9.23.2013

Surreal...





It's not very often that I'm at a loss for words. Yet, here I sit, struggling to summarize what these pictures represent to me and my family.

It all started when my doctor looked me in the face and essentially said, "I can't help you until you lose the weight". I'd asked for help from my doctor (again) and was told (again): the weight is an issue. In my mind, I was still very capable with those extra 75 lbs. so this was a pretty lame excuse from my doctor. I finally wanted to be able to slap my hand down on the table and say, "I still have this issue!!! And, I'm not overweight!!! Now what!!!???"

When I was a teenager and young adult, my metabolism and activity level let me live an unhealthy lifestyle, but still feel good enough. I was an athlete, an outfitter (I packed mules and wrangled at a guest ranch for a couple of years), I trained horses. I'd never been a small girl, but I was fit and active. I did manage to get pretty tiny right before I got married, but I was also working 14 hours a day riding horses and taking 6 diet pills a day to do it. As soon as I stopped those, I gained it all back and then some.

Fast forward to 3 kids later, some serious post-partum depression and anxiety, a history of horrible eating habits, and I easily had 75 extra pounds hanging off of my 5'5" frame.

And let's face it, I wasn't really happy in my own skin. Sure, being a mom of lots of littles was rough in its own right, but having to pack around the extra weight - mentally and physically - was exhausting.

It was time to take my weight off the plate as an issue. One less thing to have to bother with - life is demanding enough as it is, let's simplify. In some ways, knowing I would have one less excuse for why I was upset or depressed or grumpy was scary. Being heavy is a burden to some; it was to me. If I got healthy, what could I blame my hang ups on? I would need to own up to what was really at the core of my issues.

I've always been good at whatever I try to do. School was easy. Sports were easy. Making friends was pretty easy. Public speaking was easy. I never shied away from a challenge. What I'm saying is, if I wanted to do it, I just did it. And pretty well for the most part.

But this weight thing had always owned me. I'd never, ever been able to talk myself off the ledge of emotional eating. I was so afraid of failing, I hadn't ever been willing to try. I don't fail. What if I did? Everyone would know that Traci is weak.

But, I was finally miserable enough to try. Quite coincidentally, I came upon this health coach person online and we talked. She "got" me. She knew me because she'd lived my life. She was real and authentic, but optimistic, while not being pushy.

I've dropped 95 pounds since I started the program. I could shout it's merits from the roof tops. I don't know of any other program (cause there's not) that is nutritionally complete, easy for anyone, encourages movement and exercise but doesn't demand it to be successful, is a no brainer guarantee way to lose weight in a healthy way. You just do the program and it works. No tracking, you don't have to measure, you can eat on the go, you can eat at the table, you can eat at a restaurant, exercise or don't - it works.

And to top it off, I've learned about my body, and how it works. I've learned what is best for me, as an individual. I've learned how I feel when I eat good vs. bad foods. I've learned how to educate my kids about health, and can teach them how to have a healthy relationship with food. I've learned how to deal with strong feelings without jumping off the food bridge into a bag of cheetos. I know that I can say no, and be better off for it. I've learned discipline which has had a ripple effect in my life - I'm more disciplined with my finances, my actions, my emotions. All the way around, this program has made me a better person.

When I look at those pictures, I can't really wrap my mind around it - did I really just do this? Only people on TV in those commercials or reality programs do this type of stuff. Not normal, weak, food slaves like me. And yet, I just woke up every day and did it. I made more good choices than bad.

I think that's what life is like, you know? You just make more of the choices that are going to lead you where you want to be and then, quite suddenly, you are there. Sure, there are some bumps and pot holes, probably a few detours, maybe a u-turn or twenty-seven, but you get there. When you stop to see where you've come from, you can almost hardly believe it.

I've found that people assume I've always been thin or "normal". They don't know how many times I've said no to fat and yes to lean. Or how many times my mouth watered while I watched my friends eat cake, knowing it was the better choice at the time, but my mouth still watered. We all do that. We see a person in their current state - good or bad - and make the ignorant assumption that this person has always been this way. What we don't know is what's lead them to this place. The blood, sweat, and tears they may have shed along their way. The triumphs and victories. Or the heart break and failure. We see a man who can dunk a basketball and we assume he's always had that skill. What we don't see is the hours he sprints to develop his calves and hours he lifts weights to improve his vertical leap and how he tries over and over and over again until his calloused fingers finally get above that rim. 

