Sadie Week – What is Williams Syndrome

May 11th, 2011

This post is part of my celebration of the Second Annual National Williams Syndrome Awareness Week, lovingly called “Sadie Week” on my blog. I’m taking the opportunity this week to write about my experience raising and loving a child with Williams Syndrome, in hopes of raising awareness and understanding of this unique disorder.

According to the Williams Syndrome Association, this is Williams Syndrome:

“Williams syndrome is a genetic condition that is present at birth and can affect anyone. It is characterized by medical problems, including cardiovascular disease, developmental delays, and learning disabilities. These occur side by side with striking verbal abilities, highly social personalities and an affinity for music.

WS affects 1 in 10,000 people worldwide – an estimated 20,000 to 30,000 people in the United States. It is known to occur equally in both males and females and in every culture.

But there are major struggles as well. Many babies have life-threatening cardiovascular problems. Children with WS need costly and ongoing medical care, and early interventions (such as speech or occupational therapy) that may not be covered by insurance or state funding. As they grow, they struggle with things like spatial relations, numbers and abstract reasoning, which can make daily tasks a challenge. And as adults, most people with WS need supportive housing to live to their fullest potential. Many adults with WS contribute to their communities as volunteers or paid employees, for example working at senior homes and libraries or as store greeters or veterinary aides.

Just as important are opportunities for social interaction. As people with WS mature – beyond the structure of school and family activities – they often experience intense isolation which can lead to depression. They are extremely sociable and experience the normal need to connect with others; however people with Williams syndrome often don’t process nuanced social cues and this makes it difficult to form lasting relationships.”

You can read more about Williams Syndrome, in a clinical sense, on the Williams Syndrome Association website.

But this is what Williams Syndrome means to us:

Williams Syndrome Awareness Week

Our sweet, precious girl, who can bring sunshine to the most dreary day, and who can warm your heart with the most loving hugs.

To us, Williams Syndrome is doctor appointments…echocardiograms and blood tests and screenings and check-ups. It is having a daughter who has already seen more doctors in her four years on this earth than most people see in their entire life. It is accidentally showing up at the gastroenterologist office on the day you were supposed to have an appointment with the cardiologist, because there are just too many appointments to keep them all straight. It is two teaspoons twice a day of this and 1mg per day of that. It is care plans and medication schedules and health care checklists.

It is having a group of doctors and nurses who know your child, love your child and who do everything they can to help you navigate this unknown and frightening territory. It is care coordinators and directors and any number of wonderful people who make you feel like you are not alone, and that your child will have the help that they need.

To us, Williams Syndrome is three therapies per week, one hour per session. It is speech and physical therapy and occupational therapy. It is realizing that you spend twice as much time with the therapists as you spend with any of your friends and family.

It is realizing that those therapists you see every week have become family. It is watching these people come into your home, doing everything that they can to help your little one, even when it means coming up with brand new ideas just for your child. It is watching your child reach a milestone, and seeing the therapist celebrate with you, as if it was there own baby they were celebrating.

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Sadie, age 15 months

It is dealing with the frustration of behavior problems that never seem to go away, worrying that you are pushing your child too hard to understand a concept that they are incapable of understanding, or worse yet, not pushing them hard enough and using their disorder as an excuse, thereby cheating them out of the benefits of necessary structure and discipline. It is worrying over finding the balance between what you can do to help them, and what power you have to make a difference in their life, versus what is hard-wired into them and cannot be changed. It is wondering if those things that make their life difficult are the direct result of them having Williams Syndrome, or a direct result of your failure as a parent.

It is seeing the progress and achievements and growth with pure joy and pride. It is appreciating every little step, every little milestone, every new word, savoring and celebrating each little triumph. It is the happiness that comes with not taking any of those accomplishments for granted.

It is wondering how much of what you love about your child is their personality, and how much is the direct result of those missing genes.

It is looking at your child and knowing that no disorder can ever change that this little person is a perfect product of the love between you and your spouse

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Sadie, age 15 months, with Mommy and Daddy

It is wondering how your child will feel when their younger sibling catches up to them, or passes them, in school. Or how your younger child will feel when they pass their older sibling.

It is watching your children grow together, and become best friends. It is watching that mutual love and admiration they have for each other, and seeing them learn from each other.

