I’m That Mom.

I’m that mom who lets her kids eat a few chips in the morning, so I can enjoy my coffee.

I’m that mom who lets her kids wear what they want even if they look ridiculous.

I’m that mom who lets her kids skip a bath for a night or two. (Sometimes three)

I’m that mom who packs the occasional Lunchable in her kid’s lunch box, because I don’t feel like making a sandwich.

I’m that mom who lets her kids watch TV or their tablet, so I can have some peace and quiet.

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I’m that mom who tells her kids no three times in a row but still gives in.

I’m that mom who lets her kids drink soda occasionally, because I know they like it.

I’m that mom who sometimes gives her kids sugar right before bed even though I know it will keep them up.

I’m that mom who bribes her kids to sit still and smile so I can get the occasional ‘perfect’ picture.

I’m that mom who spends unnecessary money on toys when I know the kids already have enough, then complains about how much money was spent.

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I’m that mom who will leave to go somewhere extra early because I know the kids will fall asleep in the car, and I can too for a little while.

I’m that mom who lets her kids hang in the other room unattended while I go get something.

I’m that mom who let’s her kids get filthy dirty while playing outside. (That’s what play clothes are for!)

I’m that mom who accepts that jumping in the pool is the same as a nightly bath during the summer.

I’m that mom who drops her kids off late to pre-school.

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I’m that mom who forgets to sign important forms that need to go back to school.

I’m that mom who promises she’ll do something for her kids ‘tomorrow’ but just hoping they forget.

I’m that mom who occasionally curses in front of her kids, and then tries to hide the laughing when they repeat me.

I’m that mom who tells her kids the police will come get them when they are doing something wrong.

I’m that mom who will take a picture of her kids failing at something before helping them, because it’s just too damn funny.

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I’m that mom who eats her sweets after the kids go to bed, so I don’t have to share.

I’m that mom who lets her children sleep in the clothes they had on all day, because they don’t feel like changing into pajama’s.

I’m that mom who occasionally scares her kids, because we get a good laugh out of it afterwards.

I’m that mom who will drive though McDonald’s to get her kids a Happy Meal, because I just don’t feel like cooking dinner.

I’m that mom who will throw some of her kids’ art work away because we already have so many already.

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No mom has their sh*t together. No mom has the most perfect well-behaved kids. No mom’s life is perfect. Mom’s screw up, mom’s make mistakes, mom’s just don’t give a sh*t sometimes. It’s life, it’s just how it goes. But when we tuck our kids in at night and hear the words “I love you”, in their eyes you’re doing it all right. I know mine think I am, no matter what kind of mom I am.

Do I think I’m a bad mom because of what I do? No. Do my kids still have manners and respect? Sure do.

I’m still one bad ass mama to my little’s.

What do you mama’s do sometimes, just because? I’d love to hear! We aren’t alone on this one. I honestly find it humorous to see what we all do. It’s a good thing to express because we all know that no mom is perfect!

 

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Lunch Made Easy: Featuring Nuby’s Sure Grip Miracle Mat Section Plate.

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When it comes to meal time for my youngest, it can be a nightmare! She is the queen of sliding her hand back and forth on her high chair top and knocking all of her food to the ground for the dogs to eat. Most of the time she thinks her food is just to play with, so she barely consumes any, except her ice cream. That she won’t share. She also enjoys feeding the dogs so I’m sure that’s half the reason why she does what she does, and I’m sure the pups don’t mind it either. She thinks it’s hilarious to throw the food off of the high chair and watch the dogs try and catch it. I can’t even begin to tell you how many times I’ve had to pick up food off the floor, or I find a three week old nugget piece underneath the sofa. It’s a never ending cycle when it comes to meal time with Miss ‘Do What I Want’.

Then I was introduced to the Nuby Sure Grip Miracle Mat Section Plate. First off, I can’t rave enough about adorable the Elephant design is! I just love it. Not only are they stylish, but these silicone plates are BPA and PVC free, come in multiple different colors and are for little one’s six months and older. It’s an integrated section plate with a non-slip base the sticks to flat surfaces. Best part is that it’s a plate and place mat all in one. It’s like a one stop shop for giving meals to the kiddos. You never have to worry about misplacing one or the other, it’s all together. Easy Peasy!

