Sunday, May 27, 2012

Why hormonal people are the best...


I love hormonal people. Really. I do. I’m not being sarcastic.

You want evidence? I voluntarily taught toddler and middle school girls in my past professional life. Oh yeah… middle school girls. Yup. I’m a glutton for hormonal punishment.

Did you know that the hormonal influxes of a toddler are the same (in relative size) as those for a teenager? I read that somewhere and I totally believe it.  One minute happy, the next in turmoil. A moment of perfection, then WHAM… total and utter devastation. And no, it’s not all women. I know plenty of women that are emotionally stable. I just don’t happen to be one of them. Wait, very few of my close friends are either. Hmmm… I wonder if that means something.

So, why do I love hormonal people? I’m so glad you asked.

1-      You never wonder where you stand with them. Really. This is huge. None of this “I’m fine” BS, followed by a passive aggressive consequence later, when you least expect it. Why wait when you could inform that person of your feelings right now? And while being the recipient of a hormonal person’s monologue may not be fun… at least you know what they think. It’s better than the alternative.

2-      Their emotion is a driving force unlike no other. Think about an untimed race. Do you hurry? No way... why would you rush? It’s not like there’s a reason. You’d take your time. But emotions are high stake and provide a fantastic incentive to a finish line, even if that finish line is only in your head.  Hormonal/emotional people are capable of achieving huge goals when they are driven by their desires. I’ve both seen it and experienced it.

3-      They make you feel more comfortable in your current, fabulous, flawed state. They are REAL. They flip out over events that don’t warrant the time and attention. They cry like hell at sappy movies. They make bad choices and have to apologize for them later. It’s much easier to be happy, just the way you are, when you are with them.

4-      They say the funniest things. And if they have sense of humor to appreciate it, you can tease them about it later. That’s so much fun… as long as you are willing to be teased back at some later point.

 Are you a fellow victim of the crazy hormones? You are? Great!!!!! Happy to know you!

Saturday, May 26, 2012

Adieu extra pounds!


Recently, a friend and former colleague posted on her blog, announcing to the world that she had joined Weight Watchers. She poured her heart out, proclaiming that it wasn’t about looking sexy in the size 2 dress (although she wouldn’t complain if that happened in the processJ).  She talked about not feeling “right” in her own body, about clothing not fitting, and about not feeling healthy.



I was in shock.  Had I had the courage to write out my thoughts, I could have written that blog for her. Word for word. I sat immobilized for about 5 minutes and then I started looking online. I joined Weight watchers the next morning.



And I didn’t do it to look sexy in the size 2 dress. Really? When was I ever a size 2? In Middle school? I did it because I want to dance at my kids’ weddings. I want to chase them over rocks and play soccer with them, without losing my breath in 10 seconds. I want to fit into regular sized clothing. I want to live to 100 years old with my wonderful husband and meet our grandkids together. Maybe even dance at their weddings.



I also had to confess, out loud, that this is not just baby weight. Sure, giving birth to twins has an impact on your body, and it sure didn’t help. Sure, had I been a bikini model pre-kids; I might be switching to one piece for the remainder of my career. But I have always struggled with weight to some extent, and if I don’t come clean now there’s no chance of making it work.



I have lost 11 pounds in the last 4 weeks, and I still have a lot more to go… but I’m pretty psyched.  Let me tell you why.



1-      I can now fit into jeans that haven’t zippered in ages. It’s a great feeling. And they don’t even dig in when I sit down… which is fantastic.  Oh, and I have a chance of the jeans being the right length. Not too long because I have to buy the size that matches my waist. Cool, huh?

2-      I don’t sweat nearly as much as I used to. It’s funny what you take for granted until it’s gone, both positive and negative. I can’t wait to see how it will decrease even more as I lose more weight.