It is wondering how your younger child will feel about their older sibling with WS. It is wondering what effect the relationship will have on both children, good or bad, throughout their lives. It is worrying about jealousy of the child with WS who gets all of the attention. It is worrying how the younger child’s personality will be effected by the attention, both positive and negative, that the older child constantly receives. It is worrying about how to treat them both fairly and equally when one obviously needs more than the other.

It is hoping that your younger child will have a deeper respect and compassion for all of humanity, and will ultimately be a better person, for having grown up with such a special sibling.

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Sadie and Ruby, Easter 2011

It is the feeling of unease in a group of parents of “normal” kids, because you just feel like you can’t always relate. It is the reluctance to share your own stories and ask for support because of not wanting to burden them with your troubles or because of the fear of losing their acceptance. It is the loneliness that comes from feeling like you have no one to understand what you’re going through.

It is watching your family and friends come together to support your child.

It is a community of families, all dealing with the same issues, who support and love each other, and can share in common experiences and challenges.

It is dealing with the horribly unfair reality that your child has been robbed from birth of the chance at a “normal” life. It is the awkwardness and hesitation that comes with trying to explain such a rare and unusual disorder.

It is the satisfaction of knowing the research being done on this disorder is helping our medical community to develop a new understanding of how genes affect our health and our personality, and even our understanding of the experience of happiness and unconditional love.

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Sadie, almost 4 years old

To us, Williams Syndrome is wonderful and terrible, painful and fascinating, unique and extraordinary.

There is much more to our little girl than just Williams Syndrome, but it is a big part of who she is, and as a result, it is a big part of who we are as a family. There is a lot of bad that comes with it, and there is a lot that is difficult. But there is also a lot of wonderful.

Good and bad, Williams Syndrome is a large part of our life, and I know that we are stronger as a family because of it.

South Carolina Walk For Williams Syndrome

Click here to read more posts from “Sadie Week.”

If you would like to participate, attend, or learn more about the South Carolina Walk for Williams, you can visit our walk website here.

Please consider making a donation to the Williams Syndrome Association in honor of our sweet little girl and the South Carolina Walk for Williams. A donation in any amount is greatly appreciated, and will directly benefit individuals and families living with Williams Syndrome. Here are links to the three online fundraising campaigns that were created in our daughter’s honor:
South Carolina Walk for Williams online donation page
Campaign created by her uncle
Campaign created by The BFF
Campaign created by us, her parents

* And please note that names are changed for privacy…sorry to be so confusing and all double-o-seven wannabe on ya.

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Sadie Week – Mommy Guilt

May 10th, 2011

This post is part of my celebration of the Second Annual National Williams Syndrome Awareness Week, lovingly called “Sadie Week” on my blog. I’m taking the opportunity this week to write about my experience raising and loving a child with Williams Syndrome, in hopes of raising awareness and understanding of this unique disorder.

I’m giving myself one day to emotionally vomit all over my blog, and to get out all of the pain and ugly tears that I have been bottling up for the past three years. The rest of the week will be much more useful and upbeat, which I think is a much better reflection of our life with such an amazing little girl. But there is a hard part that I try to ignore as best I can, and I feel like neglecting to mention that side of it gives an unrealistic picture of what this life is like. I hope this does some good, since several boxes of tissues will give their lives during the writing of this post.

So, if this is the first thing that you are reading about Williams Syndrome, and my sweet girl, I encourage you to go back to my last post and to come back later this week to read the good and the bad and the amazing…because this is really just the ugly.

Of everything I wrote last year about how it felt when we found out that Sadie has Williams Syndrome, one thing stands out to me now. There is one thing that I wrote that I know I could never explain better, could never word in any way that more accurately reflects the feelings that I have every day.

I was pissed at myself because I just knew that it was my fault. I was her mother, and it was my job to make her and bake her and raise her and keep her safe. And I failed.

I didn’t care how much I read about it being a total genetic accident…in my mind, I may as well have ripped those genes out of her with my bare hands, because it was totally and completely my fault.

I had heard people talk about “Mommy Guilt,” and I had a vague understanding of what it meant to feel personally responsible and completely invested in the life of someone else.

But I never really understood these feelings before I became a mother. I never knew how powerful that worry and concern and guilt could be. When my sweet little girl was born, so much of me changed. An overwhelming majority of the thoughts in my head at any given moment now revolved around the happiness, health, well-being and future of a tiny little person who was now my biggest responsibility.