When I gave the Nuby Section Plate to my daughter at first, she gave me this side eye look which I’m sure she was thinking in her mind

“what’s this mom, are you seriously trying to ruin my fun”.

She could no longer fling her food right off her high chair and give it to the dogs. After a moment or two of staring at it, I could tell she liked her new plate. She noticed her ham, strawberries, and veggie straws were nicely placed in three separate sections, and she actually started eating her own food and not feeding the dogs! Total mom win! Thank goodness, my daughter was finally eating her food! Of course, near the end once she started getting full, she slipped the pups a few left over pieces, but no crazy messes like before! Plus, she couldn’t pick this plate up and toss it on the ground either. I was so relieved and she was nice a full. It was a win win situation.

Happy Mommy, Happy Baby.

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Once lunch time was over, the cleanup was simple! The silicone plate easily wiped clean with no hassle at all. Although I’m old school and wash my dishes by hand, these plates are dishwasher safe, so you can pop it right in the dishwasher for a simple, quick clean. I just gently wiped mine with some baby dish soap and water, sat it on my drying towel, and I was done! No hard scrubbing or anything!

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I 100% recommend this Nuby product. I am all for simplifying my daily routines when it comes to being a stay at home mom of two kids. There’s already so much on our plates to get completed throughout the day, and this product definitely simplifies my lunch time routine, which gives me a few extra minutes to get other household chores finished. You can find these adorable little silicone plates at your local Babies R Us. Check them out!

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The Last Month of Being Our Baby

11 Months.

Our little girl is just a month away from being ONE. I was looking on Timehop this morning of videos of her wiggling and hiccuping in my belly. I thought she’d never make her arrival. I was so impatient when it came to waiting for her birth day to come. And now it’s here, the last month of her as a baby. Let the countdown to ONE begin!

Liliana is my wild child. She’s the most loving little human, yet her sass and determination are strong. No matter what it is she wants, she goes for it. She’ll fall over, bump her head, get right back up and keep going. She’s a tough one. She also has that girly girl sass going on also. If something doesn’t go her way, you’ll know it. Those arms go flying and that screechy yell comes out (she might get all that sassiness from me, lol). She always thinks she’s going to miss something, so naps are rare with her. She keeps going and going until bed time, even that’s a struggle. My mother got her wish when she said “I hope you have a child who was just like you when you were younger”. Touché mom. I get it now. I was definitely a crazy one. Thank goodness car seats are more advanced now because that was my specialty, getting out of my car seat while my mother was driving.

Now for Liliana’s milestones… she’s killing it. She has her six teeth still. It was like all six came in at one time then they decided to take a break. She can now say Mama, Dada, Pop, Yes, Hi, Buh Bye, Uh Oh, Ke-Ke, & Rip (the last two are our pups, Keo and Ripken). She is standing on her own for short periods of time and her crawling is more like a speed crawl. She claps and copies everything her brother does. She’s always dancing. She loves her table food, yet she’s still teeny as ever. I wish I knew where it all went. I’m also starting to think she’s double jointed like me, because she bends all kinds of different ways. Gymnastics here we come!

This next month is going to be full of party planning and preparation. I don’t want to believe she’s already going to be one, but I’m so excited for the adventures ahead. Her personality is incredible. She’s definitely an extrovert, she’s going to be an outgoing one. I enjoy watching this little girly girl grow!

Follow me on Instagram for all the party planning and countdown to one, @katiecunni Follow the hashtag #LilianaMarieTurnsONE

My Life as a Stay at Home Mom

Before I quit working full time, I thought staying at home with the kids all day was going to be all sunshine and rainbows. I thought I would be able to relax all day in pajama’s, catch up on my shows or watch some Netflix, play with the kids, and be completely stress free. Well let me say, I was wrong. Staying at home may be harder than working full time (at least in my opinion). There’s no doubt that it’s more rewarding because I get all day with my children, but it’s definitely work; lots and lots of work. One thing I learned while staying home is there is not enough hours in the day. Trying to juggle raising two wild children while keeping up on house work, is a challenge. Let me tell you…

When my second child was born I was lucky enough to be able to stay at home with my kids during the day. My husband was able take over all bill payments, so that we didn’t have to fork out an extra grand a month for childcare for our daughter.

