Monday, August 31, 2009
So Friday at noon I get a phone call from Lindsey letting me know that Kingsley has 103 temp. Poor thing is so freaked out, he has know idea what to do, so I tell him to calm down and give Kingsley some Tylenol and to have his Aunt Shelby watch him until I can get home. On another note...I had given him some things to do that day. For example...take a movie back that was long overdue on his way to work. Well, he actually managed to remember but he was so flustered and stressed out about the baby that when he got out of the car to return the movie he accidentally locked his keys in the car while it was running! Thank goodness though he has a friend that owns a transmission shop right across the street from where he was at and he was able to unlock it for him for free! Anyway, so I got home about 3:30 and Kinglsey was just miserable. And it's so weird because this totally just came out of nowhere! I tried everything to make him comfortable and to get him to sleep and to eat and to get his fever down, but NOTHING would work. When Lindsey got home at 11:00pm he took over and I got some sleep and about 5AM he came and got me and we switched out so he could get some sleep. I think he finally woke up about 11am and by that time I had FINALLY got Kinglsey to sleep, but he would only sleep with me in this weird position to where he was laying on my arm and it had totally fallen asleep, but I didn't care b/c he prob hadn't slept in like 24hrs. Well the day went on and Lindsey went to work, his parents went and ran their errands, and Shelby went off with her friends and there I was alone w/a sick miserable baby. I had Kennedy stay w/her Dad b/c there was no way I was could handle both by myself. By the end of the night I was so exhausted I had to have a night cap. And there were a few times through out the day where I almost took him to the emergency room b/c his fever kept spiking. I mean...I had him dressed, me dressed, his diaper bag packed, and my keys in my hands. But then I called my doc and she gave me some reassuarance and told me to hold out until Sunday when she would be in the office that way we could bring him in. So of course Saturday was another sleepless night for pretty much everyone this time. Sunday morning rolled around and his fever FINALLY broke after I don't know how many bottles of Tylenol and Motrin. But to be on the safe side we went ahead and decided to take him in and it's a good thing we did! Our doc poked and proded and then she turned to us and said, "I'm pretty sure he has the Swine Flu..." My first reaction was to look at Lindsey to make sure he wasn't fixing to pass out or freak out, but he actually took the news pretty well and I think it was b/c the doc wasn't really concerned about it. She said he was prob already through the worst part and that she'd go ahead and give us some meds anyway. She gave us a Z-pack and some Tamiflu (which, by the way is hard to come by...every pharmacy we went to was out!). And that's it! He's doing better and we're just waiting on results from the swab to see whether it really is Swine Flu or just regular Flu. But he actually slept almost all night last night...he woke up at 4:45. So we got a little bit of sleep last night. Thank goodness!
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
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Thursday, August 6, 2009
If you're a long-time reader, you know the issue of Fat Talk is something I take very seriously. As Jillian Michaels said, "Fat talk is transcending.... It affects your reality and damages you professionally, personally, and physically."
I've posted this video about Fat Talk a few times before, but not recently. If you haven't watched this before, please do! It's so powerful and I cry every time:
Here are a few tips for ending Fat Talk:
- Don't compare your body to others.
- Appreciate your body for what it can do.
- Turn a negative into a positive: Instead of "I'm stocky," try "I'm strong!"
- Never Fat Talk in front of your kids or friends
This section of the Fat Talk discussion is dedicated to the statement, "I feel so fat."
How many times have you eaten something and then said, "Ugh. I feel so fat"? This is completely hyperbolic reaction to overindulging. First of all, even skinny women who aren't "fat' say it. Secondly, there's no way one meal or one dessert can suddenly make you "fat."
So, what do we really mean when we say, "I'm so fat"? We actually mean that we are FULL WITH AN EMOTION. Oftentimes, it's shame. Or sadness. Or fear. Why do we express our inner turmoil by hating our bodies? Because that's what Fat Talk and society tells us to do. Don't admit you're scared, just feel fat! Don't admit you're lonely or depressed, you're just fat! We can deal with ugliness, we cannot deal with weakness.
The next time you feel the urge to say, "I'm so fat," think about what you REALLY mean. By berating your body, you aren't doing any favors. But by honoring your emotions, you're living a happier, more honest life.
If only one thing about this discussion about Fat Talk resonates with you, remember this: When you feel guilty about food, you are experiencing distorted thinking.
I'm not saying that means you have an eating disorder. I'm just saying that feeling guilty -- raw, consuming, upsetting GUILT -- is not a normal, healthy reaction to eating and is thus distorted. I think it's important to recognize when our thinking is distorted, as the way we view ourselves has a big impact on our lot in life.
All women experience guilt with food to some degree. I know I used to feel a really guilty if I drank two beers and ate a few slices of pizza. Or a big dessert. Sometimes, it didn't even have to be a calorie-heavy meal to trigger the guilt. I'd have a bigger breakfast than normal, and I would fret that I'd "blown it" for the day or that I'd "given into temptation."
Guilt is internal Fat Talk. It is shaming yourself for not meeting a perfectionist ideal that is unattainable and determined by the rigid standards our society has created! If you wouldn't say it out loud to a friend, why would you say it to yourself?
Maybe right now you're thinking: "But a little guilt can be a GOOD thing!" or "Guilt is a normal reaction to indulging!" But, if guilt was healthy or "normal," it would be PRODUCTIVE and it would make you HAPPY.
Do you find yourself feeling guilty over food a lot? Well, then -- you're repeating the same actions over and over again, and clearly... Guilt isn't productive, it doesn't work, and it only serves to lower your self -esteem. Guilt is a waste of time and takes away from productive things you could be doing with your time -- meditating, studying, sleeping, calling your friends on the phone, and more.
You aren't going to gain weight from one dessert.
You aren't a bad person for enjoying dinner.
You aren't weak because you were hungrier than normal.
How do you stop guilt? It's so much harder to stop than Fat Talk -- after all, we verbalize Fat Talk to others and it's easier to "catch" ourselves in conversation. Guilt, on the other hand, is this weird, creeping feeling that takes over you, ruins your day, and triggers the blues.
I would say I cut down on my guilt thinking by about 90%, which I consider to be a big accomplishment. I stopped guilting myself by really thinking about my eating in the grand scheme of life. Did that pizza make me gain weight? No. Did it actually hurt my health in any measurable way that I ate a bunch of French fries? No. Am I an awesome friend and hardworker who is so much more than the food she eats? Of course!
If there is something about your lifestyle that you want to change, be proactive and CHANGE IT. Guilting yourself about it does not work. Taking action to move onwards and upwards does. Every setback is an opportunity to learn, grow, and improve.
Join me on the quest to eliminate Fat Talk in all its nasty and evil forms from our lives! Remember, it starts now... and it starts with you.