3-      I love that I can feel my body conscious behaviors disappearing, and that they may well be gone by the time my kids can copy them. It may sound terrible, but I think more of my daughter with this one. For some reason, we don’t think as much about boys and body issues.  My daughter copies me in so many ways, probably in more ways than I realize. Overweight people tend to smooth shirts over the tummy, cross their arms and check mirrors self consciously, just to name a few. I have no doubt that I am guilty of some such behaviors, and I do not want to pass them on to my daughter if I can help it. I want her to walk with her head high, whenever possible.

4-      I love that I am potentially extending my healthy life span with every pound I lose. That I am adding one more life event that I can potentially attend and one more activity that I will potentially be fit enough to complete with the younger generation. It feels great to think about it.

5-      I love that I am already less inclined to hide from a picture. Come on, those of you who struggle with weight know exactly what I’m talking about. “Oh no, that’s ok… I’ll take the picture”. Right. Like you have no ulterior motive. Guess what? I don’t believe you. Would you be more willing to jump into the photo if you liked how you looked in your outfit? I’ll bet you would.

6-      I love that my kids are living a healthier diet, giving their little bodies an even better start to life. Lots of veggies and lean meats. Less cake and ice cream. (Note, I did not say NO cake and ice cream. J) One must have yummies too…



I’ll keep you posted when there’s more to say. In the meantime, happy eating everyone!

Saturday, May 19, 2012

My top ten rules for life in general


Ever since I was relatively young, I have loved Robert Fulghum. Those of you that know his name and my style won’t be surprised in the least. Those of you that don’t know him, well…

Robert Fulghum is a writer and his writing takes the form of multiple short vignettes. He spins stories of fascinating people, connecting them with the world at large in bizarre and unconventional ways. I love it.

One of my favorites discusses the game of “hide and seek”. He describes the game (which you already know, I’m sure) and then talks about that person who hides too well. So well, in fact, that nobody finds them and they are forced to give up their location when people stop looking. He correlates this behavior to those people who “hide” in life. Those who are diagnosed with terminal illnesses but don’t’ tell anyone until the very end. Those who suffer in silence. Those who don’t share their victories or woes.

My very favorite vignette, however, is his list of rules for life.  His most famous vignette claims that the most important rules in life were learned in kindergarten and are forgotten by most adults. He claims that if most adults followed these very basic rules, the world would be a much nicer place.

For example

-          Play fair

-          Clean up your own messes

-          Say you’re sorry when you hurt someone

-          (And my FAVORITE!) Always buy lemonade when a kid is selling it.



So… in the spirit of Robert Fulghum, I would like to present you with MY top ten rules for life.



1- “Always buy lemonade from a kid who’s selling it!”- My apologies, my dear Robert, but I stole this one because I love it so very much. I agree with you. A child selling lemonade is not just selling lemonade and frequently could not care less about how much money he/she makes. They are taking a risk, putting themselves out in the world. Asking their community to take a chance on them. When you buy their lemonade, you tell them YES. Your risk was worth your time. Take a bigger risk next time. Oh, and when the lemonade tastes like crap, don’t pour it out until you are out of sight.  

2- “Always apologize to kids in situations where you would ask them to apologize to you”. – I’m a klutz. As a result, I frequently bump into things and people. Including my kids. I always apologize to them, while looking them in the eye. I also have the memory of a goldfish. When I promise them something and forget, it’s the same deal. And then I deliver something even better, just to make a point. If they are taking notes, they will learn the value of keeping promises.

3- “The individual items of a young child’s outfit don’t have to match each other; they each need to match the child.”-  My daughter is now smack dab in the toddler years. And yes, she has many opinions. Right now, she loves her dresses and gets mad if I wear a skirt and don’t put her in one. And you should see the outfits she chooses. She’s the cutest clown I’ve ever seen by the time she’s done. But her skirt matches HER. So does her shirt. And so do her shoes. Most of the time, the socks match each other, but that’s no guarantee either. But you should see her smile! That is one proud little girl!

