31 Days to Build a Better Blog

This month, I am setting out on a personal challenge to build my blog! I have used Darren Rowse’s book “31 Days to Build a Better Blog” with past blogs and had great success!  This month, I’m going to blog about my progress as the month goes on. If you’re wondering how to get your site stats up and, more importantly, have a higher quality blog at the end of the month, I seriously recommend this book!  As a successful blogger told me last week, to be successful in this business, you have to be willing to make investments, just like any other company would! There is an accountability there when you know that you have paid money to improve your site that you don’t have when you’re relying solely on free information.

There was a time when I thought I could really make it without paying for any help. While there are still plenty of things I won’t pay for, education isn’t one of them!  If you want to take the challenge with me, get a copy of the book and hop on board!  Or, if you’ve started in the past and want to go again, dig up the file on your computer and join me!  Let’s see how much better we all are on October 1st!  Tomorrow, I will post a link-up for the month so those who want to take part in the challenge can support each other!

 

September 3 in 30

I’ve seen this posted all over the blogs I read on a regular basis but I’ve slacked off month after month, never finding the time to sit down and actually make goals for myself.  With the start of the school year, a change in attitude and a renewed focus on making ends meet while staying at home with Bubba, I figured it’s a good time to jump in!

 

In September, these are the three goals I am setting:

1. Getting our daily routine in order. I’m not going to go overboard with this in the first month as it will probably be a goal for many, many months, but I’m going to focus on after school/evening.  In the past, I have really slacked at getting dinner on the table at the same time each night and having a good bedtime routine for the kids.  My hope is to have dinner started at 5pm, eat by 5:45, then go for our walk, come home and start the bedtime routine.  I’m hoping to have the kids in their rooms at 7:30 so Bubba can start sleeping regular hours and Miss Mack can have a little quiet time to read before lights out.

2. Set “working” hours. Anyone who has had me design a site for them can tell you that this summer I have been pretty much willing to stay up all night if necessary to get things done.  While I still want to focus on giving great service and delivering something I can be proud of, the insanity has to stop!  I need to remember that most businesses don’t operate with one person working around the clock and neither can I!

3. Figure out what to do with Bubba during the day. Recently, I have received criticism for not having him in daycare, at least part time, so he can get the social interaction and structured learning they could offer.  Well, that’s not in the cards for us right now, but I’m going to try to set up some playdates and find time each day to work with him on different things.  If anyone has suggestions for what to do with a 2 year old, I’d love to hear!

I’m looking forward to finally linking up with the other participants and working to make October 1st be the day I look back and say, “I did it!”

{Wordless Wednesday} It Seems So Long Ago…

Squishing the Negativity Like a Nasty Bug

Last night (or this morning, depending on semantics), I was finding new blogs to read and follow when I came across this post from The Last Degree.  Two things popped into my mind as soon as I started reading.  First, I have filled my life with dwelling on what I don’t have, what I can’t afford, what bills are overdue, what I haven’t accomplished during the day, week, year, etc.  And it’s not really working for me.  The negativity really is attracting more negativity, until the point where I can’t see the positive things very often.  I’m trying to start working on that one negative thought at a time.  I’m trying to replace the negative with something positive in order to fill myself with positivity and peace.  I’m sure this is the point where Hubs would start rolling his eyes if he read my blog.

The other thing that hit me is that I haven’t meditated in months now and I miss it.  At the beginning of the year, I would meditate every night and went to bed feeling so peaceful. Then, when I came back to Christ, I gave up meditation because I no longer felt comfortable with it.  You see, many of the guided meditation tracks I had spoke of gods and goddesses and I felt that was wrong for a Christian.  So, instead of finding a form of meditation that wouldn’t create inner turmoil, I gave it up completely.  I’m going to start making time every night for meditation, carefully choosing what I listen to.  What sucks  is the fact that there are certain aspects of the meditation I was listening to that truly made sense and struck a chord.  I wish there was a way to feel comfortable with what worked without feeling like I am going against my faith!

