peace-solution was a figment of someone's imagination. Someone without children. You try to do that to a 2 year old in tantrum mode. In particular to a sensitive one, who will think that the world as she knows it has turned on its head, and will be desperate and scared and as a result cry even harder. It does not work!
We have at least two daily episodes of meltdown, some days worse than others. Yesterday we were riding my bike (I have a pink bike seat for her on the steering axel) and we went to the food shop to buy salad. (God forbid that I run out of salad, who knows what my internal rabbits will feed on). I got into the store and put her in a cart that looks like a car, I mean with a steering wheel and everything. It is quite cute actually. We went around the shop a few times for her amusement, and she ate one of the bananas that I had not paid for yet...ahem...then she wanted back in. I put her back in. Then out again. Then back in. It was such a fun game. What made it even better was trying to pay for the salad at the same time and explaining about the extra banana, i.e. improvising the banana's weight with another similar banana.
In the end, when it was time to leave, she did not want to go. She screamed and kicked and I had to lift her up, then she hit her fingers onto the door trying to run back in, then some random old lady asked me if I needed help, then some other random passers-by started wondering if they should involve the Ministry of Children and Families, etc. You know, the usual. (You know what I mean if you have a 2 year old).
I have a lot of patience, but sometimes she wears me out. I don't know if my waiting it out strategy is the best way to deal with her meltdowns. I try to ignore them as much as I can, and to give her love and acceptance and hugs when she calms down. I try to ask her persistently to put back objects, stop throwing sand, not draw on the walls, etc, many times, until she stops. I try to wear her out. I am playing the "my patience is older than your patience" game. Is that what I am supposed to do? Who knows. Please recommend books. I need to learn. I need a guru.
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