“treat day”

My husband and I are busy with 2 boys under 2.5…..so our time together is often at night when the kids are in bed we watch TV….we have our “shows”…these are Masterchef, Amazing Race Canada and a couple others….probably a 1hr show a night. We used to take this time to “treat” ourselves to a junky snack to watch the show. The hubs often would go to Dairy Queen for a Blizzard and I would reach for a salty chip snack and of course a big tall glass of sweet regular Coke. 

Since we’ve decided to embark on a “healthier” lifestyle, we discussed allowing ourselves to have ONE treat a week. What used to be 4 or 5 treats a week would be dwindled down to one. So we decided on Monday night and last night I got a Sundae from McDonald’s at 340 calories. (We are still a no-coke household so those are definitely not allowed on treat night!) 

And it was totally not worth it. I am not a fan of ice cream. But when examining caloric intake, this was less than a bag of chips and since I’m not a lover of ice cream, it’s easy to not want any more. It’s easy to not want a second (or third)…this is not so with salty goodness. 

But after we indulged (while watching Masterchef) – I didn’t feel like I had a “treat”….I felt bad. I felt like I was sabotaging and road to success I was on. We had a great day of eating…started off with a turkey-egg omelette for breakfast, a turkey-avocado tortilla wrap and a chickpea/sweet potato Moroccan stew for supper….with very healthy snacks fit in. I went to the gym, I drank water.

And then I willingly ruined it….afterwards I told him I didn’t want to have these “regular” treat nights. It served no purpose. Maybe when I’m at my goal weight I would do it. But right now – the day after, I think back and think that it is risky, it’s a gateway to falling off the wagon and it’s unnecessary…especially, especially since I don’t even like ice cream that much! 

On a second note, I really need to stop stepping on the scale every day. I’m not tall enough (only 5′) to see differences that fast. I should pick a day and just step on once a week…to allow myself time to actually see a change on the scale and to then feel like I am making progress. 

Sigh. It was never this hard to put on the weight…..

Jumping on the bandwagon

The hubs and I are trying to get healthy. Together. It’s great. Kinda. He really doesn’t have any weight to lose. At about 5’11” and 165 pounds, he is by no means big. He isn’t necessarily in the best shape of his life, but he doesn’t have the battle of the bulge like his beautiful, but often nagging wife does. I justify it by saying I’ve had two kids, but so have thousands of other women who aren’t carrying around an extra tire in the middle.

It’s only been a week. A week where we haven’t eaten out, we haven’t had sweets or junk food and we especially haven’t had our version of crack. What is that you ask? Coke. And not the white powdery stuff. The glorious, carbonated (according to Facebook, toilet cleaning) dark, sugary goodness. We aren’t coffee drinkers, we hardly drink alcohol (much to my chagrin, I’d love to share a bottle of wine with him, but he’s just not a drinker, so, sadly, I tend to not drink as well)…but our vice? Soft drink. Soda. Pop. Whatever you call it. Probably a 2-can a day habit. Which maybe doesn’t sound that bad compared to some, but it’s still a ton of sugar and unneeded calories.

He’s also been running 5km about 5 of the last 7 days and I’ve been hauling my ass to the gym to walk/waddle/attempt to jog on the treadmill and lift weights like I know what I’m doing. (news flash, I don’t!)

Will this new health initiative last? I hope so. I go back to work in September. I don’t want to be carrying this extra 15-20 pounds. I hope to be down at least 10 of them. So far – I’ve lost 3.4. I’m pretty sure most of it is bloat and water weight. But I’ll take it. It’s motivating enough to stop me from going to the dep (convenience store to any non-Quebec folk) to grab a bag of chips and a coke.

And I keep thinking, a healthier mom for my kids – a healthier me to be mentally and physically ready to handle any issues or concerns that might present itself with our son E. We got a call from our local Children’s Hospital and his MRI is scheduled for end of August. He’ll be 9 months old. Sigh. No 9 month old should be getting an MRI…

And really…the fight my son might have to have is peanuts to me needing to lose a few pounds. So I really should shut the fuck up and just do it already.

I’m so Fancy……

That’s my summer anthem…hello Iggy, can we be friends? 

My last post was a bit of a ramble. I haven’t decided where this blogging will go. I used to blog a lot…pre-husband (when I was serial dating my way through Montreal…) and now I’m married, a mom, boring and living in the city where awesomness goes to die. Okay, that isn’t fair. Ottawa is great – for married ladies like me with 2 kids and a stroller to visit farms and museums and shit. 

The bug, or Thing 2, beaner (I can’t even remember what I’ve called him on here) has what we like to call a “genetic condition”….it has many layers and many complications. Primarily tumors. This condition can cause tumors to grow anywhere in the body/brain, bone deformities, learning disabilities (which really are the least of my worries) and the list goes on. 

What I am trying to focus on is that he is a happy baby. A cute, sweet, laughing, smiling baby. T-bird (or Thing 1…again, I need to get these names straight) is the best toddler even when he’s a tantrum-throwing, screaming over the wrong coloured toothbrush kinda kid. 

And my husband, who after returning to school 2 years ago to become a teacher (which is really inspiring, even though a financial pain the ass) and just worked his first year and is home this summer to ride this rollercoaster with me. 

And right now I’m going to focus on my last two months of maternity leave before going back to workhood. And I will try not to dwell on Bug having to see paediatric ophthalmologist and and upcoming MRI at CHEO. 

But most of all, I’m going rock at being fancy (but don’t worry, I won’t twerk..but I may eat a lot of chips)