Chronic Ama

I think I may be the only person to admit that it is a little sad when your once curve-hugging jeans are now saggy-ass jeans. I like my big butt and I cannot lie. But, I also like the fact that since January 22nd, I have lost a little more than 6 pounds without really even trying. Yeah, you probably think I'm full of shit, but hear me out...  After my 10th anniversary party, it kinda hit me that I wasn't as healthy as I should be. I reached my goal of being freed of my medical problems, but now I was faced with keeping it that way. I still have one ovary, and thus, still have polycystic ovarian disease (PCOD) and will remain on meds for that until it's time to hit menopause, but I can still help my body be all it can be. Or something like that.  My main enemy is sugar. My PCOD causes insulin resistance, meaning that my body doesn't respond to normal insulin levels, leaving my blood sugar quite high and thus shooting me into the high risk category for type 2

So, it's Saturday here. My day to be at work and not change diapers or play super heroes. That is, unless both kids are sick and you have to take them to urgent care.  OK, well we started off with only one sick kid and then the other got on the bandwagon.  Bella's had a cough for about a week now. It wasn't getting any better, even after missing two days of school and relaxing with the humidifier on and a bottle of cough syrup ready for action. I got ready for work like any Saturday, but during breakfast, Bella coughed so hard, milk shot out of her nose. That was the last straw for me. Time to call the pediatrician for some advice. (and hoping to get her better for school on Monday) The pediatrician was of no help. I was basically told to wait 'til the afternoon and if her cough didn't go away, take her to urgent care. Or, if by tomorrow she was still coughing, urgent care was needed. I knew she's still be coughing. She still is in her room as I t

Let me start by saying that I DO NOT make New Years Resolutions. Why bother when most people make them, then break them. Plus, I'm all about action and not resolution. If I want to do something, I'm going to do it. I wish more people followed this mindset.  Moving on. Last Spring, I started walking. Then, come May, had surgery. But, by Summer I was walking and even running. My jeans had started to fit loose and I was happy. Then, come fall it was surgery time again and then came the hysterectomy (of which my belly still swells from). I spent the better part of 4 months in sweat pants and not because I was still running. But, since I made it clear to myself that I would be free of this mess come January, here it is, the last day of January and I'm one month free of shitty health. I'm not in pain. I'm not scared or sad. I have come to accept that I will have PCOD all my life and I just have to deal with it. It puts me at higher risk for diabetes, heart diseas

I was looking up more info on post hysterectomy healing since I've kinda had this "fat" feeling off and on lately. It dawned on my today that I am up against 6 months of post op swelling still. I'll be 3 months post op on Super Bowl Sunday, so I'm almost at the half way mark and still have this "swelly belly" to deal with. I still wouldn't change anything, though. I feel great, even with the fatty, swollen belly feeling. I'll take snug jeans over intense pelvic pain any damn day! The other interesting thing I've realized in the past two weeks is that I still get shitty PMS. I do have one ovary still and I'm surprised to see it working. I got the chocolate covered pickles cravings, the water retention and super bitchiness. I'm plain bitchy regularly, but super bitchy is kinda not fun. I guess staying on the Metformin helped more than I thought I would. I hate being on medication, but if it helps, I'm game.  Aside from

My husband and I celebrated our 10 year wedding anniversary on December 27th, 2012. We've been together just about since I graduated high school, though. It doesn't seem like that long, but it's a good portion of my life that I wouldn't change for all the chocolate in the world or all the vodka in Russia. Now I'm not going to go into the cliche, we've been through good times and bad because that in inevitable in every relationship. Plus, I really hate when people say that crap because if you didn't have good times and bad times in a relationship, than you probably didn't have a good one.  Anyway... It seems like each week I fall in love with this man all over again. We post silly shit on each other's facebook pages and share the same facial expressions when our kids get on our nerves. We also have those moments when we just have to laugh at each other and it makes my heart melt. He washes the dishes after I make dinner in the evenings an

We've started off this year with a BANG! Well, kind of. I guess? I don't do resolutions. But, I did set new ground rules for behavior around here.  Bella had been getting a weekly allowance since she was 3 for doing chores around the house. Lately, the allure of doing chores for allowance has diminished and the Christmas brattiness had been setting in. I came up with a new plan as of New Years. For every time Bella acts up, has a tantrum (apparently she hasn't outgrown these) or talks back, she loses a toy. I keep a big box in a storage area to put them in. For each day she completes her chores (usually only on Wednesdays and Sundays), she gets to get a toy back. Plus, at the end of the month, if she had done her chores and hasn't lost too many more toys, she gets an allowance. She seems to like this idea so far and hasn't lost many toys this year yet.  As for her brother, he's still too little to understand a lot of rules. But, we do make him pick up h

Here I last minute planning; something I have never done. But, my 10 year wedding anniversary is tomorrow and we set the date for January 19th. I'm working on my guest list and my shopping lust. We are going simple. Just a few decorations and everything in our original wedding colours: black, red and ivory. I'm getting excited, although I need to order invitations soon!! Ack!! Wish me luck!