And then when her diagnosis came, I understood that worry and guilt on a whole new level. Now, over three years after our baby girl was diagnosed with Williams Syndrome, worry and guilt have become just as much a part of me as any other part of my personality. It’s become so much a part of me that it doesn’t even feel unusual anymore…the feeling of being almost overcome with guilt and worry is just part of my life now.

I know in my head that it is not my fault that she has WS. I have very good reasons (doctors and geneticists and people who know much more about this than I) to believe that it happened completely randomly, and that nothing I did caused it, and therefore, there was nothing I could have done to prevent it.

But my heart has still not been able to accept it.

My heart still wants to believe that there is something that caused it, some reason, some…”why.” Maybe it’s that if I feel that there is a “why,” then there also has to be a way to fix it. And I want more than anything in the world to be able to “fix” her.

I want those genes for her, and I want that future for her that she will never have without them. I would give anything of myself to be able to give those genes to her…I would give her mine if there was a way, even if it meant that there was not enough me left to go on afterwards.

Some people with children with special needs get very upset when someone says this, because they think that you’re somehow rejecting your child and denying who they are. I can see that rationale, but I don’t exactly agree with it. I love her for who she is, and who she is includes having Williams Syndrome. I would love her no matter what, and I will forever. And I know that a big part of her personality may be a direct result of her having WS.

But that doesn’t mean that I would not give that up in order to give her the best chance at living a long, healthy, happy life full of every opportunity, every joy, and every experience that she may desire. She has the most sweet, loving, amazing little personality, which is at least partially caused by her having Williams Syndrome. But if I could give her those genes that she is missing and take away everything that is Williams Syndrome from her, even knowing that it may completely change who she is, I would do it in a heartbeat.

I just want my baby to be ok.

Ugh, that sentence looks so little, so insignificant. It does no justice to the desperation and pain that I feel when I say it, or even when I think it.

Even all caps in bold black sans-serif font with fifty exclamation points would do nothing in expressing the way that I feel when these thoughts take over. Sitting in a ball, arms wrapped around myself as tight as possible, as if they’re the only thing keeping my entire body from exploding all over the world, the only thing keeping my heart from bursting through my chest. Snotty, ugly tears smeared all over my face and frantic, gasping sobs that cannot be fought back. Deep, physical, gut-wrenching, heart-breaking pain that consumes your entire existence, and the only way out is to just get it all out of you until you collapse, exhausted and weak from the emotion that has flooded out of you. And your only option is to try to regain your perspective, and face everything anew with a calm and a purpose that will help you make it through until the next time that the emotions force their way out again, because you know they will.

I just want my baby to be ok.

What it boils down to is that I feel like I gave a life to my precious baby girl that was going to make the rest of her life hard from the very beginning…that it was all my fault, and that there is nothing I can ever do to fix it.

I just want her life to be everything that she wants it to be. And I never want to have to tell her that she can’t do something, that she is going to miss out on an opportunity, just because she doesn’t have those genes. I never want her to have to deal with rejection of any kind that is based solely on the fact that she has a disorder that makes her “different.”

But I can’t.

I can’t trade anything to take this disorder away. No amount of wishing and hoping and praying will make up for that missing genetic material. No one ever even mentions a “cure” for Williams Syndrome, because there isn’t one, and there isn’t any hope for one. The very fiber of their being is made up of something that is incomplete, and it is so pervasive through their little bodies that no one therapy or treatment or medication, or even a cocktail of all of thee above, could ever come close to making up for what is missing.

There are band-aids for each of the issues that come with WS. There are heart surgeries if the SVAS gets really bad. There are medications and treatments for the digestive issues, the vision and hearing problems, the thyroid and blood pressure and sleep issues. There are therapies that can help with the speech delays, the fine motor and gross motor deficiencies. And there are methods and medications to help with the attention and anxiety problems. There are endless aids to improve the issues that can come with Williams Syndrome, but they are all ongoing treatments that will never completely “fix” any of the problems.

And I am grateful for the Williams Syndrome Association, doctors and researchers across the world who have given us these resources, and given us the knowledge of what we can utilize to help our kids. I am eternally grateful for all of the help that is available to us.

But there are no treatments, no medications that can ease the pain of guilt.

