Today and erryday.
And in case you need a little laugh today.
(photo stolen from my facebook feed)
Today and erryday.
And in case you need a little laugh today.
(photo stolen from my facebook feed)
Here’s a numbered list.
2. Hot Yoga. I yoga it up 3-4 times a week. I started doing it for my lower back which began experiencing some major pain once Nora hit 10 pounds. I still have some soreness if I’m carrying her for a couple hours like I did at a birthday party this past weekend, but for the most part my back ain’t whack any more. Seriously, I feel like I’m 14 again. I can easily squat down to pick stuff up and my knees don’t feel creaky at all. I realize this makes me sound like I’m 31 going on 90, but the increased flexibility and decrease in joint pain I’ve experienced is nothing short of amazing. Yoga is great and add in a little nausea and dizziness from the 100+ degree temps and who wouldn’t want that? For you locals, I go to Indigo Hot Yoga and it’s the only place I’ve ever been that doesn’t have a funky smell. If you’ve ever been to a hot yoga studio, you know what I’m talking about.
4. I cut my hair. I experienced the dreaded post partum hair loss for about 6 weeks. The hairs were just falling out left and right. I couldn’t do anything without finding stray hairs where they shouldn’t be - on Nora’s bottle, in my food, clogging up every single drain in the house. My hair chop started innocently enough with a Chungish (a la Alexa) tousled cut, but I went back to the salon for the full monty angled cut a few weeks later. I already regret not having long hair but the practicality of a short hair can’t be beat for my current life stage and phase of hair regrowth. Seriously, check out my baby hairs that have started to grow back. I usually keep them strategically hidden with my side part. Center parts are for people with all their hair.
5. Baby. Have I mentioned that? I’m finally entering the phase of having a baby where I’m starting to forget just how freaking hard those first 3 months were. I even find myself contemplating having another child one day. I swore Nora would have to be an only child because on night 37 of no sleep, I could not comprehend how people EVER had more than one kid. And while I do want more kids one, I then remind myself the only time I really have to myself is the hour between 8 and 9 pm when I eat and try to watch some tv but ALWAYS fall asleep on the couch by 8:45. Oh, and the hour from 5:30-6:30 am when I’m writing this and hoping that Nora please, please, please doesn’t wake until 6:30.
And actually, I hear her now. Gotta roll, trillas. It feels good to be back :).
I’m not sure if this is the right time or the right day, but there is something about this here blog and the tumblr community that I really miss. I miss it a lot more than I thought I would. I want to have this blog and I want to be here. I love the creative outlet this place provides and when I started this blog and had exactly zero readers, I loved fashioning posts out of pictures and words that interested me. I loved reading about other peoples’ thoughts and ideas and favorites. I love the people that this blog has brought into my life.
I think part of the problem I ran into was that instagram was tumblr was facebook was twitter was pinterest. And that is boring and actually the opposite of creative. And if I’m posting the exact same stuff on every site and just tallying the likes and hearts and comments, well… ew. I don’t want to be that person. I don’t want to take pictures of my brunch with carefully place silverware and strategic bites in the french toast just for the sake of a blog picture. I’m not going to search for the perfect fall leaves to take a picture of my baby in (actually not sure if I’m really going to post pictures of my baby here. That’s what instagram is for, doi.)
My priorities are family, career, lots of other things, blog. But I want to be back here in some capacity…
(however small or large, and it probably won’t be like it used to because let’s be real… life has not done a 180, it’s done a 360 several times in a row, and looks very different than it did 6 months, a year, 5 years ago. I don’t know what this space will be but I want it to be something.)
…will you have me?
I started this blog almost five years ago. I had moved with my husband and my dog back to the town I grew up in. I had three years living at the beach, a new MBA, and a new job under my belt. Over time, this blog saw and shared a lot of memories, one switch to wordpress and back to tumblr, the occasional anon-meanie (or the frequent if we harken back to December 2012. ouch), the purchase of my first home, the start of several new and amazing friendships, the birth of my first child, and the list goes on.
This past month started off really, really, really busy and throw a few unexpected life happenings into the mix, and well, it would have been a lot to handle even if I didn’t have an infant child, but I do so the only time I had to myself was when (and if) I was sleeping. Things have calmed down a lot and everything is settling back in to a manageable pace. Truthfully, I could make time to blog again, but the thing is… I don’t want to. My free time is still limited and what little I do have, I’d rather spend working on my newly rekindled love of hot yoga, trying a new recipe in the kitchen, squeezing the goodness out of summer nights on our back deck, staring at my daughter’s smile and trying to help her practice her new laughing skills (best. thing. ever.), or working my way through the stacks of my favorite interior design magazines that have been accumulating on my coffee table since April. It’s not you, it’s me. Really.
Taking a break from my not-self-imposed blog hiatus to answer this question. I just hope I’m not too late and your little bambina is still cozy in your tummy.
As for packing the hospital bag, oy. When I went into labor (almost 4 weeks early), all the clothes that still fit me were in the washer. I threw them in the dryer for about 30 minutes before just shoving the whole lot of damp clothes in a bag and getting to the hospital. So, I probably don’t have the greatest advice on what to pack, but I can definitely tell you what I actually used at the hospital:
1. A robe. My mom brought me a whole slew of goodies from Target the morning Nora was born. Among them was a robe in a pretty purple made of the softest t-shirt-like material. I rarely changed out of my hospital provided gown because I didn’t want to ruin my own clothes and the nurses were having to come in and check me all the time anyways, so having a cute robe was great to throw on when visitors came by.