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I’m quite sure that I only get to sit about two hours out of the whole day, if that. My day must start with coffee, or nothing gets accomplished, so as soon as Liliana gets up she gets a bottle and I get some coffee. I do get to relax for maybe 15 minutes while she plays then my hectic day begins.

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My son gets up every day around 7:15AM, so he can get ready for Preschool. Once he’s up, I start making him breakfast. While he is eating I make his lunch, pick out the kid’s outfits, and get Liliana ready. Once he’s done eating I get him ready, myself ready (if there is any time), and off to Preschool he goes. It’s about a 20-minute drive to Preschool, so I’m in the car driving for about an hour and a half a day, just to get him to and from daycare, but I love where he goes so I’d never choose somewhere closer, it’s worth the drive. He goes to a small Preschool in Maryland that he and I just love. The teachers are phenomenal, the kids are so intelligent and full of life. I can’t even begin to express how much my son has learned there. He’s only there for half a day so there is only 3 hours in between dropping him off and picking him up.

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Once Liliana and I get back home she’s usually hungry, so I make her some food and feed her, then give her the rest of her bottle. For some reason, she refuses to hold her bottle, so usually I need to hold it for her. During that time, I try to get some breakfast in for me. Between all the baby shenanigans, you can’t forget the laundry, dirty dishes, what’s getting made for dinner, making phone calls, going to preschool events and meetings, running errands, and most importantly cleaning the house.

For me to get those household duties completed, cartoons must be on the TV 24/7 or Liliana wants Mommy. There goes the whole catching up on shows or watching Netflix theory I had in the beginning of this SAHM journey. I’m pretty sure I can recite every song from the show she watches. I’m not sure if other moms have heard of it, but she is glued to ‘Little Baby Bum’ on Netflix. It’s just a bunch of nursery rhymes that play for about two hours with a bunch of characters. She absolutely loves it.  Without that show, getting household chores done would be impossible.

Before I know it, we need to head back out the door to go pick up Kyle. Within the three-hour time frame, I usually manage to get done my workout, the dishes and one load of laundry. Usually on Mondays, I’ll be able to get my meal prepping in, then another day out of the week I go to the grocery store, which I must do while my son is in school because this mama is not doing a grocery trip with two crazy kiddos unless Daddy is with me! There are also our Target trips, which could easily last a good hour.

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Once Kyle is home, it’s nearly impossible to keep the house clean. I clean up the same toys every single day, I usually just want to give up on cleaning his room. It’s like a daily cycle for us moms. Coffee, get the kids to school, get the baby fed, clean up toys, dinner, repeat. Those are the last things I want to do, and it always feels like I never have enough time in the day to just play with my little ones, so you always need to make sure you make time for that also. Sometimes the household duties can be put on pause. It’s a never-ending battle between playing and cleaning.

I don’t know about ya’ll but my kids already love to torment each other. It has already begun, and Liliana is only ten months old! I usually don’t have a voice by the end of the night after all the yelling I do. Maybe that’s why I’m a lover of wine. Kyle loves taking toys from her, then tries to suck up to her after taking them by telling her it’s okay. Then he’ll get very lovable towards her, hugging and kissing her continuously, which makes her scream since he’s in the way of her cartoons which then makes her pull at his face, and he starts his whining. These two loves each other so much, but annoy each other at the same time. They are my sour patch kids, I can’t help but adore them, but I’m pretty sure I can hear their screams in my sleep.

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This is all exactly why I LOVE crock pot meals. They simplify dinner, yet taste so delicious. If my kids and husband eat it, I am satisfied. I must say though; my husband is the best cook in the household. He has me beat, which I honestly am SO grateful for because he loves to cook sometimes, which is a huge weight off my shoulders. We all then know once dinner is over, it’s the baths and getting ready for bed. I am lucky enough that both my kids love bath time, so that is a breeze (thank goodness, because by that time I am ready to crash).