To be really honest, I kind of want to shout "I've lost 95 lbs. to everyone you see on the streets". Like, "Hi! How are you today? I LOST 95 LBS!!!!!!!!" Some might find it off-putting so I usually refrain, but don't think it doesn't cross my mind. 

There have been some fundamental behavior changes occur in my mind and heart. My whole outlook on life, and what I live for has shifted. Sure, I still have cravings and days when I want to eat food that isn't that great, but more often than not, I make the choice that makes my LIFE better. I'm not just content to bandaid the craving. I feel a great sense of peace knowing I'm armed to go forward, and be successful. I have all of the tools I need to make good choices, better choices, the best choices. I feel free from the burden of being consumed by food guilt. I feel empowered and liberated. I feel happy.

P.S. I just re-read this and it gives a strong "look at how awesome I am" vibe. Even though I do feel pretty awesome about it all, that isn't my objective here. My whole point, really, is that it's just been so worth it. That I really was a weak willed person when it came to food and somehow I managed to wrestle that weakness and learn that I'm in charge of me. That my success isn't situational. And mostly, that if someone like me, who was so vastly ill-equipped to start something so big and daunting, can do this - anyone can. Like training for a marathon. Or anything that takes a real effort and change. And I'm so happy that I did it. I mostly just want you guys to know that even if you feel like you will never, ever change the part of you that bothers you most - you can - if you really want and need to! You can do whatever you choose. That if little, old make-excuses-and-justify-it all-to-hell me could own up to what really needed to happen for this to work, that you (who are much better, I just know it) can do whatever it is that you haven't done yet for whatever reason. And you'll be super, duper happy too.

P.P.S. I just realized I completely forgot to tell you all what program I used. I did the Take Shape for Life program which is a division of Medifast. I've been on "program" for about 10-11 months now (Six before I got pregnant with the baby (our 4th girl, now 7 months old) and now another 5) so I do average just under 10 lbs. a month. You can actually check it out at www.riddle.tsfl.com.


9.06.2013


Emmy has speech two days a week. Each session is 1/2 an hour long. This is an extremely inconvenient amount of time. Class is too long to just sit around; class is too short to allow for anything productive to actually take place.

The school is across the street from a marvelous park and walking path. I've decided the best use of my 25 minutes is to power walk.

I put Sofia in the car seat and snap it into the stroller so she can see me the whole time. Then, I put my ear buds in and turn up my favorite beats - loud.

What I think I look like:



And sometimes, I accidentally dance a little bit because I forget that I'm in public, and no one else can hear my music.

What I really look like:


9.01.2013

Emmy 9.1.13

Here's an update on Emmy's speech progress:



(It's not really 6 minutes. I'm having a heckof a time using my camera to get videos published with Imovie. The actual video I shot is 3 minutes long - it plays twice. Sorry folks.)

8.14.2013

Randomness

I was reading a blog about a mom with a bunch of kids who was trying to do her school shopping and one thing led to another and by the end of it she was covered in poop and when she tried to run back inside the store to wash her hands she found the toilets were broken and when she got back out to the car she discovered all of the stuff she'd just shoved in the car (around the 5 boxes of crap her husband had left in there - thank you darling) had all fallen out on the road.

I like to listen to what some may consider inappropriate music. Mostly rap from my younger days, and perhaps a metal song or two sprinkled in for my listening pleasure. (But never around the children. Its my dirty secret, and I play it really loud when I'm alone. And even though it's always the radio edit version, I feel like a teenager and like I'm really cool and still relevant.)

Whilst I was reading about this mom's experience, I was reminded of a event in my own life. I was shopping in Home Depot. I could have been with a family member who was visiting. Maybe my sister? I don't remember, to be honest. Anyhow, I had the two kids, Lexi and Addie. And, while we were going about our merry business, Addie did some major business. I mean, like, all over her body. It was up her back and down her legs and in every nook and cranny. I think some may have even made it on the ceiling. There was no way I was going to get away with using wipes to clean the mess.

So, I considered my options, and decided to give her a bath. In the Home Depot bathroom. I stripped her down in one sink, filled another with some water, let her "play" a bit while cleaned the one I'd used to get her nekked (and good heavens it was n-a-s-t-y), washed her good and clean and dried her off with the paper towels.

And now, when I rap "The Humpty Dance", I rap, "I once got busy in a Home Depot bathroom."


