Monthly Archives: January 2012

My House! This is for you, Kristy!

So…I took a ton of pictures of my house this morning. We’ve been here since October and we’ve had several requests for pictures, so I finally bit the bullet and did it. And of course, I added an instagram filter to all of the pictures in order to make the house look super cool. Okay, here we go.

The view from the front door:

Our livingroom

Livingroom/fireplace/baby toys!

Dining room


Guest bedroom

Benji’s library (and this photo doesn’t even contain all of the bookcases), which is also
in the guest bedroom because it’s HUGE!

Our bedroom…where all the magic happens ūüėČ

Our closets, which are normally open, with clothing spilling out everywhere (I cleaned up for this photo!)

Harper’s room, which I didn’t bother cleaning.
If you have a toddler, you feel me.

Harp’s closet

The main hallway

And that’s pretty much it folks! I did just realize that I forgot to photograph the bathrooms, but who wants to see bathrooms anyways? We have two. One has light blue walls with white everything else and the other has dark red walls with dark wood everything else…it has an oriental feel to it. They are both really pretty!

We also have a giant basement, but I am NEVER showing you what it looks like because that’s where we hide all of our junk ūüôā

I hope you enjoyed this, Kris!




Toddler Meals

Harper is slowly becoming somewhat of a challenge to feed. And it’s driving me insane. Up until a few weeks ago, he was known as my garbage disposal because he would eat ANYTHING I put in front of him.

While he has always enjoyed both fruits and vegetables, he has¬†preferred¬†vegetables to fruits ever since he started solids. I could put a head of¬†broccoli¬†in front of him and he’d chow down on it.¬†¬†I loved it! I never thought he’d become a picky eater.

Now he’s exactly the opposite – he LOVES fruit. And vegetables? Well…sometimes he’ll eat them, but they mostly end up on the floor. I’m having to be sneaky about the healthy stuff these days. Like today…I made him this for lunch:

A turkey sandwich with cheese, avocado and tomato on it.
Might I add that it looks absolutely delicious?!

I put cheese all over the place and melted it because Harp loves cheese and I figured if the good things were stuck in between the cheese, he wouldn’t notice. Either that, or he wouldn’t feel like sitting and picking through it in order to remove the “yucky” things. Hahaha! Oh buddy, was I fooling myself!

This was the end result:


It’s frustrating to put so much time, effort and money into getting your kid to eat their veggies only for them to be thrown to the side! So…I need some tips/advice from you seasoned mothers out there! Is there anything I can do differently? Or should I just not press the issue in hopes that it’s just a phase?

An unexpected kick in the butt…

When I started Weight Watchers, I told myself that I’d be doing it for life. I need a food budget and I don’t think I’ll ever be the person that can stay in shape without counting calories/points. I just overspend when I don’t pay attention to it.

Even though I knew I’d need to be on Weight Watchers for life, I also knew I wouldn’t continue doing it during a pregnancy – I have very bad food aversions when I’m pregnant so I end up eating whatever I can stomach. This makes¬†counting¬†points very difficult.

When I started Weight Watcher’s, I knew I wanted more children in the future and I often wondered what would happen after a pregnancy. How would I handle eating whatever I wanted for nine months and then returning to the counting points lifestyle? I’m not very good at restarting “diets” so I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to hop back on the Weight Watchers train after having a baby.

Well, I got the answer to my question sooner than I anticipated. As you know, Benji and I found out that we were pregnant in November – we hadn’t been trying – and then we lost the baby in December. While I didn’t have a full nine months off of Weight Watchers, I did have nearly two months off – long enough for some of my old habits to return.

I knew it would be hard to start back up, so in order to help with getting back on the train, I set a date for starting back. I knew if I didn’t set something, I’d keep putting it off. For the whole week before I was supposed to start, I was terrified of trying and then failing. I was afraid I wouldn’t have the same willpower as last time, since it would no longer be new and exciting.

January 9th (a Monday) arrived, and I did great. For a few days. My birthday was on that Friday and there was no shortage of sweets this year. Brownies, cake, cupcakes and more cake! I decided to take the weekend off of Weight Watchers to eat my heart out –¬†you only live once, right?!

I mean hello…look at all this deliciousness!!!

When the following Monday rolled around, I was determined to make my first “real” day back a good one. And then I got a text from one of my amazing girlfriends up here telling me not to eat breakfast because the prayer meeting we were having that morning was actually a surprise brunch for my birthday. Umm…CRAP! I was tempted to take yet another day off of Weight Watchers in order to go crazy at brunch, but I knew if I did that, chances were, I’d never get back on board.