Once the babies are in bed, my day doesn’t end. We need to fold laundry, wash even more dishes from dinner, I make my husband’s lunch for the next day, then I try to have some quality time with my husband before we both crash, which isn’t long at all. Did I forget to mention that I work some evenings for a few hours to pay for Kyle’s preschool?! Yeah, sometimes I feel like supermom, and sometimes I feel like I don’t have my shit together, and I’m a hot mess.  One of the hardest adjustments for me becoming a stay at home mom is not having my own income. Yes, I work sometimes, but that pays for daycare. My husband is my life saver, he is the provider of the income, he is the reason I’m with my babies all day and he always makes sure we are taken care of.

I’m am a walking zombie most days, but the stay at home mom life is for me. It is FAR from easy, and you should never underestimate a stay at home mom. We don’t work 9-5, we work sun up to sun down. We have our good and our bad days. We struggle sometimes and can barely get through the day, and our house stays a mess. Most days I am ready to pull my hair out, but being with my kids all the time makes it completely worth it. I don’t have to worry about missing time with them or question what they are up too. They are always there with me every step of the way, through the good and the bad. I honestly don’t know how I did it with my son working full time. I do praise you moms with full time jobs, I couldn’t see myself away from my babies that long out of the day anymore. They grow way too quickly and the stress of having a clean house is fine by me. I would easily take over all the household responsibilities just so the kids are with me all day long. I am blessed to have such an amazing husband who works his butt off to give us what we have today. No matter if you’re a full time working mom, or a full time stay at home mom. We ALL bust our booty’s to keep our family going, and us moms should all stick together and NEVER judge another mom because our lifestyle is different. We can all learn from each other, and that’s one thing I enjoy about being a mommy blogger. No mom’s life is easier then the other, we all want to raise our babies to be successful adults, and that’s a challenge in itself.

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Weekend One of Holiday Adventures

Santa

As I was explaining in the previous post, the holiday season is my favorite time of the year, and I always want it to go perfectly smooth and as planned. I still don’t know why I think that’s possible as a mom with two kids, but I always want to think positive. But of course, our first weekend of festivities didn’t go completely as planned, but it was one of best times I’ve had in a long time.

Saturday was the first-time baking cookies with my mom and daughter. I can’t tell you how long I’ve waited for this moment. Of course, my son has been an amazing helper for the past few years, but baking with my daughter really brought back memories of when I baked with my mom and grandmother. Even to this day we use my grandmother’s recipes, and I wouldn’t change a thing about it, those cookies are freaking delicious. I’m so happy my family is so close, that we can keep this tradition going. We’ve had the cooking baking planned for weeks, so I had this day all ready to go. I was going to have my daughter “attempt” to help (yes at only nine months old). I was going to get all kinds of pictures with her “helping” my mom and I, listen to a bunch of Christmas music, cook a crap load of cookies, put them in cute little holiday bins and of course sneak in some cookie dough eating.

Yeah… that didn’t happen. Little miss Liliana just wanted to cry when mommy wasn’t holding her, cartoons were all that kept her calm so that canceled the Christmas music, didn’t get one photo of her “helping” because we all know at nine months old… she didn’t, and to top it all off, my girl blew out her diaper like no tomorrow. It totally called for a complete tub clean. She gets that from her daddy. We did make a boat load of cookies, so my father, husband, and son will be happy campers for a few weeks because these cookies are delicious! Honestly, I had no clue how serious cooking baking was in my household. We had two Kitchen Aid mixers going, non-stop pans going in and out of the oven, putting them on the cooling rack. It’s no joke. I guess when I was younger, I just did all the cookie dough eating. All I know, is when my husband and I build our new home, we are getting a massive kitchen with a double oven. It’s a must.

