So I'm going to run the Half Marathon in October. It will be my second one. I am trying to get started training for it, but I'm losing motivation already. I am posting this blog in hopes that you all will help me keep going! The 13.1 miles will help me lose the last 17 pounds of baby weight. I think my real goal is to get in shape and hope running will help. It worked last time. I think it will work again. I'm at 180 lbs. My goal is 163 lbs which was my weight when I got married. I want to get back to that then lose more from there.
Okay, posting this helps me commit. If you want to join my weight-loss, half marathon goal, let me know. I would enjoy the company!!
If you have any tools you would like to share to help me reach my goals I would appreciate it!
Peace be with you...
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Freedom
Okay, I have to share this with you. The Lord has put this in my heart loud and clear. The message at church today confirms it and I gotta tell it.
This year is all about freedom. Freedom from anything that holds you back, has stopped you from soaring in the past or present. Don't believe the lies. You are free! Life is hard. I know. No matter what happens do not be persuaded to believe anything that does not look like, act like, talk like and love like God. It's not real. It is an illusion and if you rely on the eyes on your face, you will be fooled. Rely on God and God alone. Talk to Him. He wants to tell all about His glory and your role in it. He wants to hold you and rock you and soothe the pain. Don't give up. It's almost over. I'm reminded of these words from somewhere: Trouble don't last always. Who said that? It's true. Take a deep breath, hold on and get ready! If you believe, you will have everything God has told you about. Listen to not only what's in the bible, but what He tells you directly. God is still speaking. Are you still listening is the question?
To God be all the glory!
Peace be with you...
This year is all about freedom. Freedom from anything that holds you back, has stopped you from soaring in the past or present. Don't believe the lies. You are free! Life is hard. I know. No matter what happens do not be persuaded to believe anything that does not look like, act like, talk like and love like God. It's not real. It is an illusion and if you rely on the eyes on your face, you will be fooled. Rely on God and God alone. Talk to Him. He wants to tell all about His glory and your role in it. He wants to hold you and rock you and soothe the pain. Don't give up. It's almost over. I'm reminded of these words from somewhere: Trouble don't last always. Who said that? It's true. Take a deep breath, hold on and get ready! If you believe, you will have everything God has told you about. Listen to not only what's in the bible, but what He tells you directly. God is still speaking. Are you still listening is the question?
To God be all the glory!
Peace be with you...
Breastfeeding
I started out wanting to breastfeed my new baby. The reality that followed his birth alter that plan. It was evident from the first few feedings that Isaac was not getting enough milk. I met with three lactation consultants at the hospital who helped me learn to latch him on my breast correctly. These women were so patient with me. I was still so anxious about it. I had to start supplementing with formula the day after he was born. When I gave him the first formula bottle I felt horrible. I mean, breast milk is the best for your baby. Why couldn't I make enough for him?
I went home with all the written instructions on feeding and pumping. I already had a breast pump. I tried using it and nothing came out. I mean nothing. The second time I used it a few drops were in the bottom of the bottle. After talking with the nurse who works with breastfeeding moms at the pediatricians office and calling the hospital nursing line, I decided to meet with another lactation consultant. We met and she weighed Isaac after feeding from each breast. He was getting 1/2 an ounce from each breast. I was told he needed at least 2-3 ounces per feeding. She put a plan together for me and I rented a hospital grade double pump. She assured me all hope was not lost yet. I get home with this page long list of instructions and the double pump in what looked like a bowling ball case. I was determined to breastfeed my child. As the week went on I was able to produce about 2 ounces of milk per day. Still not enough. I rented the pump for a second week hoping I might be able to still make more milk. I gave up that hope at 4 am Sunday morning after feeding my son. The pain afterward felt like knives stabbing me in my breasts. I was in tears and could not take it any longer. That was it. No more breastfeeding. I cried because I hurt physically but also because my soul hurt. I had let my husband down, my 3 week old baby and myself. I can usually do what I set my mind to do, but not this.
Breastfeeding was the only thing my husband asked me to do regarding the baby. I remember the day he asked me to breastfeed. I was delighted. I also remember the day I asked him how he would feel if I did not breastfeed. I was grateful for his words. My man said, "If it works, do it. If it doesn't, don't." I felt free to stop if I needed to. I think he knew it was weighing on me. He came home one day and I was just trying to hold back my tears as I talked to him about the latest visit with the lactation consultant. Jesse told me to let me tears out. He hugged me and said for me not to hold in my emotions.
