Mommy, can you fix my tummy?

The alarm just went off for my last mid-week training run and my daughter comes in the bedroom, "Mommy, can you fix my tummy?". Ugh! My mind races....
~ Bug was sent home earlier in the week for puking.
~ This is going to mess up her perfect attendance.
~ What about the retirement party tonight.
~ I need to go run 3 miles.
~ Puke is gross.


I gave her some Sprite and put her back in bed. Before I could get on my running shoes and try out my new MEDIUM size pants, the puking started. It's not a lot, but in this teacher's world, any puking means no school. I hold her hair while she pukes. She starts to cry because....
~ This will mess up her perfect attendance.
~ She'll never know how the Boxcar Children: Case of the Missing Painting ends cause they are suppose to finish it today.
~ There is a talent show meeting that she hassss to go to.
~ Puking is gross.


I get on the computer and e-mail the talent show teacher to say that she still wants to be in the show but will miss the meeting, check and am relieved to see that our local library has the book she wants to hear the ending of (I'll pick it up after school), and come up with the idea to print her an amazing *Almost* perfect attendance award. 


ALL of this before my first cup of coffee. Life is busy. Sometimes things don't go as planned. I will fit in my run by flexing my "lunch" to the end of the day and running before I come home and hubby has to go to work. I'll miss the party. Life goes on. There will be so many people, I doubt that I'd be noticed. What, what if, I get sick on the day of my 1/2? Can't think about that right now. The good news is that Bug's only lasted a day, so hopefully Babycakes will be back at school tomorrow (it is Field Day after all). 


I'm so thankful that I get to be a mom and take care of my babies. I am also thankful that I am in a place with my weight loss/maintenance where I no longer feel like the day is "ruined" just because I can't run as planned. Life happens. I exercise and eat healthy so that life can continue to happen. :)


Gotta go clean out the puke bucket. 


~Kari

Easter Candy Fail

I am eating too much Easter candy.  There, I said it. Now I can move on. 


I've been thinking a lot about food lately and it's role in how my body performs. If my nutrition is not lined up with my healthy living goals (running, maintaining weight, being able to button my jeans, etc), then this battle will remain continuous. I do fine with day to day eating and I'm coming to realize that that is because it's a very controlled environment. On a *typical* afternoon you will open my fridge and find: cheese sticks, yogurt, eggs, and veggies. My pantry is filled with fiber one bars, popcorn, and whole wheat pasta. I can't eat what I don't buy and long gone are the days of stopping by the grocery store just to get a candy bar or going through Jack in the Box for a "snack" before dinner.


My mind totally sees the connection between what I eat, how I feel, and how my body performs. Even after nearly 3 years of counting calories and watching my weight, the urge to grab another handful of jelly beans has not disappeared. Is it just a habit? Am I trying to fill a hole? What drives me to continue to snack on foods that I know don't propel me towards my goals?


Food is hard. It's everywhere. I need it to survive. The answer seems so simple- just don't buy Easter candy. Don't take this as an excuse, but I really wonder how my children will ever learn self control if I banish all "desserts" from the home. Will they grow up hiding candy under the beds because mommy has banned all candy? I talk with them a lot about having a small piece and then no more until (random time frame). We talk about having a healthy snack if they are still hungry. Should my lack of self control when it comes to sweets dictate how they are given treats? Not a lot of answers tonight.....


~Kari

The Things My Kids Say

Bug (my 4 year old): Mommy, why do you run?
Me: Because it makes my heart feel better
Bug: Oh, then you should run to the doctor and he could help.

(I love that kid!)

Sissy (my 6 year old): Mommy, I'm hungry in the head, but not in my stomach.
Me: What are you hungry for?
Sissy: Um, I guess I'm not really hungry. Can I have a Fruit by the Foot?


My daughter's comment is way deeper and the root of my weight gain. I did have a great follow-up conversation with Sissy about how sometimes we just think that we are hungry because we are bored, tired, happy or sad and that we need to think before we eat to see if we are really hungry. My point is that my kids are talking about healthy eating and exercise and I LOVE this!