In other news, tonight is the last non-school night of the summer.  Tomorrow night at this time, Miss Mack will hopefully be fast asleep, ready to get up on Thursday and start her first day of kindergarten.  For as much as I have said this month that I’m ready for her to go back to school, I’m a little sad that we won’t get to hang out anymore!  I’m just hoping that we can all fall back into a good routine so she has a great year!

My A__ is like a tilt a whirl… and other randomness at 2am

–Yes, this really was a status update of mine today on Facebook!  The updated ended with, “there’s only room for so many people at a time.  Please move to the back of the line and take your turn!”

–Have you ever had a day like that, where it just feels like everyone is jumping on and no one wants to get off?  Yep, that was my Monday!  By noon, I had hit my breaking point and really wished I had turned around and gone back to bed as soon as I woke up. But, I gutted through it, didn’t lose my temper and wound up having a pretty good day.  All because I refused to let the monkeys bring me down!

–You know why it was a bad day?  Because it started out with no coffee.  Well, I did wind up having coffee, but only after I ran to the store in my pajamas (not going to break routine enough to get dressed before coffee) with Miss Mack in tow, asking for every single thing in the store.  I only caved to her once, and that was for multi-grain Cheerios.  Seriously, if she wants to eat healthy, who I am, even in my under-caffeinated sense, to deny her??

–The apartment looks like a tornado went through.  Almost literally.  As I peek around the side of the desk, I can see a Dora table flipped upside down, a box of fleece that has gone everywhere and a laundry basket sitting empty while the clothes cover the carpet that is in dire need of shampooing.  So, rather than going to bed early tonight (yeah, I know, it’s already 2am) I think I’m going to try to make a dent while Bubba sleeps and Miss Mack enjoys one last night with Nana before school starts.

–Today’s adventure with Bubba was a peanut butter bath.  Again.  Miss Mack made herself a sandwich, and while I was on the phone, Bubba got into it and covered half of his body in the greasy sticky goo.  You know how hard it is to carry a toddler to the bathtub when he’s covered in peanut butter?  First, you have to find a couple of peanut butter free inches in which to grab him.  Then, you have to keep him from sliding out of your not so great grasp because that stuff is oily!  Seriously, what is it with this boy and covering himself in stuff?  Miss Mack never did that!

–You know it’s time to clean the laundry room when the 2 year old uses the boxes beside the washer as stepping stones to get at everything you won’t let him play with.  And what’s even more fun to a 2 year old is opening the washer and putting wax strips in there.  I think I got them all out before putting the laundry into the dryer.  Yes, I’m an awful mother for not being right on top of him and realizing that was going on.  I’m pretty sure that was when I was telling two 6 year old girls that it was NOT okay, under any circumstances, to tie clean laundry to everything in Miss Mack’s room to use as “party decorations.”

–There are days I seriously wonder if we will all survive until the kids are grown and out of the house!

End of the First Week

Today is officially the start of my second week on ViSalus!  I had some good days and some really bad days so I had no clue what the scale was going to tell me this morning.  I was pleasantly surprised to see it say 254!  That’s four pounds down in the past week.  I know that the first couple of weeks are usually the best weeks, but that’s a damned good number for someone who hasn’t lost in over 2 year.  Seriously, I think the last time I lost any weight was when Bubba was born.  Ever since then, it’s been a slow climb on the scale.

Yesterday, I added exercise into the mix and I’m looking forward to making that a habit.  Now, I just hope Mother Nature cooperates with me and doesn’t send a massive heat wave this way!  I’m a big weenie when it comes to going out in the heat.  I think it has something to do with already being hot and worn out in the apartment since we don’t have central air and live upstairs.  I figured it out last night, and I think 100 miles of walking in September is a good goal!  I’m going to use Map My Ride to see keep track of exactly how far I go each day.

I’m not feeling as hungry as I thought I would.  In the past, when I’ve tried any sort of meal replacement shakes, I didn’t feel satisfied, I hated the taste and I quit pretty quickly.  With ViSalus, I’m learning to make my own shake flavors depending on my mood and it’s amazing!  In the past week, I’ve had chocolate orange, chocolate banana, straight sweet cream, strawberry, mixed tropical fruit and mocha.  For lunch today, I’m thinking of trying chocolate strawberry, YUM!!!

