I dream of waffles

Waffles are my new fav.  I asked Bret to get a box while he was grocery shopping and this shot is what he came back with.  I was unaware he was going to Sam's Club to grocery shop - and apparently he forgot that our freezer is 3ft X 2 ft.  Anyone who knows what our fridge looks like (it's a 1957 GE Wallmount) can just imagine a freezer full of waffles and nothing else.  But they are buttery and yummy and I ate 4 today.

The weekend was tough.  I started getting sick again, so that's not been fun at all.  I'm into the 12th week - so I'm hoping this will end asap.  I can't keep throwing myself an eternal pity party - it's getting old.  And I know my clients are sick (no pun intended) of hearing about it.

Speaking of clients....one of my amazos (that's an amazing client..), gave me an entire box of rockin' maternity clothes!  Very very generous and they are CUTE. 

Weight:  116.5

Food: Mostly waffles.  The end.

Hey Mama...

This is my new favorite phrase (do you detect sarcasm?).  I walk in the room and a client says "Hey mama...look at you!!!" and points to my belly.  Really?  Look at what?  Ummm...as far as I can tell, there's no bump there. 

Today had to be better than yesterday.  I got "reported" (what the hell does that mean?  I'm a contractor, people, and I MAKE the hospital $$$!) because apparently I was rude to someone who walked into my spin class seven minutes late.  Well here's why:
1.  First time spinner - walks in late - pitch black - loud music.  Great.  I stop everything to try and set her up.  I admit I was a little huffy.
2.  First time spinner and friend proceed to talk through my entire class.  Halfway through I tell them (over the mic) to please take the conversation outside if it's that important
3.  First time spinner will not listen when I tell her to "stay in the saddle...honey"

So yes - I was a bit rude.  One of my clients said it was tough love.  I also told the entire class that I was constipated.  Most of them laughed.  First time spinner did not.  Lighten up woman - maybe you need an easier class.  Or an enema - I know I do.

Weight:  116.5 (climbing slowly - I'm good with it)
Food: 
6am:  same breakfast
8am:  Package of Lorna Doone cookies from JEA vending
10:30am:  Trader Joe's corn dog (thanks to Sharon - my savior)
11:30am:  1.5 cups of pasta
A few jolly ranchers
1pm:  Granola bar
2:30pm:  slice of Bret's veggie pizza
4:00pm:  banana
5:30pm:  slice of Bret's veggie pizza
7pm:  Lean Cuisine Lasagna

Asheville Asheville hippy granola crunch

August 25, 2010

Weight:  116.0

We were in Asheville last week/weekend, so the blog took a back seat.  But I'm back and ready for more carbs.  Pilates training in Asheville was amazing.  I'm now certified to teach Pre/Post Natal Pilates (including apparatus work) - so that's fun.  There was another girl in my class also in her first trimester.  She was even more sick than I was.  I got great joy from this.

Eating is a total disaster.  I feel gross - still vomiting a lot during the day.  I used to go down to the little coffee shop in the building to get a caffeine jolt and I would watch these people ordering bagels, cinnabuns, danish, etc.  I would think to myself..."do these people know what they're putting in their mouths??  The sugar, the fake crap, etc."   I am now one of those very people.  I love the honey wheat bagel with light cream cheese.  I quickly hide this goodness in the brown paper bag like I'm buying a bottle of Mad Dog at 10am.  I haven't had a bagel in YEARS.  So here's the damage:

5am:  same old breakfast - greek blah blah blueberries blah blah
7am: granola bar
8:30am:  1/2 piece of Bret's veggie pizza
10am:  BAGEL.  Awesome yumminess
11:30am:  few bites of spaghetti I brought from home
1pm:  5 Lifesavers (I'm addicted now)
3pm:  Lean Pocket Pizza (SO SO good.  SO SO bad.)

I'll probably do more pasta for dinner or maybe try to get some chicken in my gullet.  Bret says I need more veggies.  I'm going to eat a banana now.  I'm counting that as a veggie. 

My fav cookies

August 16, 2010


Weight: 115.5

Exercise: MVE chair legs, taught pretty hardcore spinning class

Food:

5:30am: greek yogurt, blueberries, kashi

8am: ½ granola bar

9am: ½ pb & j

10:30am: ½ granola bar

11:30am: 1 cup spaghetti with sauce

1:30pm: 1 cup spaghetti with Bret’s turkey meat sauce

3:45pm: ½ cup tube pasta with parm only

5:30pm: Pluot

6:30pm: 3 merengue cookies

7pm: Weight watchers mac and cheese



So I’m still in carb-overload but I don’t care anymore. My weight and muscle tone are doing fine and I feel like I’m getting at least some variety with the fruits and grains. Missing a lot of veggies, though. I’m trying to figure out how to incorporate them. Must puree, I think. My angel client, Diane, left my favorite cookies on my front door step – what a surprise! I ate two before I put the key in the lock. And two more before I pet the dog.