8.11.2013

Where We're At: Sofia

Oh man, am I slacking. I typically write these little summaries of the kids every few months, and I haven't done much of anything for poor Sofia. Sure, I've taken lots of adorable pictures, but I haven't written much about her. Truthfully, I've done this in the past, in large part, as a way for me to revisit certain ages so that I can remember what worked and what didn't work. Sofia is our last so I really don't give a crap need to worry about that anymore.

But, I do wanna remember some of the little things that make her who she is as a baby. I have exactly 18 minutes so I'm gonna try to jam it all in.

Sofia is independent and driven. She is already trying to crawl and is successfully making her way around the house. She is 5.5 months old. All of my kids are early with their motor skills, but she is the earliest. I'm happy for her because she likes being able to get around. I'm sad for me because my life will suck for the next year while I try to wrangle her.






She eats Neocate because of milk/soy allergies. She doesn't eat much - maybe 4.5 oz every 3.5-4 hours. Sometimes, it's only 3.5 oz. She's horrible to feed. And I mean, it's just a pain to feed this kid. She looks around. She squirms. She tries to roll over. She's so uninterested in eating. She can't quite hold her own bottle or I'd just throw it at her and let her fend for herself. I really can't wait until she's off the bottle and at the table with us. We've started her on solids. Rice cereal was a problem so we waited a couple of months and went straight to sweet potatoes. She likes them and we'll be adding different foods here pretty quickly.

She still gets Prilosec three times a day. I still crack open the capsules and make our baby "crack" lines. I put each dose in cupcake liner and pour it into a syringe filled with apple juice. She loves it and her reflux is managed pretty well.

She does not sleep through the night. She still eats around 4 or 5 a.m. This is the longest we've ever had a kid need to eat in the middle of the night. We're kind of getting sick of it 'cause we really like to sleep and we want to start doing that again.




Sofia is a slobbery kid. And a spitty kid. Ugh. She spits up all. the. time. Super gross. If she wasn't my own kid, I wouldn't want anything to do with her. She is also a very loud child. She likes to yell. Not because she's sad or mad or hungry. Nope. She just likes to hear herself. She just straight.up.yells.

She is somewhat high maintenance in that she's not content to just hang out for very long in any one place. Again, with the independence and being driven. She's pretty much over this being a baby thing.



One milestone that has been life changing is that she doesn't hate the car anymore. In fact, when she's fussy and we're trying to get out the door, we put her in the car seat (she's back in the infant type you carry) and let her chill while we get organized. She rides quiet most of the time and is happy to hang out in there when we are doing errands, at church, etc. I'm super, duper, like doing a cartwheel happy about this because school starts tomorrow and driving around with a screaming baby is worse than water torture.

I happened to be reading a baby summary of Addie at this age and I could have almost just reposted it for Sofia. Addie was a little more easy going, but otherwise, they are identical. Sofia doesn't like to cuddle at all. She wants to face out. I still dream feed her and I'll try to sneak a cuddle in after she finishes her bottle. The minute I put her up on my shoulder to snuggle, she jerks her head up, and pushes away from me. I mean, from a dead-mouth-gaping-open sleep to straight-up-stiff-arming me. Then, she gets mad and cries. I put her in her bed, she rolls over, and falls immediately to sleep. She puts everything in her mouth. Her hunger and sleep cues are just like Addie's were - a mild whine that escalates to shrill screaming in a matter of minutes if she's not fed or put to bed when she's tired or hungry. She is a pretty smiley baby. She giggles a little bit now and then. When she's excited, she breathes in and out really fast and waves her arms wildly about.

We are all pretty enamored with this little girl - spit, slobber, and all. Her sisters are wonderful to her. They love her, squish her, and make her giggle. They genuinely enjoy her being in our family. She has really rounded out the bunch.

 As parents, we are more mature about the whole baby thing. We know it's finite. We know that the difficult moments are just that, moments. We know that it does, without a doubt, get better. That the rough patches last only days or a couple of weeks until she's onto the next thing. We know that we'll blink and it will be a year from now and she'll be a toddler, using words, and fighting for independence. We so look forward to doing all the things we've been waiting to do as we've been immersed in the "getting them here" phase. We're done with that mission, and now we're moving into the "enjoying our kids" phase. They are growing and becoming capable and trustworthy little humans. They are adventurous and eager to learn about and see what is going on in this world. There is something so fulfilling about being a family, building those bonds of suffering joy, and experiencing this life together. We're so glad that Sofia is finally here; she's completed us.