2. You’ll also want something comfy to leave the hospital in. I wore my favorite yoga pants and a sweater. Or take a page from the Duchess and opt for a loose dress.
3. Underwear. Buy some cheap cotton underwear in a size larger than you’d normally wear and plan to throw it away after wearing it. I’m not going to explain this one, but you’ll thank me later.
4. New mom bottom spray. I greatly preferred this over the hospital-provided medicinal one.
5. A nursing pillow (like boppy or my brest friend). This is great to have instead of trying to wedge a hospital pillow into a position that supports your arm while you try to nurse.
6. Two pillows for you. One pillow so you can rest your head on it, and another so you can cradle it or put it between your legs while your rest and/or are in labor.
Those were things I was definitely glad to have, other things you’ll want are your basic hygiene products, makeup, toothbrush, etc. and anything you think you’ll want while you labor (like a ball or some music).
For post partum clothes, I lived and died in Victoria Secret yoga crops with a fold over waistband and v-neck tees. I have three pairs of crops and five tees that I just rotated over and over and over. I didn’t leave the house for the first four weeks I was home with Nora, and when I did, I still wore these with a scarf and long cardigan.
I hope that helps! Any other mamas have some tips for this soon-to-be mama?
but not a lot of time.
Life got cray-cray in an unexpected way the past few weeks.
I don’t even know where to begin but I know I need to take some time to catch my breath before I can tell you everything I’ve been thinking.
p.s. I’m not trying to be vague. Life is literally cray and I feel like I have 0.0 seconds to do anything for myself. There is no big announcement or anything like that, just a lot of thoughts about things going on in my head and if I can’t record them on my blog, then where? I hope to make some time soon. In the meantime, hi!
I received a few samples of these Dr. Dennis Gross tan towelettes in the Clarisonic Summer Essentials package (c/o) available exclusively at Nordstrom and I am obsessed with them. They exfoliate while at the same time providing the most even and natural looking color this fair skinned, freckle faced/armed/legged girl has EVER had. Plus they are super easy to apply and dry super fast. I’ve been on the self tanning train since 9th grade, which for those counting was in 1996, and I feel like I have tried almost every self tanning product on the market. There are some really good ones out there that I like, but this is hands down my favoritey-fave-fave one ever. You can buy it here.
And you can get the Clarisonic Summer Essentials package here. Which, if you’re in the market for a Clarisonic, you should totally get. You get a Clarisonic Plus which has a face brush AND a body brush, and you also get a whole slew of luxury tanning products to try out. It’s a really great deal if you’ve been considering a Clarisonic (which is an awesome thing to have. I loved my Mia for years before upgrading to this one).
Hooray! I’ve finished up the first month on this fit and fab journey. Well, technically, since I didn’t start until June 10, I only had three weeks of June devoted toward my fitness goals. These past three weeks, I strived to get my diet under wraps and start a regular fitness routine. And I’m happy to say I achieved both of those.
With the exception of vacation last week (more on that impact on my weight loss later), I ate a diet built around lean proteins, vegetables and fruits. I eliminated most processed foods in my diet; the main culprits being frozen yogurt and potato chips.
I wanted to get back to some kind of exercise routine and my goal was to get in three fitness sessions each week. Between walking on my lunch breaks twice a week and doing Tracy Anderson’s post pregnancy DVD on the weekends, I did it! Yesterday, I even popped in a Tracy Anderson dance cardio DVD and hoo-boy am I sore today!
Lost one pound. womp womp. For those counting, that means the scale this morning read 154. It’s less than I had hoped, especially considering that before leaving for vacation, I was actually down four pounds. It was really hard to stick to a diet while on vacation because I didn’t have the same time and availability to prep my foods, and when you’re eating large family meals with 11 other adults, it’s really hard to be too picky about the burgers and potato salad that someone else put time and energy into making for you and are now serving to you. Sure, I know those can be chalked up to excuses, but you know what else? I was on vacation. I wanted to enjoy myself without overindulging too much and I did just that and don’t feel guilty about it.
I had originally intended to post photos as well, but I’ve been tending to a sick baby the past few days as well as unpacking and gearing up for the work week, so that didn’t happen. I think I’ll just post before and afters in September when I hopefully wrap up this journey. Hope that’s okay with you!
One of the things that really gets my butt in gear when it comes to eating right and exercising is that I remind myself that this day/week/month will pass. I try to take a very pragmatic viewpoint and remind myself that eventually I will be at the end of the day. Or it will be Friday. Or it will one day be July 4th. Then, I look at my available time and realize, I can either use the next hour sitting on the couch watching My Strange Addiction on Netflix, or I can get up and do some exercise and then watch My Strange Addiction on Netflix. That segment of time will pass no matter what. And the truth is that there is not a single other person on earth who really gives a sh*t what I do with it. No one cares if I exercise. No one cares if I eat the grilled chicken instead of the fried chicken. No one. So, if it’s to get done, I need to care about it. You know what they say: if you want something done, you just gotta do it yourself.
My goal for July is to lose 6 pounds. This is more than 1 pound a week, but less than 2. It’s aggressive but doable in a healthy way. I know it will require focus and determination and I’m up for the challenge.
Now tell me, how did your June shape up? (pun intended)