As the cookie baking came to an end, I realized nothing I had planned happened. I was also asked “Why were you so worried about her helping, she’s only nine months old, she won’t remember”. That’s probably something you shouldn’t say to a mom. Maybe it’s just me, but I don’t give a crap how old my kids are, these are memories! Memories that I want to cherish forever. It’s traditions I want to start with my kids. It’s something this mom wants to do. I don’t care if they are two days old, two years old, or even twenty years old, my kids are going to be my little helpers even if they don’t remember a damn thing! One day they might not want to do these traditions with me, so I’m going to cherish it as long as I freakin’ can! And although Lilly didn’t do anything when it came to cookie baking, she was there, she watched us make the cookies and she even ate a bunch. So, I will take it.

This was also the first weekend Liliana met Santa, and she didn’t cry…yet. He comes around my parent’s neighborhood on his sleigh every year, guided by community firetrucks. It’s an enjoyable time that my son has been doing ever since he was a baby and this year we finally had our girl here to join. This is probably one of the top things my mom enjoys doing with her grand kids. So, I texted our best friends (also Lilly’s godparents), and my brother and sister in law who have my wonderful niece and nephew, and I told them all to come down so the kids can see Santa together. My brother being the best, brought my mom, sister in law, best friend and I some Prosecco to drink, he knows us all too well. We love our wine, and our gossip. The girls chatted, guys watched football, and the kids played.

Around 5PM we started hearing the sirens of the firetrucks and the kiddos knew Santa was coming. So, we bundled them up, headed down the driveway and waited for Santa to come. We waited, and waited, and waited… in the freezing cold. To pass the time as Santa went down the other streets of the neighborhood, I was finally able to play some Christmas music after listening to cartoons most of the day. We danced at the end of the driveway, ate some food, drank our wine, took pictures, raced with the kids, I even heard my ten-year-old nephew rap the entire song of Ice Ice Baby. Probably the best thing I’ve heard all day, he killed it. The guys walked up and watched football to keep warm, but us moms stayed out in that cold with those kids. When it comes to making the kids happy, I swear us moms turn bionic. We can handle anything. Maybe with a little added wine, but that’s our little secret.

 Santa didn’t come down my parent’s street until almost 10PM….

FIVE HOURS we waited for Santa, FIVE. We were freezing, the kids were cranky, the parents were exhausted, but we stuck it out. We were minutes from giving up. Actually, let me rephrase that… the dads were minutes from giving up. Us moms were determined to have our babies see Santa. Even if that meant sitting in the cold for another hour or tracking Santa down in the car, stopping in front of the firetrucks, blocking the road, pushing everyone out of the way, and putting our kids on Santa’s lap ourselves. No shame in my mommin’ game. You don’t mess with a determined mother, we’ll do anything to see our kids smile. I’m afraid of when my kids go to school and they tell me they got bullied, mama won’t back down from telling a kid to back off, like I said, no shame. You don’t upset my babies.

Anyway, back to my evening, the result of all that waiting, was that one picture posted above. One single picture, of all four of the kids together with Santa. That might just be a picture to some people, but that’s everything to me. It made every single minute of waiting worth it. Having the cousins together and being with my family is by far the best feeling in the world. We laughed, we sang, we joked around and the kids loved being together. It’s not often we get all the four cousins together, but it’s the absolute best time. My family knows how to have an enjoyable time, no matter how crazy we are. These are the memories I live for. No matter how much of a sh*t show it is to get to the end the day, no matter how much anxiety I get, or how screwed up my “perfectly planned” day was, I always sit back and think “this day was awesome”. You know why? My kids were part of it. They were with me, all day, and no matter how much of a crazy day I thought it was, they thought it was an amazing day.

You always should make the best out of every day because in your kids eyes every day is the best when they are with mommy, daddy, and people they love. Something about your day may be a disaster, but to them it was the best part. Of course, those five hours of waiting for Santa were unexpected and completely freezing freakin’ cold, but they saw it as more time to play with their cousins, they absolutely loved it (plus it made them extra exhausted, so they fell right asleep… mom win.) That’s why you make the best out of every moment no matter how exhausting it is.

Another weekend come and gone, and more memories made. Mommy life is the best life.

December.. Already?

