Weight loss

It's about to get real personal up in here. 

So far all I've written about is pretty much milestones my boys have reached or what they have been up to. And I noticed that's all I mention on Facebook as well. All I ever seem to talk about is my kids {which doesn't bode well for my vocabulary skills...you like that word, eh? bode. something i would never say in a normal conversation. definitely need more adult conversations in my life} But I have been working somewhat hard over the last 15 months or so to lose weight. Like really lose it. Not just a 'diet' where I gain the weight right back as soon as I start eating normal food again. 

But first, let me back track a little....

I have always been a little bigger. 

Through middle school I always felt like I was bigger than other girls. I knew I wasn't obese or anything, I was just a little overweight. But when your 13 and going through the most awkward stages ever, being a little overweight definitely made things just a smidgen worse. Every summer I told myself that I was going to lose weight before school starts for real this time! 

During my sophomore year I started to feel more confident. I was on the track team and I had started lifting weights. {And I'm sure getting my braces off and finally figuring out how to do my hair helped too.} But I finally stopped caring so much about what other people thought.
While I was in college I didn't really worry about my weight at all, and the pounds slowly started packing on again. And then I got married and I really didn't worry about it. 

Fast forward a bit...after a year of being done with school and not being able to find a job and being home all day with nothing to do but eat...I gained about 20 pounds. By the time I realized it and started to do something about it I found out I was pregnant (surprise! we were super excited though.) 

Fast forward just a little bit more and I have two kids, 13 months apart. I had gained way more weight than I needed to and was for sure the biggest I had ever been. 

Now- I'm really nervous about doing this, but I'm gonna do it anyway-- I was 225 pounds and a size 20. But Conner was in the hospital and I had an 18 month old at home and I honestly couldn't have cared less. 

A few months later I saw this picture of myself...

Seeing this is when I finally realized that it was time to do something.
  Anything.  

So I decided, now that it's two years later, I want to share a little bit more about my journey to being healthy. I want to share my story. 

And of course I'm not certified in anything, or anything like that, I just want to share what I did (and am still doing...it's still a work in progress)

Catching Up

When I was in high school I was super good at writing in my journal. My senior year I pretty much wrote everyday. I could probably tell you exactly what I did on March 22, 2006. I wish I still had the desire and the interest, and the time, to write things down like I used to.. Now that I have kids, I spend my days doing puzzles, making grilled cheese sandwiches, changing diapers and watching Super Why. When the little diaper fillers finally go to bed all I want to do is sit for 20 minutes uninterrupted. I'm bummed that I don't write in my journal like I used to, and I really want to work on that, but in the mean time I'm gonna try and play catch up on what's been going on lately....

Conner is 2. And huge. 95th percentile for height and weight and his dr. is still hopeful that he'll grow into his head. 

He is such a funny little kid. He has such a fun personality and I'm still amazed at how different he is from Owen. 

He's very social and loves to play with other kids. But he's also super sensitive and cries pretty easily.

He mimics anything and everything. He'll pretty much repeat anything you say. It can be very entertaining. 

He knows most of the letters and can almost count to 5 {waaan...tuuuu...nine...four}

He and Owen kind of have their own little language, I don't know if they can really understand each other but it sounds like they're speaking the same language.

His favorite phrase is "no mine" which is a lot of fun. 

Owen is 3 and still a little behind with his speech. His dr. was worried about autism but after a few tests he said that if he does have it it's very, very mild. What he was "diagnosed" with was isolated speech delay, which his dr. isn't too worried about and said that he will grow out of it. 

He is such a sweet little man (most of the time). I absolutely love watching him play with Conner. He is such a good big brother!

He does have just a little bit of a temper. I think he gets frustrated cause he's trying so hard to talk and I have no idea what he's saying.

He is so smart. He loves doing puzzles and is starting to read. I've been teaching him the alphabet in sign language and he thinks it's the coolest thing ever. 

Other than the boys growing up, there's not really anything too exciting going on. The boys and I got to go to Arizona for Christmas and flying by myself with 2 toddlers is something that I do not want to do again. {And yes, we left Daddy alone for Christmas, he had to work anyway}

It's been a year since we have moved here and time is going by way too fast! It's hard being so far away from family, but Tome absolutely loves his job! I am so grateful that he works so hard and I'm able to stay home with the boys!