It’s interesting, since I decided to be honest with myself about where things stand and put it all out there on here, I’ve heard from many other women and it feels like a little support group growing. I’m realizing that I’m not alone in this club of women over 250 in a world where 150 is seen as being overweight by many!  I’m loving it!!

That Little Girl Ran Me Hard!!

Today, I resolved that I was going to do everything by the book for my new diet, I was going to drink my water, NOT drink soda AT ALL, enjoy my shakes and one sensible meal, and mostly, I was going to exercise.  So, after making dinner (that I didn’t eat because I’m not a fan of some Hamburger Helper flavors and really don’t like the one Miss Mack picked out) and cleaning up while the kids ate, I got Bubba into his stroller and we headed out the door.

First of all, I have to add that before putting Bubba in his stroller, I got him ready for bed.  I knew that we were going out close to bedtime and was praying that the fresh air would wipe him out a bit.  This may become my new favorite time of the day because he was a trooper about going to bed when we got home!

Anyway, Miss Mack asked if she could ride her bike.  Sure, why not?  Next, she asked if she could ride her bike to school this year.  She’s too young to ride alone, so this will be two built in walks for me and Bubba every day.  Sure, why not?  So, I suggested that we practice riding to school.  About 2/3 of the way there, I suggested that we turn around, partly because I realized that this was a long ride for a little girl who doesn’t have her training wheels off yet (shut up, we’re working on it!) and partly because this was a long walk for a mama who is still over 250 pounds and NOT used to taking long walks.  Nope, she wanted to go all the way to school.  OK, why not?

When we got within a block of the school, Bubba was getting restless.  I was trying to figure out how I was going to keep him calm until we got home because once he loses it, he’s lost it and there’s no turning back!  Right about then, Miss Mack says, “Mommy, catch me!” and takes off on her bike as fast as she can.  Seeing as how we were on a low traffic residential street and no one was outside, I decided to run after her!  Oh yeah, have I mentioned that smoking is the vice I still have to get rid of?  So, here’s my 256 pound smoker’s backside running down the street wearing jeans, a tank top and a really ill-fitting bra!  BUT IT WAS FUN!!!!  Yep, I had a blast chasing her!  She had a blast being chased.  And Bubba just thought it was fun to be going fast, even when the bumps in the sidewalk jostled him.

So, we walked around the schoolyard while I tried to catch my breath and turned to head home.  Right away, Miss Mack decides it’s time to play chase again.  This time, I decided I wasn’t going to stop until the end of the block.  I made it, but was starting to wonder if an EMT lived close because I didn’t have my phone on me!  She took it easy on me the next block, then decided it was time to go again.  And I was determined I was NOT going to tell her I couldn’t do it because the kids were both having a blast!

Not even half-way home, Miss Mack hit the wall.  She tried telling me she couldn’t go any further.  I told her she’d have to sleep on the sidewalk then because I couldn’t carry her home.  She told me I was mean.  I told her I was just telling her how it was.  And she found it in her to go again.  The rest of the ride home was a bit rough, her little legs were tired!  But, when it was all said and done, my little 6 year old rode her bike over 1.5 miles and Bubba and I walked with her.  Now, I’m looking forward to getting over 3 miles a day in taking her to school.  She wants to keep walking at night too, so who knows how much more active we’re going to be from now on!

Sexist or Common Sense?

So, tonight we wound up in the ER with Hubs.  According to the doctor, his ear drum is perforated to “impressive” proportions.  I’m pretty sure that’s not something you want to hear and it’s not meant as a compliment.  The good news is, Hubs’ ear drum is all messed up and he didn’t hear it!