Seriously though, it’s already December? My son is going to be four in 10 days, and my daughter is two months away from a year old… I can’t handle it. I’m pretty sure December is one of the most stressful yet rewarding months for us moms. From the gift shopping, cookie baking, hiding gifts, wrapping, decorating. I’m pretty sure this is the month where I consume the most wine. I’m that mom who wants everything to be perfect during the holiday season. I want my kids to have every gift they want, I want the tree to look perfect, I want the lights hung evenly in the front of the house. I drive my husband insane. I’m sure my stress, makes him even more stressed. Good thing he’s not home with me all day or he’d probably think I’m even crazier then he already thinks I am.

Why I stress over having the perfect Christmas, especially with two small children? Who freakin’ knows. Just the other day, Kyle broke two of my husband’s authentic Irish ornaments he received from his grandparents, which are irreplaceable. I also tried hanging up the lights outside by myself to save my husband some work and somehow I managed to completely shut off the power that runs to the outside of our house. My son loves running upstairs to my room, and I constantly run up the steps like a mad man to make sure the closet door with all the toys is closed, all while Lilly wants to grab every ornament off the tree. Also, if my son says he wants one more thing he sees on TV, I’m pretty sure I’m going to rip the TV off the wall! The Cunningham household is an adventurous time!

I don’t even want to get started on never having a clue what to get family members. For some reason, us moms are the only ones who go crazy picking out the perfect gifts. You won’t ever see my husband step inside a store to holiday shop. That’s okay though, in some weird, stressful way I get joy out of the madness. As for gifts, all the littles ones in my family already have it all. It makes it nearly impossible to find something. As for the kid’s grandparents, their entire houses are going to be covered with “I love grandma and I love grand pop” things before the kids are teenagers, because I’m terrible at thinking of clever ideas (Please comment some idea’s if you have some!). Then of course, you have my husband who refuses to tell me what he would like and says he doesn’t want anything. You ask what I want? Wine… I want wine, and to sleep in until noon with no interruptions. A mom can dream, right?

I’m excited yet nervous to see how pictures with Santa will turn out this year. If Kyle is scared of something or someone, he will make it known, probably throughout the entire mall. I guess screaming “NO” at the top of his lung and kicking makes everything better… but he did pretty well last year so fingers crossed for the same. I’m pretty sure my little Lilly is going to freak out. Hopefully not since her brother will be right there beside her, and she absolutely adores him. Then us mom’s have to stand behind the camera, shake some toys, be obnoxious, baby talk the kids just so they smile. I have no problem making a fool of myself. Mama wants to good photo!

In the end though, after all the crazy store lines, the late nights wrapping gifts, the huge electric bill from all the lights, the Santa pictures, on Christmas Day when my kids’ faces light up when they come out of their rooms, it is one hundred percent worth it. It makes me love all the madness, and I’ll continue to love the madness and stress for years to come. I seriously love being a mom during the holiday season. It’s one of the best feelings ever, and I look forward to it every single year.

The Start Of My Weight Loss Journey.