Even if I make a full-time job out of getting her the best medical care that I can find, coordinating all of the appointments and therapies, keeping up with every test that needs to be done and every screening that has to happen, and trying every possible activity at home to help her master skills that most children just pick up on their own (which is about what I do now)…the guilt is still there.

I want so bad for her to be able to have a “normal” life. I want her to go to school and be excited about learning. I want her to giggle her head off with her best friends. I want her to feel loved and accepted and wanted. I want her to be able to live independently, and make her own life when she is ready.

I want her to know the joys of freedom and life and love.

I want her to know the overwhelming love that I feel for her, and to have the depth of understanding to be able to feel it herself for someone else. I want her to have the chance to know that love for her own children, if she chooses to become a parent.

It breaks my heart to think that it will not be possible for her to do any of these things.

All of these experiences are extremely iffy for her, if not completely unlikely. I want to be able to worry about what kind of friend and wife and mother my daughter will be, not whether or not she will be able to be those things. I don’t want to think that any of these things are impossible for her.

So instead I try everything that I can think of to help her however I can, and I keep hoping that maybe she will prove everyone wrong. That she will go on to be that rare exception that is able to lead a full, healthy, mostly normal life, despite those missing genes. I try to ignore those limitations that I know may be there, in hopes that I can will them away.

I try to remind myself that her health problems and developmental delays could be much more severe, and that I should count my blessings more than I count my challenges. And I do, most of the time, keep myself from wallowing in that worry and self-pity and guilt by focusing on the positive.

I know that we are so lucky that she is doing as well as she is, and I know that everything could be so much worse. I know that there are other children with Williams Syndrome who are in hospitals right now fighting for their lives, mothers of little tiny babies who maybe never leave the hospital, and women all over the world who have endured the pain of losing a child to complications from WS and millions of other ailments and disorders.

But that knowledge does not diminish my pain. Knowing that it could be much worse does not mean that this does not hurt still.

I know that nothing will ever take away the guilt of feeling like I have failed my baby, and the pain and helplessness of knowing that there really isn’t anything I can do to fix her. As her Daddy said when we got the diagnosis, I would love her even if they told me that she was a fish. I will always love her for who she is, Williams Syndrome and all, but that does not mean that I’m happy that she has it, or that I don’t wish that she didn’t have WS.

They say that time is the only thing that can lessen the pain of these wounds, and I will continue to wait as patiently as possible for that time to come, though I’m beginning to wonder about the validity of that statement.

South Carolina Walk For Williams Syndrome

If you would like to participate, attend, or learn more about the South Carolina Walk for Williams, you can visit our walk website here.

Please consider making a donation to the Williams Syndrome Association in honor of our sweet little girl and the South Carolina Walk for Williams. A donation in any amount is greatly appreciated, and will directly benefit individuals and families living with Williams Syndrome. Here are links to the three online fundraising campaigns that were created in our daughter’s honor:
South Carolina Walk for Williams online donation page
Campaign created by her uncle
Campaign created by The BFF
Campaign created by us, her parents

* And please note that names are changed for privacy…sorry to be so confusing and all double-o-seven wannabe on ya.

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Sadie Week and the Second Annual National Williams Syndrome Awareness Week

May 9th, 2011

I’ve been pretty slack on the blogging lately, which is entirely due to the fact that I have been busier in the past 6 months than I think I have ever been in my life. Most recently, I’ve been busy with all the usual (work, kids, life, trying to find time to sleep), as well as planning the Second Annual South Carolina Walk for Williams!

Our walk last year was a huge success, and this year is looking like it is, yet again, going to blow all of our expectations out of the water!

To celebrate the walk and National Williams Syndrome Awareness Week, I’m going to continue the tradition I started last year here on my blog and dedicate an entire week to our precious little girl, who I lovingly call “Sadie” (due to privacy concerns) on this blog.

Welcome to Sadie Week!

Sadie Week - Walk for Williams

Over the course of the next seven days, I’m planning to share more information about Williams Syndrome and how it has affected our lives. Last year, I tried to write about our experiences living with Williams Syndrome, and about our thoughts on the future of our daughter and our family, but it was honestly just too hard. I’m still not entirely comfortable discussing the future with anyone, and still can’t do so without crying, but it is something that I really want to address. Hopefully, I’ll be able to get through writing that post this year.

So, to kick off “Sadie Week,” I want to include some links to last year’s posts. I think they do a great job of describing what it was like for my family to go through the diagnosis, and how it was for us in the beginning.

