Day 6

I have lost 8 pounds. I struggled through going to the fair and smelling all those wonderfully bad for you but oh so delicious foods, a BBQ and a wicked craving for the best pizza I have ever had. But here I am almost a week in and I have actually seen some progress. Challenging in so many ways but the end result will be every bit worth it.

The diet itself is really not so bad and once you really get into it and your body adjusts from the lack of carbs and sugar you feel SO much better. I have energy, my stomach no longer hurts constantly, and my skin even looks better.

I have to say I miss my summer fruit and corn on the cob and my carbs, but I will not miss all the weight I want to lose. So here is to being a hot mom not a moo.

Confessions

Hello,

I am Kris. I am 25 years old and I have liver disease. I am about 50+ lbs overweight, I have one biological son and one step son and I want to live long enough to see them both grow old, get married and have children.

I need to make changes now in order to live long enough to see this happen.

I have no one else to blame but myself and my lack of will power against my sweet tooth. I lack the tools necessary to know what is healthy because I grew up on Schwann frozen food and convenience meals.

This is the start of a new chapter and I am on the road to recovery.

Thanks for listening.

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So tonight I am attending my first seminar on the ideal protein diet and I am hoping to get started so I can be on my way to a better, healthier me. My weight loss goal is 70 lbs total.

Things I want to come from this:
I want to wear a sexy Halloween costume this fall for the very first time.
I want to wear a pair of shorts for the first time.
I want to wear a tank top in public and look good in it.
I want to wear a summer dress.
I don't want to have to hide behind long sleeves and sweaters and pants any more.
I want to wear skinny jeans and BE skinny.
I want to cure my liver disease.
I want to get my blood sugar levels back to a normal range.
I want to live a long and healthy life for my kids.

So here is to a new start!!!

I am back!

Well I have been gone a month. I went on vacation for three weeks to visit my parents and my family back on the west coast. There are TONS of pictures I am sifting through still so more on that to come later.

We spent five days in a car riding back and then Dorian and I flew back at the end.

Now that I am home, my hope is to get back into blogging. We shall see if I can make it happen.


So for a little update:

Dorian  had his first taste of blueberries...he resembles the joker in this picture no? 

 

 A little break playing in the yard 

A little outing in Boston

Every year we go on a vacation for our anniversary and this year we opted to go to Boston. We spent three wonderful days there and got to see a little history, a little culture and have a little relaxation.

Our first day there we went to the aquarium. Dorian loved looking into the tanks and watching the fish swim around. Since the Bruins had just won the Stanley cup the other night everyone was showing their support. As you can see the scuba diver in the fish tank had his Bruins Jersey on. 

We went to Faneuil  hall and Quincy market after the aquarium. We were lucky to see this man who made an amazing living statue. Something I had never seen before. Both Jay and I were very fascinated with how lifelike he looked.

 The next day we walked around Boston Commons and happened upon the Old Granary Burial Ground where Paul Revere was buried. There were so many cool headstones.

We drove through Cambridge and got to see Harvard University. 

And on our last day we enjoyed a relaxing morning before heading back home.

As you can see my darling child is practicing to be a plumber. But I would much rather look at his cute little tooshie than some big old fat dude with his hairy dingle-berry infested crack hanging out.

Letting go.

Let's talk about pets. Before there are babies there are your other "kids." The kind with fur and sad little eyes that make you cave to their every little stare. The ones that pee in your shoes after chewing them to bits. Of course you can't forget this furry little creature that manages to get into the garbage can you paid lots of money for because it promised to keep the dog out and yet there you are standing in a room filled with chewed up bits of food and rubbish and you swear that is the last straw. Of course the very next day they rub their ass from one end of your carpet to the other all the while staring at you as if you are impeding on their space and that there is your last straw (True story). Of course they drive you up the wall but you love them nonetheless and you swear you will never get rid of them because pets are for life.

Well, enter the real kiddos. The kind with ten fingers and wiggly toes and are a little bit of your good looks and your husband's witty charm. All of a sudden you find you have no time for your furbabies any more because your real baby is sucking the life right out of you. If you go down the list of important people to take care of you find yourself squeezing in a nap because by golly the kid actually fell asleep all the while your dog stands at his dish wondering where the hell his food is. Well then you realize it is time for adult decisions when your dog is actually standing in his dish trying to suck up whatever crumbs he can find inside his dish.

I did have two dogs prior to Dorian entering the world. A silky yorkshire terrier named Oskar and a schnauzer/american eskimo mix (schnauzimo) named Ace. I loved Ace, he was snuggly, loving and reminded me of a precious moments doll with those big sparkly eyes. Despite that he was a handful. That dog was so wound up all of the time I swear a jar of ritalin wouldn't even calm him down. It was easy to deal with it when I had nothing else eating up my time, but once I got pregnant it was getting harder and harder to give him what he needed. By the time Dorian actually arrived I knew that I had to send him off to a better home. It was a very difficult decision and I shed many a tear over saying goodbye.

Fast forward to today and although I miss him I am content in knowing that he is in a better home with people who have the ability to actually take care of him. It is much more selfish to keep an animal you can't properly take care of.

So here is to me being a grown up and here is to Ace having a new home. 

A little catching up to do.

In the world of babies so much happens so quickly that there is hardly time to actually keep up. So here is to playing catch up.

My gummy bear now has two teeth.

He rolls and rolls and rolls all over the place.

He is trying as hard as he can to crawl but is definitely doing the backward scoot.

He sounds like a screeching pterodactyl, he especially loves to do this at restaurants.

He has now eaten oatmeal, bananas, mango, peach, peas, green beans, broccoli, avocado, pears, apples, prunes, watermelon, sweet potato, and butternut squash. Next up are blueberries, strawberries, zucchini, asparagus and kiwi.

Milestones and memories

Has it really been 6 months already since I gave birth to the most amazing little creature I have ever laid my eyes upon? Apparently it has and my little gummy bear is not so little any more. He weighs 20 lbs 13 oz and is 27-1/2 inches long. Oh and he has a tooth. A very tiny sharp tooth beginning its journey out of the gums. I felt it the other day and immediately I got a little weepy. Crying and overly proud excitement makes for a wonderful mom moment and lots of "are you nuts?" looks from my husband. He doesn't quite get the need for exuberance over a tooth, but regardless I am a pretty proud momma.

Today also marks two years since I married my best friend and the love of my life. The person who has been by my side for the last 7-1/2 years. Here is to hoping we have many many more happy years ahead of us.