After the doctor left, I had plenty of time to sit and think about nothing at all since my phone battery was dying and Hubs was watching a poker tournament, something I find slightly less entertaining than golf and slightly less contrived (from the “announcer” standpoint) than wrestling.  After I got over my excitement that our late night trip to the ER was going to end with a trip to Walgreens at 1am on Sunday morning (and subsequently realized I may have a slight addiction to couponing since I was thinking about what I might be able to stake out and score while I should have been thinking about poor Hubs and his nasty ear), then realizing that meant nothing because I didn’t think to grab my binder on the way out the door to the ER, I had to find something else to fill my little mind…

Why is it that every time I have set foot in a hospital, the nurse goes through this long list of questions about my safety at home, almost like if she asks enough different ways she’ll catch me covering up some dark secret about my (non)abusive home life, and yet, when Hubs goes to the ER, he’s never asked if he feels safe at home?

In our case, perhaps it’s common sense.  I don’t think he’s ever been to the hospital without me there to drive him home, so they see that he has about 6 inches and over 100 pounds on me. Yes, I know that doesn’t necessarily mean that I couldn’t abuse him but rather I’m smarter than to assume that any man would just sit there and let someone beat on him.  But still, they never ask. What about all the men who are more equally matched with their mates in size and strength?  Are they asked?  Shouldn’t the hospital be as concerned for their welfare as that of their female patients?

I will never forget the time I was in triage while I was pregnant with Miss Mack.  The nurse asked me the battery of questions while Hubs and Nana were in the room.  Normally, they ask everyone to step out while they “go through some routine questions,” but not this time.  As I answered her questions, honestly, I couldn’t help but wonder why she would think I would have been so honest if the answers had been different. Would you tell a stranger you were being abused in the presence of your (likely) abuser and your step-mom?  Probably not! Then again, that was also the same nurse who was eventually kicked out of my L&D room when Miss Mack was born because her bedside manner matched her sense of timing and propriety.

But seriously here, are men asked if they feel safe and it’s just common sense that they don’t think to ask my husband or do hospitals not place the same attention to the plight of abused men as they do to abused women?  Now, it’s 2:30am and I really want an answer to this question.  Seriously. Because if men aren’t asked, I’m not sure that’s right!

I'm Not a Damned Coupon Blog but…

I swear, I have no intentions of becoming a coupon blogger.  I love my coupon blogging friends and would much rather leave the deal finding up to them!  But from time to time, a deal comes along that’s worth passing on! That’s how I’m feeling about this one from Tippr! If your kids are anything like mine, you go through about 27,000 bandages a year between the ones that they actually need and the ones for boo-boos that are so small they aren’t seen by the naked eye.  So, if I can get some absolutely adorable ones to hide and only bring out for the bad owies, I’m taking it!

I can’t wait to get my voucher and pick out some cute bandages for Miss Mack!  I’m thinking of Hello Kitty and Macaroni and Cheese!  If you want to get your voucher, to to Tippr and sign up.  When you sign up, you get a $5 credit which can be used for the $5 purchase on these, making them free before shipping!

Thanks to Amber at Cut, Clip, Save for passing this on!

Taco Pizza Is Like Diet Food

Okay, so maybe not, but it was good!  Yep, I have officially had the first bad day of my diet that’s not even a week old.  I blame the sleep deprivation and stress!  Start off with a toaster strudel and donut for breakfast, one brought to me by Miss Mack and the other by Hubs and combine that with the inability to think before shoveling and it was just bad!  So, what’s a girl to do?  Top it off with pizza, of course!  My logic is that I threw the day away and can’t change it, so I might as well have something else I enjoy and vow to make tomorrow better.  Of course, tomorrow is really today since it’s 4:20 in the morning and I’m still up.

There was a time, not very long ago, when a day like today would have completely derailed my plans for success.  Maybe my attitude isn’t as crappy and blah as I thought if I can find something to fight for like getting healthy for myself and my kids!  And speaking of the kids, maybe this will help teach Miss Mack that when you don’t succeed, you keep trying.  When you do something bad, you remember it and try to do better.  Hey, my taco pizza just turned into a learning lesson for my daughter!  Too bad she wasn’t home for the taco pizza part of it…

If you’re trying to lose weight, what do you do on the bad days?  What do you do to get past them?  Seriously, I’m dying for some advice here!  Oh, and taco pizza is a health food because it had refried beans (protein) and was smothered in delicious fresh veggies!  See, healthy!  And, when you add in the cheese, crust and meat, you have a completely balanced meal.