May 10, 2010
Sadie Week and the First National Williams Syndrome Awareness Week
A little about Williams Syndrome and some adorable pictures of our sweet girl

May 11, 2010
Sadie Week – The Diagnosis
Part One of my thoughts and memories of getting the diagnosis

May 12, 2010
Sadie Week – Learning to Fly (or just…be)
Part Two of the diagnosis, Welcome to Holland, and the beginning of our changed life

May 14, 2010
Happy Birthday Sadie!
Repost of Sadie’s birth story, in honor of her 3rd birthday

May 16, 2010
An Amazing End to an Amazing Week
Brief recap of the walk

If you only have time to read one or two of those posts (or maybe half of one, since I couldn’t order a cheeseburger in 500 words or less), please consider reading the May 10th post to learn more about Williams Syndrome. The emotional one is the May 11th entry.

Sadie Week - Walk for Williams

South Carolina Walk For Williams Syndrome

If you would like to participate, attend, or learn more about the South Carolina Walk for Williams, you can visit our walk website here.

Please consider making a donation to the Williams Syndrome Association in honor of our sweet little girl and the South Carolina Walk for Williams. A donation in any amount is greatly appreciated, and will directly benefit individuals and families living with Williams Syndrome. Here are links to the three online fundraising campaigns that were created in our daughter’s honor:
South Carolina Walk for Williams online donation page
Campaign created by her uncle
Campaign created by The BFF
Campaign created by us, her parents

* And please note that names are changed for privacy…sorry to be so confusing and all double-o-seven wannabe on ya.

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Plateau, or just lazy?

May 9th, 2011

I’ve been holding steady at around 134-135 for the past two weeks, which is a relief considering that I haven’t really been putting in the effort that I should.

I think my excuse for not working out and logging all of my calories is a pretty good one, though it is still just an excuse. For the past few months, not only have I been working on more projects and dealing about three times as many doctor appointments as usual while taking care of the girls, but I’ve also been planning a charity walk (more on this later today). The past two weeks have just been slammed, with doctor appointments every day, walk planning at all hours and a ridiculous number of clients emailing me about things they want done yesterday (maybe you should have emailed me yesterday, then?)

Granted, I could have still kept up with my fitness goals, but I didn’t. I just didn’t want to have to deal with anything else extra, and so I didn’t.

I’m going to try to get back into logging my food today, and try to keep up with it for the rest of the week. Since I think I broke my toe while trying to make myself some curtains for mother’s day (my middle name should be “Grace”), I’m probably going to skip the workouts this week. I never knew that a little toe could hurt so much.

So, since I’m kind of giving myself one more week to be kind of slack on the fitness, I am committing myself to renewed dedication next week.

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Cute summer dresses, here I come!

April 25th, 2011

Every week, on Monday afternoon, I think (something like) the following to myself:

Oh, I’ll have time later this week to sit down and write up my thoughts on how this whole weight-loss thing is going. I’ll write about how much I love this whole dance exercise thing, in detail, and how the myfitnesspal.com has really helped me understand how to pay attention to what food goes into my mouth, and why I should be a little more choosy in that respect.

But then work and life happen, and I run out of time. But I am super happy with how this new routine is going, and these tools are seriously helping me figure out how to change my life for the better. One day, I will go into detail about what seems to be working for me, because I am nothing without details.

Anyway, so here is my extremely brief weight loss check-in (which, by the way, is all kinds of awesome!)

McFatty Monday

4/18/11 (AM)
Weight: 134 (last week – 135.4 lbs.)
BMI: 24.67 (l.w. – 24.91)
Waist: 32″
Hips: 39.5″
Thighs: 41.5″

Change since last weigh-in:
Weight: loss of 1.4 lbs
BMI: loss of .24
Waist: no change
Hips: no change
Thighs: no change

Total
Total Weight Loss: 4.5 lbs.
Total BMI Loss: .81
Total Inches Lost in Waist: .5″
Total Inches Lost in Hips: 0″
Total Inches Lost in Thighs: .5″

Progress on goals was split about 50/50 on Win/Fail, so I’m just going to leave it at this: I need to do better next week, but I’m reasonably pleased with my progress so far.

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My Mother’s China

April 24th, 2011

My mother's china

I’m big on solid colors and subtle patterns in almost everything. I prefer solid colors on everything from clothes to curtains to toothbrushes. When I see china and dinnerware that makes me drool, it’s almost always solid white.

