Monday seems to be my default Blogging Day now. Makes sense, as that's when I seem to have most of my free time. I get the kids off to school, do the grocery shopping, a bit of cleaning (let's be honest; as little as I can get away with), and then I chill for a while. The rest of the week somehow gets taken up with Stuff To Do, although, if you were to ask me on Friday what I'd done for the past 5 days, I wouldn't be able to tell you.
Such is the life of a mom, I suppose. Even when the kids are in school.
A few days ago I realized that my obsessive worry about my WW weigh-ins was creeping back in. I'd put on .8 lbs last week. (POINT. EIGHT!) Mainly because I was bloated out to here (indicates circumference roughly the size of Jupiter) for much of the week. Apparently, PMS now starts 2 1/2 weeks before Aunt Flow actually shows up. Yeah. THANKS, hormones!
I'd also been exercising a little too much. But, to be fair to myself, part of it was to get rid of the bloating and cramping. Exercise helps A LOT, and there was a point where it was getting painful. So I'd go for a walk or hop on the bike or yoga mat in the hopes of getting rid of some of that.
So the bloat is a bit better (say that 10 times fast!), and now my face looks (to continue the cosmic theme) like the Belt of Orion. Just in time to go to the opening of Hubby's show tonight. Yay!
(And by "Yay" I mean, of course, "*&^%@#$*+%$#@!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!")
Tomorrow night is LG's Back to School Night. And, from what I hear, they have hired a full-time teacher for his class, who will arrive in 2 weeks' time, once the background check has cleared. I think being in a regular classroom in the actual school building (as opposed to the trailer where they were situated the past 2 years) has made a huge difference for him. He's calmer, and, according to his teachers, participating very actively. And he is able to finally show the depth of his intelligence!
:) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)
WG is doing well, too. There are 2 new students in her class, and they're both quite noisy. Given her sensitivity to sound, it's been a little difficult for her. But she is finding her way, and the staff know when she needs to either go outside, have her noise cancelling headphones put on, or listen to music.
I'm so stinkin' proud of both of them!!!!!!!!! They're such smart, amazing, wonderful kids!!!!!!!!! How'd we get so lucky?
Since my sister-in-law et. al. moved out, the pup has been a bit more clingy than usual. Which is completely understandable. He needs reassurance that he's not going anywhere, and I'm more than happy to give it. When a 75-pound pit bull needs cuddles, well, he doesn't have to ask me twice!
As I mentioned, Hubby's show opens tonight for a 4-week run. Which means things will be a bit calmer: He performs 4 nights a week, and can come home beforehand (after work). Plus, he'll have most of the weekend free, other than Saturday night. We'll actually get to see his face now and then, lol!
As for me, well, the job search, such as it is, continues on apace. And the writing, well, that does, as well. As much as is possible. I figure if I just vomit all the ideas that are racing around in my head onto paper, something will eventually come of it.
Right?
Aaaaaaand...I may just submit myself for a directing gig at a community theater in Marin. I LOVE community theaters! Just have to think of a play...
Of course, it wouldn't be a post o'mine if I neglected to mention "Doctor Who" or "Sherlock" or both.
Looks like season 4 of "Sherlock" won't be happening for a while, due to the fact that both leads are ridiculously busy, popular, and important (good for them!). Although, apparently, we WILL be getting a Christmas special next year, by all accounts.
Peter Capaldi continues to amaze and inspire as The Doctor. And Jenna Coleman is being just fantastic. The entire cast is terrific, recurring and guest, and some of the characters have been SO wonderful, I hope we see them again.
This show, and PC in particular, has rekindled my love of acting and my creativity. It makes me excited to get myself back out there.
Which reminds me of the dream I had the night before last, in which I was pregnant. And panicking. Because I don't want another child at this stage of my life. "However, I don't think the dream was literal. I think it had more to do with the above-mentioned creativity: I've waded back into those waters, and it's time to take the plunge. To birth a new project, if you will.
