Monday, March 15, 2010

Daylight Savings rant, and a confession...

Does anyone know how annoying it is when a three (almost four) year old says in a somewhat whiney voice, "Can I watch TV Mama? Can I watch TV? Can I watch TeeeVeee? Mama, can I watch TV?" and it goes on for a good 20 minutes even after I have said no about a thousand times?! I am about to scream or break something. I have now resorted to silence, having told him that this conversation is over and I will not be changing my answer.

Whoever thought it would be a good idea to go along with these time changes was completely out of his mind. I KNOW it was not a mother, and very likely not a woman at all who agreed to implement it. Less than 48 hours into this wonderful time change, my boys are already completely messed up. Okay, maybe not completely. Yesterday was ridiculous with the grumpiness and the attitudes, not to mention the boys still being awake at almost 9:30 p.m. Yep. Ridiculous. Today has been all right, I guess, but Micah is a bit off. I can't complain about him though, because he is sleeping like... well, like a baby. He has been down for about three hours now and if I didn't have a monitor with a motion sensor I would be getting worried. By the time he gets up it is going to be time for his afternoon medicine.

Anyway, now that I've gotten that out, it is time for a confession. A while ago...probably about a month ago, I did a post about boot camp. It was about the 12 week program I was starting that was going to whip me into shape. Well, never mind the fact that my workout partner quit after one day...yes, one day, I have now officially fallen off the wagon too. Okay, that statement is not entirely accurate because it makes it sound like I have just now fallen off, when in fact I saw the tail end of the wagon disappear over the horizon about three weeks ago. So, I did a week and a half of workouts and then had a really busy week. I missed three days of workouts in that week, but on Sunday I started up again. I did one or two more days the next week and then had more busyness that made it very difficult to work out. Then I got discouraged, and as the story goes, I stopped altogether. Anyone who has been through this cycle before knows that once you stop it is very difficult to start again. The truth is, I am so exhausted I can hardly stand the idea of doing a workout. Right now, I am trying very hard to eat well and I'm trying not to be too concerned with the workouts, but I really am upset that I quit so soon. This may be hard to believe, but I am not the type to start something like that and quit. Not the exercise part. For some reason, I have been pretty good in the past about committing to the exercise part, but not as good at sticking with healthy eating. I would have been half way done my 12 weeks by now, but now if I do that program I will have to start all over again. I just don't know if I can. It does not feel like I can.

However, the good news is that one of my pairs of jeans fits now. Well, that is I can get them on and they don't make me nearly faint. I can even sit for long periods of time in them which is an improvement over last week. I got lots of exercise this weekend walking around looking at some more horses and also playing my sister's new Wii game called "Just Dance". It's kind of like DDR, but the movements you have to do are mainly arm movements. You are supposed to move your feet too, but it does not score you on that part. It's pretty hilarious.

Anyway, Micah just finally woke up after about three and a half hours, so I better go get him. He'll be very hungry. I hope I will have positive news soon about the workouts. And as I end this post, let me state for the record that Cody is still saying, "Mom, can I watch TV?" and I have been doing this for at least half an hour. My brain feels like it might explode. I'm going to go now.

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