Even though I’m generally not into patterns like my mother’s crazy fruit pattern china, I still love it…because it’s hers. And because I’m fascinated with the culture of the great Southern matriarch, and there’s almost nothing that exemplifies that culture more than the inspiration behind the phrase “my mother’s china,” and the love and nostalgia that the phrase invokes.

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Leave me alone…I’m trying to play in this sand

April 23rd, 2011

Sweet daughter throwing sand at my camera

Yes, she is totally throwing sand at me, because she is tired of the stupid camera being in her face while she’s trying to play in her sandbox.

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Started Strong

April 18th, 2011

…and then life got in the way.

Work, birthday parties, juvenile delinquent toddlers and about 80 other obligations (and maybe a little laziness) prevented me from working out every day and blogging about it. Like today, with work and trying to get in my hour exercise, I didn’t have time to write everything I want to about my amazing experience this week (hence the whole “no picture” thing).

I do want to say, though, that I have found the only way that my body seems to be able to shed pounds…by eating less and exercising more.

No shit, right?

I started using myfitnesspal.com to track what I eat, and realized just how many calories I was consuming everyday that I would never burn off sitting in front of my computer. So, I watched what I ate, cut out some of my favorite junk food and drinks, and got off my butt as much as I could. I exercised with the Just Dance 2 game four nights last week, and it made such a huge difference.

For the first time in forever, I lost most than one pound in a single week! And, even more amazing, I am now just barely into the range of normal BMI for my height. Yes, you read that right…NORMAL! I am thrilled, although I don’t want to do too much celebrating too quick, as I’m sure that is the fastest way to make myself gain a pound in a day (besides eating birthday cupcakes, eh).

4/18/11 (AM)
Weight: 135.4 (last week – 137.3 lbs.)
BMI: 24.91 (l.w. – 25.27)
Waist: 32″
Hips: 39.5″
Thighs: 41.5″

Change since last weigh-in:
Weight: loss of 1.9 lbs
BMI: loss of .36
Waist: no change
Hips: no change
Thighs: no change

Total
Total Weight Loss: 3.1 lbs.
Total BMI Loss: .57
Total Inches Lost in Waist: .5″
Total Inches Lost in Hips: 0″
Total Inches Lost in Thighs: .5″

I have to say that I feel pretty good about my progress on my goals from last week, and I believe that I’m going to stick with them again for this week. If all goes well, we may be stepping it up a bit next week.

New Goals

1. Log every single thing I eat and drink on myfitnesspal.com account, every single day this week, as well as all of my exercise

I totally rocked this one. Honestly, I think it made a huge difference. Not only did I log everything, but seeing how many calories were in the foods that I wanted to eat really made me think before scarfing down junk.

2. Start eating a healthy breakfast everyday and make sure that easy, junk food meals only happen twice a week (absolute maximum!)

Well, I didn’t do as well on this one, unless you count a cup of coffee as a healthy breakfast. In my defense, I don’t think I’ve regularly eaten breakfast since I was…I don’t know, in high school? So, a few days this week, I ate a granola bar for breakfast, which was huge for me, since I have always hated granola and never liked eating anything before 11. Given that information, my eating a peanut butter and chocolate chip 100 calorie granola bar for breakfast 4 of 7 days this week was pretty good.

As for not eating junk food meals, it was also a half win. We did have McDonald’s for lunch twice, but those were really the only completely unhealthy meals we had. The girls and I had sandwiches and fresh fruit for lunch most days, and we had dinners every night save one that included meat or fish and vegetables. I hate to admit it, but that is definitely a huge improvement for us.

3. Work out on the Wii (Wii Fit and Just Dance 2) for at least one hour total per day, at least six days this week (and keep track!)

I almost made this goal. I worked out Monday and Tuesday nights for more than an hour and a half each night. Wednesday was a little more than an hour. Thursday and Friday ended up being lost to Pinterest and work, respectively. I managed to work out for almost an hour and a half Saturday night, even after being exhausted from the day trip out of town to a birthday party with both of the girls. Sunday was also lost to work. So, the goal for the week was 6 hours, which I technically met. However, I know that I really need to stay with exercising every night if I’m going to keep this metabolism thing going.