So, when Isaac was 3 weeks old at 4 am on a Sunday morning, I stopped breastfeeding. An article in one of my baby magazines was written by a woman who experienced the same thing I did. She did not produce enough with her first child, but was able to breastfeed for over a year with her second. I loved her story! For obvious reasons, you know why. With my next I'm going to breastfeed too! No, I'm not pregnant. Not yet.
Peace be with you...
I went home with all the written instructions on feeding and pumping. I already had a breast pump. I tried using it and nothing came out. I mean nothing. The second time I used it a few drops were in the bottom of the bottle. After talking with the nurse who works with breastfeeding moms at the pediatricians office and calling the hospital nursing line, I decided to meet with another lactation consultant. We met and she weighed Isaac after feeding from each breast. He was getting 1/2 an ounce from each breast. I was told he needed at least 2-3 ounces per feeding. She put a plan together for me and I rented a hospital grade double pump. She assured me all hope was not lost yet. I get home with this page long list of instructions and the double pump in what looked like a bowling ball case. I was determined to breastfeed my child. As the week went on I was able to produce about 2 ounces of milk per day. Still not enough. I rented the pump for a second week hoping I might be able to still make more milk. I gave up that hope at 4 am Sunday morning after feeding my son. The pain afterward felt like knives stabbing me in my breasts. I was in tears and could not take it any longer. That was it. No more breastfeeding. I cried because I hurt physically but also because my soul hurt. I had let my husband down, my 3 week old baby and myself. I can usually do what I set my mind to do, but not this.
Breastfeeding was the only thing my husband asked me to do regarding the baby. I remember the day he asked me to breastfeed. I was delighted. I also remember the day I asked him how he would feel if I did not breastfeed. I was grateful for his words. My man said, "If it works, do it. If it doesn't, don't." I felt free to stop if I needed to. I think he knew it was weighing on me. He came home one day and I was just trying to hold back my tears as I talked to him about the latest visit with the lactation consultant. Jesse told me to let me tears out. He hugged me and said for me not to hold in my emotions.
So, when Isaac was 3 weeks old at 4 am on a Sunday morning, I stopped breastfeeding. An article in one of my baby magazines was written by a woman who experienced the same thing I did. She did not produce enough with her first child, but was able to breastfeed for over a year with her second. I loved her story! For obvious reasons, you know why. With my next I'm going to breastfeed too! No, I'm not pregnant. Not yet.
Peace be with you...
Friday, January 28, 2011
A New Year
More pre-blog posts.
PREVIOUSLY INKED...
January 12, 2011 5:24 pm
I don’t make new years resolutions. I do, however, make commitments to do something new in my life. Last year I knew I wanted to be married and have a baby. I prayed, fasted and waited on God. I did not know how God was going to fix the relationship I had nearly ruined, but I trusted him to do just that. And being the God He is, He did. I married the love of my life and we became pregnant within weeks of saying “I do.”
This year I am making a commitment to trust God, period. I find that as I move through life I try to manage my own life a little too much. Okay, that’s a pretty way of saying I try to control every aspect of my life to the point of exhaustion. My husband has tried to tell me this on many occasions. Now, I believe him. Life is so fleeting. This year I’m going to keep moving forward with what I believe God wants me to do and leave the outcome to Him. Wow, I think I just lost 10 pounds! My shoulders have even relaxed!
I am also going to remember, honor and go after my previous dreams and revelations. After getting married, I really felt at a lost as to how to be a wife and still engage in all the things I used to do pre-marriage. Balancing this new role in my life left me feeling really anxious because I had no idea what my husband expected from me. Now that we have had many “discussions” ;) on the topic, I think I have a pretty good understanding of what he needs from me. I feel much more confident in our relationship with this knowledge. I can now concentrate on my first love…my relationship with my creator, without guilt. I don’t know if any other women have experienced this, but my husband used to want me home and seem bothered by my busy schedule. I would feel so guilty leaving him to go do ministry. I felt conflicted. It came to the point where I asked God to just give me some time. Actually, it was an internal knowing that God was giving me some time to adjust. I so thank Him for that time. He loves me.
So, I have so many pursuits! First, I wanted to start a blog and here it is. It’s kind of scary jotting down your thoughts and knowing others will read them. I mean they might judge you harshly for them and who wants that?? It’s too late for that right, no turning back now. You know what, turn back? I don’t really want to.