4 - “Don’t question mom when she has ‘that’ look on her face.” – Especially a stay at home mom. If she looks like she’s being rigid, assume she’s tried it other way before. And it failed. ‘nuff said.

5- “Learn what the people you love sound like when they’re not ok.”-  People whine and fuss all the time, people of all ages. Sometimes we need to tune them out and ignore them, for their own good, because we love them. Sometimes, however, their obnoxious behavior is a cry for help. Listen well enough to know which is which so that you don’t ignore the cries for help, whenever possible.

6- “Pick your battles wisely”- Not everything that pisses you off is worth fighting about, especially if you are a strong willed woman like me. If it won’t matter in a day, a week, a year… let it go. Is it really worth the time and energy? Aren’t there more important places that energy could be spent?

7-  “Hugs rule the world”- Sometimes I find myself fighting with my kids. Sometimes they deserved it. Sometimes they didn’t.  Recently, I had a really good head to head with one of my kids and he stomped into the other room. I took a deep breath and realized that I hadn’t picked my battles very well (see #6 above), so I went into the other room and hugged him. No words. Just a huge hug. He wrapped himself around me like a monkey, sighed contentedly, and all was right again. My daughter frequently gets herself all worked up. When words are no longer progressing us, I open my arms to her and ask “Is it time for a hug?”.  At least 80% of the time, she runs into my arms and the battle is over.

8- “Get dirty”- Yes, I mean you adults too. There is a reason why ice packs, baths/showers and washing machines were invented. Use them. Eat messy food, even if it gets on your shirt. Wash it later. Play in dirt and don’t whine about it. Seriously. What’s the worst thing that can happen?

9- “Don’t compare yourself to others so much.” – Whenever you think that somebody else has got it covered, think again. You don’t know what happens behind closed doors and you certainly are not in their head. Every time I meet someone who seems perfect, that illusion fades as I get to know them better. And don’t misunderstand, this is a GOOD thing. A GREAT thing. Imperfection is the best. Those hilarious pet peeves and bizarre niggles are what makes you special. So don’t compare yourself too much. You might be tempted to eradicate one of the fantastically endearing “flaws” that everyone loves so much about you.

              10- “Don’t take it for granted”-   By “it”, I mean everything. The good stuff… because you never know what’s going to happen next. Just ask the mom whose kid has an accident and is in the hospital, wondering if he’s going to be ok. She took her boring plans for the day for granted that morning. She would do anything to take it back.  

Saturday, May 5, 2012

A real reality check

I’d like for you to bear with me, on this blog. I’m going to repeat some of the sappy sentiments that I have dealt with in previous blogs. But I have a good reason, and I do have a point. So please bear with me and read on.

 Today I feel very grateful for my whiny, difficult and healthy children. The 3’s have brought about a whole new set of challenges and my capacity to tolerate high pitched, incessant whining is not admirable. I snap more than I should. Sometimes I downright yell when I should be managing or employing parenting techniques that would have avoided the ugly situation altogether.

 But that’s not my point.

 My point is that I feel grateful for their healthy status and simply thinking about it is choking me up.

 Why, you ask?

 Because a fellow preschool mom of mine is currently sitting outside a pediatric ICU, her 5 year old son sedated inside. He fell out a 2nd story window. Headfirst. Onto concrete. The next 48-72 hours are going to be potentially the longest of her life, as they determine what damage has been done.

 He may be ok. They have reason to be optimistic. But at this point, they don’t know and I can’t even allow myself to imagine how she feels because it might break me in two.

And not that matters, but she didn’t do anything wrong. She let her kids play upstairs alone. Haven’t we all done that? This terrible accident was just that, an accident.

 And suddenly I feel very petty, very silly, for my annoyance at my children’s whining. Because really, what’s the big deal? Right?


So tonight, I ask you for two favors.


1-      Please pray for my friend and her precious child. Even if you don’t usually pray.

2-      Hug your kids. Hug them tight. Try to be nicer to them when you and they are both tired.  I know that I plan to try.



… and to all, a good night.