4. Cut out bad/nervous habits…when I want to do it, stop, and go exercise

Eh, still working on this one. I have a ton of bad habits to shake, and progress has been slow. On a good note though, I’m making major progress on part of one of those habits. See, one of the habits I want to break is sleeping late…meaning that I want to get out of bed before the girls start screaming “MOMMY! MOMMY! WE’RE AWAKE!” over the baby monitor. Yeah, I’m a lazy POS…most days, I will stay in bed until they make me get up. The goal is to try to get up at the same time everyday, shower, get dressed, maybe workout, have my coffee and get them up at the same time. You know, a real schedule. Some progress has been made on that front, as I’ve been in bed before midnight every night (even by 11 one night!), and up before the girls twice. Hey, baby steps, people.

5. Replace all snacks with less-terrible-for-me alternatives

Except for the McDonald’s, I rocked this one, too. I got those granola bars on sale, as well as some fresh fruit and veggies and whole wheat crackers, and I’ve gone the entire week without potato chips or any of my favorite junk foods. Oddly enough, I didn’t miss them that much, since strawberries are delicious.

6. Drink schedule per day: no more than one cup of coffee, no more than one glass of Coke, no more than two glasses of sweet tea and at least 6 glasses of water

I totally kicked this goal’s ass. I had two Cokes ALL WEEK! That deserves more exclamation marks. TWO!!! ALL WEEK!!!!!! Y’all, about three months ago, there was a day where I realized I had finished almost two whole 2 liters of Coke by myself. That’s almost 4 liters of caffeinated soda, all by myself, in the roughly 17 hours that I’m awake in a day. And I went this entire week consuming about 48 ounces. I’m beyond amazed.

I’m still drinking my coffee in the morning, and I did have two glasses of sweet tea, so I’m not completely off the caffeine. But I have an emotional need for Coke, so I’m impressed. I also drank 6 glasses of water for a few days, but fell a little short of that part of the goal. I just don’t think about drinking water unless I’m working out or otherwise moving around and getting thirsty. I don’t like to sip it like I do Coke or tea. But, at least it has no calories!

So, I’m determined to post even more impressive numbers next week, and possibly a proper write-up of my experience so far (which is shaking my exercise-hating self to the core, let me tell you).

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Office Depot knows my secret

April 13th, 2011

I could totally be a hoarder.

That’s my secret.

Well, I guess its not really a secret…especially to my husband. He has seen firsthand the crazy that I can become when confronted with the prospect of getting rid of things. I have seriously called him at work on garbage and recycling pick up day, livid that he has thrown away a cardboard diaper box without asking me first. I will rant about how I could have used that box, and how it would be ridiculous to have to go buy a cardboard box if I ever needed one, and how there is plenty of room up in the attic to hold a nice little stockpile of cardboard justincase.

“Just in case what?” is often his reply.

I don’t know why I hate throwing away cardboard boxes. Maybe its because I hate that our city doesn’t recycle them. Maybe its because I fantasize about all of the craft projects I could do with them. Maybe I’m just cheap. Or crazy. Or cheap and crazy.

Who knows.

But Office Depot totally gets me. They want to feed my addiction to hoarding cardboard.

See, I ordered this printer at Office Depot. It was a printer I had been watching for a while, and with the sale price and a coupon code, it was more than half off. Plus, if your order totaled $50 or more, you got free next day shipping. However, my order, after the coupon, was $49 and change. So I ordered an eraser, too.

I guess Office Depot is not allowed to just tape the eraser to the outside of the printer box.

cardboard box hoarder

cardboard box hoarder

cardboard box hoarder

Office Depot, you have my heart. Thanks for the lovely, perfectly-sized box. Now excuse me while I go hide it before my evil husband tries to throw it away.

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The Best Baby Shower Ever

April 12th, 2011

The weekend before last, I co-hosted a baby shower for one of the sweetest ladies in the world. I think everyone had a great time, and the mother-to-be seemed to really enjoy herself.

Although, I think that the hostesses probably had a better time than anyone else. We seriously had a ball working on the decorations and menu for the party.

I’m not ready to post all of the details…because there is a whole lot I want to share…but I just could not wait any longer to post something.

So, here is a little preview:

Picnic Baby Shower Party

Picnic Baby Shower Party

Picnic Baby Shower Party

Hopefully, I’ll have more pics and full descriptions of everything later this week, so be on the lookout!

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