8.03.2013

Every Member a Missionary

Me {via FB to a long time friend of mine who does not belong to the LDS church}: Hey, We are going to the beach next Saturday. It's in Capitola (never been). It's with church so there will be gobs of kids there. It would be a long drive, but I want to extend the invite. We'll be bringing the canopy, food, games, etc. You'd just need to show up. I was thinking you guys could come here and we can go together - or if you'd rather not ride in a car with all of the loud kids, just caravan -. No pressure, but I keep thinking I should invite you so I am!

My friend: Oh that sounds like fun! Next Saturday as in the 10th? {insert smiley face}

Me: Yeah. New Brighton beach.

My friend: Don't think I've ever been there


A few minutes later...

My friend {tentatively - it's palpable, even in writing}: So tell me more about what is planned for that day? Just people hanging out or a church function?

Me {chuckling inside}: Just hanging out. I think there is going to be a sand castle contest, beach volleyball, and something else if people want to do it. Snacks provided.
But, the ocean is right there so we will be baptizing anyone we can capture and get into the water.

7.11.2013

Another Picture Post

The most fun way to learn our colors is to make rainbows out of fruit loops. Frosting for glue, of course!
Their very own mural wall.
Father's Day with Grandpa Tweet.

Day trip to Sunol. 

Addie posing in the river.
Lexi fell down in the water. She was not happy.
Emmy did not fall down in the water. She still was not happy.
Sofia was happy.
- 19 lbs.
- 1 tooth.
- 2 teeth
Giggles.

Fourth of July

Sno cones make them happy.

Sunflowers in the backyard.
This is not a bonfire.
It's fireworks.
Grandpa Bob taking his turn with the bambino.


 The end.



6.12.2013

An Actual Conversation

This was written to a friend of mine around 6 p.m.; for those of you unfamiliar with Medifast, 3 meals = 300 calories. I'd had 300 calories as of 6 p.m. (She is also on the plan so she totally understood what I was feeling.)

The baby had, literally, been crying all.the.live.long.day. If her eyes were open, she was crying.

 Let's not forget the other 3 kids I have who cannot do their own hair, make their own food, I still have one in diapers, dishes to be done, laundry to be washed, etc. etc...
That's no joke. My jean shorts and whatever man made crap fabric they are constructed of melted to my thighs. I had red burns under my shorts!
I STARTED MY PERIOD that very day.
Please, someone just feed me something.  As my friend said, "Just throw it in my mouth as I run by." I was depleted, deflated and near death.

And yet...



I didn't eat the pizza. 

5.20.2013

Picture Post

Sometimes, I want to reach into my computer and throttle Blogger by the neck. Tonight is one of those times. These pictures are all out of order. I don't have the time or patience to make them right. Maybe I'm discounting your intelligence. I'm sure you know the dirt came before the grass. Still drives me bonkers and I edit this post with dissatisfaction in my bosom. 

These kids just love helping Allen in the yard. There is almost no task they can't or won't do with him. Sure, it takes some extra time. But, what great memories!

Three months old today (May 20th). Woot! Woot! We survived.
I think I ruin her life every day.
Mini mom. I needed to check on Addie and when I came back, this is what I found.
Addison helped Allen until the job was done. She really is a good little worker.
Mostly uninterested. 
Everybody does their share of the work.
My glorious hydrangea. Every time, and I mean every.single.time. I go outside, I tell the girls, "Do you know how long I've wanted these plants in my yard? Ten years. I've waited ten years for a place to put them." The girls have started murmuring, "uh, huh, 10 years, sure mom..." when I start talking about them.
This is the correct way to unload a pallet of sod. Remember when we did it this way?

Our neighbors, who have become our good friends, came over to help.
More jumping rope.

Of her own volition, she grabbed her tools and went to work.






Within minutes, the kids were enjoying the new grass. Savannah and Addie are the exact same age and love having each other right next door to play with.  
Fascinated by the truck dropping off the sod.
Dan, Allen and Emmy hard at work.
We went to the police station with Addie's preschool class.  I didn't mean to, but I totally dressed Emmy in pinstripes. I think it's fitting.
Yay! The kids are in heaven.

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What started as a way to communicate with far away friends and family has become a place for this horse trainer/HR manager turned stay at home mom of 3 girls to hold on to a bit of her own identity. It's my take on the ins and outs, the ups and downs, the thoughts and feelings, the mistakes and triumphs of this family as we bumble our way to eternity.