I just need to find the right midwife. ;)
OK. I'm off. Kids are getting out of school soon and I should...bathe, or something.
Talk again soon!
Monday, September 22, 2014
Monday, September 8, 2014
And Away We GO! (Plus, Boob Confessions)
The kids are back in school. This is their first FULL week. A few changes this year: LG is in a new classroom, with a new teacher who has yet to be hired, apparently. So they have subs. Luckily, some of the TAs are still there, so there are a couple of familiar faces. A number of his classmates, however, have moved on to high school, so he has some new friends.
WG has a new bus driver. Which she seems fine with, it's her dad and I who are having trouble adjusting. We have to trust these guys to take her safely to and from school every day (3 hours round-trip), and also to take care of her, PERIOD. She is the first one picked up and the last one dropped off, and she is non-verbal. I know the company and, especially, the school are VERY careful and thorough about who they hire, but it's still worrying...
And, in a pretty big development, my sister-in-law and her family are moving out! Which means we get their rooms, lol! It's actually pretty exciting, because LG will have his own room again, and we'll all have more privacy. My in-laws will be moving back upstairs (where we currently reside), so there will once again be a spare bedroom, and we won't have to worry about WG waking them up in the middle of the night is she's up and playing, as often happens. My mother-in-law will still be taking care of our niece, so well see everyone every day. It'll just be a bit quieter at night. :)
And the pup is staying here. Hooray!!!!!!!!
We've just seen episode 3 of "Doctor Who." So far I am LOVING it! I know there are many who aren't. Some don't like the writing, some don't like the acting. I must say, I take it VERY personally, lol! Not sure why. Maybe it's because of all the crap I took for being a fan when I was a kid. It still stings.
As far as my weight loss, I'm down 15.5 pounds. Another weight-in tomorrow. I may be hitting my first plateau. But then, seeing as I'm about 6 pounds away from my goal weight, that's not too surprising. My "goal weight" being on the higher end of where I'd actually like it, just to give me some wiggle room. At this point in life, I'm not sure what I can easily maintain. Don't want it to be too high OR too low.
I'm gonna be honest: The main sticking point with me right now isn't my post-child bearing belly or my droopy butt. It's my girls. The twins, the boulders, the mammaries, the boobs. The Breasts. They still feel HUGE! I know they're in pretty good proportion to the rest of me, but I'd like them to be smaller. I'm currently a 38D. I'd like to at least shrink them back to a C, which is where they've been most of my adult life.
I put on a long-sleeved, fitted shirt this morning and my first thought was "Jeez Louise, they're MASSIVE!"
I admit I've been self-conscious about them ever since they made their very sudden, very LOUD appearance when I was 14. I was flat as a board and then BOOM! Out they came! And they weren't subtle about it, either!
I've never been one to go around flashing them. I don't particularly like low-cut tops, and have done my best to keep my breasts contained for the past 31 years. Partly because of the unwanted attention I got (which, at 14, 15, 16, is REALLY hard to deal with!) and partly because I prefer it when people look me in the eye when we're talking.
But it can be difficult. When I work out, or go to yoga, I don't want to wear a bulky t-shirt. I find them uncomfortable and I sweat even more than usual (which is quite a bit). Plus, try doing an inversion in a loose-fitting top! But so many of the tops made specifically for working out can show a bit too much if you're, um, well-endowed. So I end up putting on layers and, yes, sweating A LOT. (You ever try doing hot yoga in layers? NOT FUN!)
I've had to explain this to fellow instructors when they complain about certain clients revealing their "assets." Most of them, to their credit, admit that they'd never thought of it that way. Because they just haven't had the experience. Lucky ducks.
And, of course, there is the simple fact that they, like everything else on my body, are heading south.
I realize this is a first-world problem, and it's probably not nearly as bad as I imagine it to be.
A few years ago, my mom had breast cancer, and I feel very lucky that she survived, is cancer-free, and that, so far, I appear to be the same. I also try to remember that they fed both of my kids.