Fortunately, I didn’t really have much of a choice in the matter because my friends made all (well…mostly all) healthy foods – they knew I was trying to watch what I eat. Awesome! There was lots of yummy fruit and a spinach and goat cheese quiche (OMG!!!) and then…cake. Thanks to those gals, I didn’t have a horrible first “real” day back after all ūüôā

Even though I did okay the first day, I was still afraid of failure on the next. I didn’t feel strong enough to turn down certain foods. That’s when I got an unexpected (and much needed) kick in the butt! I was going through one of my FB photo albums from April and I found a full body picture of myself from before I started Weight Watchers.¬†Side-note: I was so unhappy with my body before starting Weight Watchers that I didn’t take any before pictures of it. I only took before pictures of my face.

Well needless to say, this picture knocked my socks off. I didn’t realize how much progress I had made until I saw this:

Holy mother. Wowzers.

Ha…I’d say it’s been pretty smooth sailing since I saw that picture because I NEVER want to go back there again. Not¬†necessarily¬†because of the way I looked either…it’s¬†because¬†of how I felt. I felt uncomfortable in my own skin, all day, every day!

So yeah…it’s on like Donkey Kong! So far I’ve lost a little over four pounds. I’m doing it…again! Yippee!!

Getting back up :)

Last week I decided that today would be the day I would start Weight Watchers again. I was going to start last Monday, but later decided I just wasn’t ready yet. I needed some time to do some emotional eating. Lots of chocolate (and peanut butter pie) was had. I had my last bite of ice cream last night and got Benji to take the Oreos out of the house this morning. I am ready now.

Before getting pregnant, I was very public about my weight loss journey. I want to continue along that path. I feel that writing about my progress here keeps me accountable. So in the spirit of that, I am once again telling my weight: I am currently 226.

I started out on July 12, 2011 at 265 pounds. My goal was to eventually reach 200 pounds, but then Benji and I unexpectedly got pregnant. I have since gained two pounds, which might have seriously just come from all of my emotional eating last week.

I’m excited and ready to get back on track. I’m also proud of myself because I’m not letting everything that’s happened get the best of me. I’m not going to act defeated because well…I’m not. I have victory through Christ and I’m going to get back up and kick life’s arse. Here goes nothing.

A post I had hoped to never write…

Benji and I lost our baby. I really don’t even know what to say about it. I didn’t want to put it on Facebook and I didn’t want to write about it here, but I felt like I had to. I posted on Facebook because everyone knew we were expecting and someone would’ve eventually asked “how are you feeling?” or “how’s the pregnancy going?” And I would’ve had to personally tell them about our loss and I’m not a fan of awkward situations. I’m posting here because I blogged about my cat dying. I know. It’s kind of silly. I just think something would be off if I wrote about Mumbles passing and didn’t write about our baby.

So here I am. Feeling incredibly vulnerable and wishing we would’ve never told a soul that we were pregnant because then I wouldn’t be dealing with this. Part of me IS glad that some people know – I’m thankful for close friends and family who are holding us up through all of this – I just wish the whole world didn’t know. But they do. Can’t change that now.

I’m not ready to revisit the day everything happened yet, so I’m just going to post a picture of a journal entry I made on 03/08/2011. This feels really risky for me. I actually asked Benji whether or not he thought I should share it because I didn’t want people to think I’m nuts. He said I should share it and just not care what others think…so I am.

First, a little back-story. God uses the number 222 to communicate with me (see…I told you I’d sound crazy). I always see it right before a big change is coming to us. I saw it the day before the miscarriage and ALL day long on the day it actually happened. I can’t really explain it and don’t know why God uses this number, but he does.

And the next explanation: the “request” I’m referring to in this entry is one that I made when I was 14. My step-sister passed away very suddenly in a car wreck and I prayed to God that he would never take someone away from me without letting me know first (so I could say goodbye).

Now that all of that is out of the way, here is the entry:

So there you have it. My journal is always there for me when I have weird things to write down that can’t be shared with anyone else ūüôā

I know it’s strange, but I am so comforted by these two pages. God knew in advance and in a way…so did I. I was feeling a bit forgotten by him at first, but this reminded me that he is in this. He is right here in the trenches with us and always has been. I don’t understand why this happened – not even in the slightest – but I know he is holding us and for now, that’s enough.