Sunday, June 23, 2013

How to NOT enjoy summer vacation

It started out promising enough. After weeks of beautiful weather, the rain did NOT ruin the school's family picnic and Field Day and even more importantly, the rain did not ruin the chance to go to our friend's house and watch a movie in the dark on a sheet hung on the outside of their house. The boys got to run around with friends and then we all huddled under our blankets to watch How to Train Your Dragon. We got home deliciously late and Boy 1 and Boy 2 wanted to continue the party at home.

They also slept in the next morning. Lobster was envious. He had to get up and go to work after such a late night. I really sympathized with him in that minute before I went back to sleep.

I had left the week's schedule very loosey goosey so we could stay in our pajamas all day and get way too much screen time.

I guess that was my first mistake.

I mean, seriously, what kid doesn't want to watch TV and play video games all day?

Apparently, mine. 

It's all they ever wanted. They got it all at once, and it was too much. They got bored. They fought over which game to play. They argued about which characters they wanted. And they grumbled about getting to spend alone time in their rooms.

And I, I who hadn't prepared well enough (again), got grumpy. The happy, carefree first days of summer vacation that I had hoped for, flew out the window with their harsh words and angry voices.

And the grumpiness has lingered, my friends. 

Boys 1 & 2 fighting is nothing new. And to be honest, neither is my grumpiness. I want to be soft and fun and playful, but somehow, all I see is the floors that get dirty too fast and the money that doesn't stretch far enough and laundry that never, EVER, gets completely done.

I've never thought of myself as a pessimist, but I'm starting to wonder.

Another thing I'm grumpy about is my weight loss - or lack of it, I should say. I have been working really hard at staying under my calorie goal each day. And I had finally gotten past the 25 pound mark for the first time in months! I have seriously upped my water intake and had less soda. I stayed under my calorie goal 5 of 7 days. One day was just barely over, and the other day was my birthday and Lobster and I went out to dinner. I estimated the food on My FitnessPal as closely as I could, but even eating lightly earlier in the day, I went over my goal. It was delicious and I don't regret it. I was so careful the rest of the week.

So, midweek, when I hopped on the scale to see my progress, I admit I was a little shocked to see that my weight was up. The next day, I weighed myself again and I was up another few ounces. This morning, my normal weigh-in day, I am up 5 pounds.

Ugh. It makes me want to eat a bag of potato chips.

BUT, I DIDN'T! Progress, people!

I've decided that I'm not logging it in My FitnessPal. I am ignoring it and I'm hoping it will go away.

Isn't that how you deal with your problems?

Anyway, I've been having fun experimenting with what I can cook on our outdoor grill. Fireworks came a couple weeks early to our house. The heating element in our oven gave us a light show on Friday night - even after I turned it off. So we unplugged the range and sent away for the part. But, of course, it being a weekend, we get to wait longer than our normal super-fast delivery. I'm not sure why these things happen on the weekend. There is some law written down about it somewhere, I'm sure.

So the main goals this week are to have fun with my boys, drink lots of water, and don't sweat the small stuff. 

What are your goals this week?


  1. I know it's hard, but try not to weigh yourself more than once a week. If you weigh yourself every day, you'll drive yourself insane with the little ups and downs. I speak from experience, and it's something I STILL have to remind myself. It's so easy to just jump on the scale every day at the gym.

    1. I don't normally, Brooke. I was excited about having a positive week and so, I wanted to check. Then I was anxious about gaining, and I spun out of control. Ugh.