Basically, it's really just another thing for me to obsess over.
Because I don't have enough, right?
I hope this wasn't triggering. It's just me being silly and avoiding the important stuff I need to focus on.
Speaking of which, I'd better get back to it.
Have a good one!
WG has a new bus driver. Which she seems fine with, it's her dad and I who are having trouble adjusting. We have to trust these guys to take her safely to and from school every day (3 hours round-trip), and also to take care of her, PERIOD. She is the first one picked up and the last one dropped off, and she is non-verbal. I know the company and, especially, the school are VERY careful and thorough about who they hire, but it's still worrying...
And, in a pretty big development, my sister-in-law and her family are moving out! Which means we get their rooms, lol! It's actually pretty exciting, because LG will have his own room again, and we'll all have more privacy. My in-laws will be moving back upstairs (where we currently reside), so there will once again be a spare bedroom, and we won't have to worry about WG waking them up in the middle of the night is she's up and playing, as often happens. My mother-in-law will still be taking care of our niece, so well see everyone every day. It'll just be a bit quieter at night. :)
And the pup is staying here. Hooray!!!!!!!!
We've just seen episode 3 of "Doctor Who." So far I am LOVING it! I know there are many who aren't. Some don't like the writing, some don't like the acting. I must say, I take it VERY personally, lol! Not sure why. Maybe it's because of all the crap I took for being a fan when I was a kid. It still stings.
As far as my weight loss, I'm down 15.5 pounds. Another weight-in tomorrow. I may be hitting my first plateau. But then, seeing as I'm about 6 pounds away from my goal weight, that's not too surprising. My "goal weight" being on the higher end of where I'd actually like it, just to give me some wiggle room. At this point in life, I'm not sure what I can easily maintain. Don't want it to be too high OR too low.
I'm gonna be honest: The main sticking point with me right now isn't my post-child bearing belly or my droopy butt. It's my girls. The twins, the boulders, the mammaries, the boobs. The Breasts. They still feel HUGE! I know they're in pretty good proportion to the rest of me, but I'd like them to be smaller. I'm currently a 38D. I'd like to at least shrink them back to a C, which is where they've been most of my adult life.
I put on a long-sleeved, fitted shirt this morning and my first thought was "Jeez Louise, they're MASSIVE!"
I admit I've been self-conscious about them ever since they made their very sudden, very LOUD appearance when I was 14. I was flat as a board and then BOOM! Out they came! And they weren't subtle about it, either!
I've never been one to go around flashing them. I don't particularly like low-cut tops, and have done my best to keep my breasts contained for the past 31 years. Partly because of the unwanted attention I got (which, at 14, 15, 16, is REALLY hard to deal with!) and partly because I prefer it when people look me in the eye when we're talking.
But it can be difficult. When I work out, or go to yoga, I don't want to wear a bulky t-shirt. I find them uncomfortable and I sweat even more than usual (which is quite a bit). Plus, try doing an inversion in a loose-fitting top! But so many of the tops made specifically for working out can show a bit too much if you're, um, well-endowed. So I end up putting on layers and, yes, sweating A LOT. (You ever try doing hot yoga in layers? NOT FUN!)
I've had to explain this to fellow instructors when they complain about certain clients revealing their "assets." Most of them, to their credit, admit that they'd never thought of it that way. Because they just haven't had the experience. Lucky ducks.
And, of course, there is the simple fact that they, like everything else on my body, are heading south.
I realize this is a first-world problem, and it's probably not nearly as bad as I imagine it to be.
A few years ago, my mom had breast cancer, and I feel very lucky that she survived, is cancer-free, and that, so far, I appear to be the same. I also try to remember that they fed both of my kids.
Basically, it's really just another thing for me to obsess over.
Because I don't have enough, right?
I hope this wasn't triggering. It's just me being silly and avoiding the important stuff I need to focus on.
Speaking of which, I'd better get back to it.
Have a good one!
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