Peace be with you...
Good Job
A pre-blog post.
PREVIOUSLY INKED...
January 8, 2011 8:25 pm
Isaac is feeling better today. He has his very first cold. According to the doc, I’ve “done a good job” taking care of him. I must admit, it makes me feel good to hear the doc say those words. I haven’t felt like I’ve been doing such a good job in his first weeks of life outside the womb.
It has been really hard for me to find a rhythm. I have so many people that offer their support and words of wisdom. I do appreciate their kindness it’s just that sometimes it makes me feel worse. My mothering instincts don’t seem to know what to do sometimes and talking about it just plain sucks.
I finally told my husband and mother-in-law how I was feeling. They both just looked at me. Does that mean they agree? Am I a sucky new mom? I wish they had said something like, “you’re doing a good job.” They didn’t. I guess I’ll just have to keep doing what I’m doing. Isaac seems content when he’s not screaming at the top of his lungs. What should my barometer be? How will I know if I’m doing a good job? Should Isaac or other people’s opinions be the deciding factor? For now, I’m going to go with Isaac. I think he’s a happy baby most times. And, I think I have something to do with that.
Peace be with you...
New Mommy
I began inking my thoughts prior to starting my blog. I'd like to share my pre-blog posts. So, I will be posting them as my next few blogs. Here you go.
PREVIOUSLY INKED...
January 6, 2011 3:00 pm
My son is 18 days old today. I look at him in awe. I am so blessed to have him. I don’t think I ever really thought I would give birth to a child. But, I did. That was one heck of an experience. I read all about what happens during birth, watched tv shows on birth, went to the customary birthing class and surveyed every woman willing to talk to me about her birth experience and still I was not prepared for all the emotions of it.
I was scared and even petrified by some aspects. I prayed and let God decide how everything would go. I figured He knew what was best for me and my baby. Today I hold a very squirmy, healthy little boy in my arms. His name is Isaac and he is wonderful. I haven’t figure out what makes him tick yet, but I love being his mom.
Peace be with you...
Thursday, January 20, 2011
New Blogger
I did it! Finally, I did it!
I've wanted to start a blog since I started reading a blog, purely by accident, a few months ago. I was impressed by the ability to share your thoughts with others, get their feedback and continue this dialogue forever-if you wanted. As with many things in my life, like house cleaning, I procrastinated. Then, I watched the movie Julie and Julia a few weeks ago. I watched this movie over and over. I just loved it. Amy Adams character, Julie, reminded me of a piece of my personality. Not all of me, mind you, just a sliver of who I am. Anyway, after watching this movie I decided I would start my own blog. I had no idea how to do it so I learned something from the movie. That and I learned that I just adore Julia Childs--at least the one portrayed in the movie. What a lady.
So, here I am, starting my own blog. It is exciting and a bit nerve-wracking. I mean people I don't know might end up reading my thoughts. What will they think of me? I have no idea, but if anyone ever does read this blog, I will be honored.
Okay, so I'm off. I 've got to feed my son. His name is Isaac. You'll hear lots more about my family I assure you. Oh and please forgive me now for any mistakes in grammar, spelling, etc. I was not an english major :).
Peace be with you...
I've wanted to start a blog since I started reading a blog, purely by accident, a few months ago. I was impressed by the ability to share your thoughts with others, get their feedback and continue this dialogue forever-if you wanted. As with many things in my life, like house cleaning, I procrastinated. Then, I watched the movie Julie and Julia a few weeks ago. I watched this movie over and over. I just loved it. Amy Adams character, Julie, reminded me of a piece of my personality. Not all of me, mind you, just a sliver of who I am. Anyway, after watching this movie I decided I would start my own blog. I had no idea how to do it so I learned something from the movie. That and I learned that I just adore Julia Childs--at least the one portrayed in the movie. What a lady.
So, here I am, starting my own blog. It is exciting and a bit nerve-wracking. I mean people I don't know might end up reading my thoughts. What will they think of me? I have no idea, but if anyone ever does read this blog, I will be honored.
Okay, so I'm off. I 've got to feed my son. His name is Isaac. You'll hear lots more about my family I assure you. Oh and please forgive me now for any mistakes in grammar, spelling, etc. I was not an english major :).
Peace be with you...
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