One topic that I’m going to share a lot about is my weight loss journey. I am nowhere near finished from where I started and I definitely have my moments where I slack off (trust me, I’m eating a cookie as I write this, but it’s balance, right?). So, I wanted to let know you all know how it all began, and I hope you’ll continue to follow along.
I was never the skinny girl growing up. I had some meat on my bones, and I still do to this day. I don’t think these thighs are going anywhere. More toned? Yes. They will never be teeny though. It’s so funny how in high school you would always think you were huge. Now, looking back, you’d kill to have that body again. So why not just go for it?
About a year before I got pregnant I really let go of myself. I ate out constantly and drank alcohol quite often. I had no responsibilities, that’s what everyone my age was doing. I knew I was overweight but I never made an effort to change anything about it. I just figured wearing dark clothes and dolling my self up would hide it well enough. Then I got pregnant, and that made the weight gain even worse.
I used my first pregnancy as an excuse to eat as much as I wanted, whenever I wanted. Fast food multiple times a day, sweets and chips every few hours. I just figured it was good to feed the baby. Then at about 7-8 months into my pregnancy, I started getting excruciating back pain, to where my legs would give out on me and go numb. I could barely walk at times, and all I would do was lay there. I just figured once I had my son, the pain would go away and boy was I wrong. After giving birth, I still couldn’t walk sometimes, my legs would still go numb, the pain would radiate all the way to my toes, I’d almost drop my baby at times while laying him into his crib. Finally, I decided to seek some help from a pain management specialist to see what was going on. So of course the first course of action was to get a x-ray. The doctor called me a day or so later, and pretty much told me I needed surgery, major back surgery… at 22?! There was no way I was going through that. I had a 4 month old that I needed to take care of. I couldn’t be out of commission for 3 months to heal while I had an infant. So I tried anything possible. I went through physical therapy, back injections, I was even offered narcotics to numb the pain but I refused. I never really considered my weight to be part of the issue, so I continued my unhealthy eating and lack of exercise. I guess it was somewhat of a comforting thing since I was in so much pain.
In August 2014, about a week into starting my new job (before my sahm days now) and dealing with this pain for months (I was also probably my heaviest I’ve ever been), I went to use the bathroom and noticed I was loosing control of my bladder (gross, I know) and my legs went completely numb every time I sat down. I knew that wasn’t normal, so off to the hospital I went. They immediately admitted me and told me I needed an MRI immediately (which didn’t happen). Nervously waiting all night long, they decided that they were going to transfer me to another hospital since they wouldn’t have the proper doctors on sight, and I could get an MRI a lot sooner.
Let me tell you that was the most painful ambulance ride I’ve ever been on. If anyone knows the streets in Baltimore City, they aren’t the smoothest, and laying flat on my back on a stretcher didn’t help. Once I received my MRI, the surgeon came up to my room an hour or so later informing me that my back was as bad as an elderly person and that I needed surgery almost immediately or I’m going to lose complete control of my bowels, permanently. I couldn’t believe was I was hearing. Once again, I now had an 8 month old that I needed to care for, what was I suppose to do!? They told me I wouldn’t be able to bend, lift, or twist for 3 months. No holding my son, no helping him learn to walk, nothing. I was devastated, but I had to do it. The end result would be so much more worth it. I’d be able to play with my son with no pain.
Two days later, on a Saturday morning, bright and early I went back for my surgery. I had to have a laminectomy and discectomy of my L4-L5, L5-S1 vertebrae. It was a success (obviously, I’m still here!), and after five days later, I was able to come home and start my recovery. I will never forget the few words my doctor said to me right before I left. “If you get in shape and keep unnecessary weight off, you shouldn’t have to get a spinal fusion before your 30.” Two major back surgeries before 30!? Yeah, I’ll pass.
And that’s what started it all…
Once I was fully recovered, my first big outing was a wedding (pictured above). I found a cute dress, some boots, dolled my self up in makeup and was ready to go and I had the best time. Until, I looked back at the photos the next morning. I was huge, I looked disgusting, and for once I hated the way I looked. Those words my provider told me ran though my mind, and I was ready for a change.
I started by running in place while my son took a bath, or when he was playing in his pack and play. I had NO idea where to start with exercising, but as long as I was sweating, I felt some source of success. Then I started added weight training, then actual running, and man did I feel good. I cut out my fatty foods, chose lighter options, and really learned to cook at home for myself. I was making meals every night. Different flavors of chicken, healthy cauliflower sides instead of potatoes. I was so proud of myself. Pinterest was my life saver. I researched everything on there.
When I posted my first “Transformation Tuesday” post, everyone asked me what diet I was doing or what products I was taking. All I did for about 9 months straight was exercise until I couldn’t anymore and eat clean. That was is. Nothing special, nothing out of the ordinary. It’s something everyone could do if they put their mind to it. There was no secrets.
I was almost 50 lbs down, and still am to this day and I feel on top of the world. My back is stronger then ever. I went through a second pregnancy with no issues. I didn’t use my baby as an excuse to eat, or to be lazy. I still chased around my toddler as much as I did before becoming pregnant with my princess.
I’m still a long way from where I want to be, and I’m going to continue to post my weight loss journey on here, that’s why I thought it was necessary to tell you all why I started. Anything is possible if you put your mind too it, and I hope you all continues to follow this journey with me and motivate me along the way.
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