Project Momma: 9 Weeks

Please give me patience.  This past week was pretty crazy.  My kids were probably the normal dramatic 4-year-old Princess and restless 2-year-old Super Hero that they always are, but I had an off-week.  Oh yeah, not to mention my angel baby 2-month-old, she's an amazing baby, but when I have no patience, I don't even have patience for a super-easy baby.  

My husband was out of town for a few days and I yelled quite a bit louder than I ever have before.  I even got to the point where I said something like, "Lucy, if you ask me 'why?' one more time I will not answer you." I may have left them screaming in their beds as I sat down to a 2-serving bowl of my really good ice cream. 

Sure, there are times when you have days like that, but it lasted most of the week, even after Ryan came back into town.  You know, when you have moods that you really don't want to change.  You know you're in a bad mood, but you just want to sit in it for a while.  To top it all off, I started waking up with a sore throat near the end of the week and didn't feel like working out for a few days.  

I woke up this morning and went through a whole routine to make sure that my weekly weigh-in was "accurate" (post-morning pee, pre-water drinking) and I was down a pound.  Shouldn't I be happy?  Nope, I was bummed that I wasn't down two pounds.  So dumb. 

The problem is, I don't work out to lose weight, (it's a nice side-effect), I work out because I feel sooooo much better when I do.  This morning as I went for a run and I was listening to "Phoenix" one of my favorite songs to run to, I looked up at this super-long hill and I felt like I could conquer anything.   After thirty minutes of serious intervals up and down hills, I felt so much better.  

My conclusion: I'm not going to weigh myself every week. 

I haven't ever weighed myself regularly, especially not right after I've had my babies.  It has taken me 6 months to lose all the weight with my first two.  I don't know how much I weighed at this point, but it's a little depressing and it's not something that I need to worry about.  

With that said here are the SUCCESSES I had this week for the things that I had control of.

Selfie: 

Food Goal: I think it's safe to say that my five fruits and veggies a day is more like a habit and a way of life now.  I LOVE it!  I had five days of meeting that goal, no sweat.  The other days were pretty close, and I'm feeling awesome about it.  

As for my ten treats this week, I ate twelve and a half.  But I am super proud of myself.  Not only was this the week of Easter (candy everywhere), but it was a week of a ward party that I made cookies for and then attended.  When I had almost met my limit, I attended a wedding reception that had just about every dessert possible and I only had one.  Oh yeah, and I had to save some desserts for my General Conference rolls.  And did I mention that it was a pretty emotional week?  I am so proud of myself that I only had twelve and a half.  So there's that.

Fitness Goals:  I did seven push-ups, and I held a plank for a minute and a half.  Boo-yah.  My new goal is to speed up my 3-mile run.  I'm actually going to run a 5k (3.1 miles) in about a month and would love to get a sub 28-minute time. I need a new goal that I can focus on and push towards so I can measure progress, so that's it.  

Spiritual Moment: While I was having this super-emotional, impatient week as a mom, I got to end it watching eight hours of General Conference on Easter weekend, double bonus.  I haven't been able to sit down and watch the whole thing for a while.  I even took some notes!  At the end of the sessions, they played some family ads, you know the "Family, isn't it about time?" type ads.  I watched a a few of them thinking, "Yeah?  Why doesn't the dad play with his kids more?"  And then they played the one where the mom didn't take time to play with her kids.  I felt a little guilty.  Not only did I have no patience with my kids this week, but when did I ever take time to play with them.  Since then, I have tried to take a few minutes where I sit and play "family" or pretend like we're riding in a train, or role-playing"Anna and Elsa."  I'm not great at it and it doesn't last that long, but I feel like I'm trying.  

I clicked through some of the Church's ads after watching some of these.  You have probably seen this one around Mother's Day, but I needed a little reassurance this week.  Enjoy Momma ad.  Warning: I have watched it three times in the past two days and I cried every time.