A scale seems appropriate

August 15, 2010


Weight: 115.5

Exercise: weight lifting in the bedroom. Morning walk/run with Bret and Winslow: 30 minutes

Food:

7am: banana with peanut butter

9am: greek yogurt, kashi, strawberries

11am: 1 cup spaghetti with sauce and parm

12:30pm: ½ cup spaghetti with sauce and parm

2pm: handful s of popcorn at movie and a pluot AND a granola bar (had it in my purse)

4pm: small coke icey from Target

5:30pm: ½ cup spaghetti with sauce and parm (are we seeing a sick pattern here?)

So we’re starting to see this carb pattern getting progressively worse. So much pasta – so little time. I’m trying to incorporate some veggies in the way of pureeing them and dumping them into the yummy marinara sauce.

We saw Inception today and I ate some delicious movie popcorn. Then we went to Target so I could buy a scale. Awesome idea.

I heart Gloucester

August 13, 2010


Weight 115.5

Exercise: Kickboxing drills/Pilates

Menu:

5:30am: banana with peanut butter (I strayed! Out of yogurt )

8am: Trail mix granola bar

9:30am: ½ pb& j – threw it up

10:30am: weight watchers pizza

12:30pm: weight watchers frozen spaghetti

3pm: Watermelon

4:30pm: ½ pb & j

Dinner party tonight at Amanda and Josh’s

Well, it’s been a LONG time. I initially wanted to update this blog daily, but it’s just too much damn work. Here’s the update:

Went to Gloucester last weekend - it was amazing, but I was so sick the entire trip. I have found the superfood my body craves….PIZZA. Can we bold that and put little stars around the word? I have deprived myself of carbs for nearly a year and now it’s all I can get my hands on. Paleo diet…I love you. I miss you and will see you again in the second trimester. But for now, I want pizza, bread, pasta – everything I said I wouldn’t eat. It’s not that I crave it. But rather it’s the only thing I don’t regurge. So I figured it’d be nice for baby bell to get some sort of nutritional something instead of grasping at bile and the nastiness that resides in my gut 24/7.

Most of my clients know. Why so early you ask? Well, try training every hour, back to back – and then having to barf (quickly) in the two minutes you can put the client on the treadmill at the beginning of their workout. The blood vessels in my eyes are bursting – I look haggard. One of my clients asked why I was so puffy. Dammit.

Clients have been great – everyone’s excited – but I’m not quite feeling the connection yet. I’m hoping I will after our third ultrasound next week. Bret’s still shooting me in the ass every night with the thick motor oil my doc calls progesterone. Last night, he missed and then jabbed the needle into the previous night’s spot. I sobbed and asked God what we had done. He hasn’t answered yet….

I feel fat and gross. I really am puffy.

Sharon and my ass

August 2, 2010


Weight: 112.6

Sharon and I went to the SCW Fitness conference in Atlanta over the weekend. I was very winded and nauseated the entire time, but managed to suck down some Mellow Mushroom and enjoy a few great classes (I’m addicted to beaming). We also had dinner with the great Amy Jackson Roscoe – it was long overdue – I miss my college friend so much.

So Sharon played nurse and stuck me in the ass with the progesterone needles. She was great – but I know she was damn nervous. But she’s got to know that nothing phases me after 3 kidney stone (2 passed, one surgically removed). My eating was okay – yogurt parfaits for lunch – a slice of pizza for dinner. Saltines were the main staple, though – since I’m in a carb coma most days.

Today Bret and I went in for our second ultrasound. We saw a heartbeat! Cool! No crying, sobbing, heaving myself around his neck in disbelief….just cool. Not sure if I should be more excited. I’m just so damn sick. Not tired - just sick.

Food: I’m getting worse and worse at this whole eating healthy plan. NOTHING sounds good. Ugh.

Breakfast (5:30pm) ½ cup of greek yogurt, handful of blueberries, sprinkle of kashi and a ¼ tsp of Peanut butter (what a surprise)

8am: rice krispie bar

9:30am: banana

11:30am: soy corn dog

1:30pm: 5 soy nuggets

3:30pm: ½ Lara bar

5:30pm: McDonald’s ice cream cone and ½ a Bret Bell quesadilla

Bring on the barf

July 27, 2010


Weight 112.2

Threw up and threw the Paleo diet out the window today. This morning I barfed up a banana – yes, it looks the same – it was quite immediate.

Bret and I saw Dr. Joe yesterday for an early ultrasound to see if we could detect the “sac.” Saw the sac! Holy shit – It’s real. I’m 5 weeks, 4 days. I feel like I’m 6 months. Bloated to the gills and breathing hard just doing a bicep curl. The diet today was a disaster.

Breakfast (5:30pm) ½ cup of greek yogurt, handful of blueberries, sprinkle of kashi and a ¼ tsp of Peanut butter

Snacks

8am – banana – threw it up

9am – mini-bag of stacy’s pita chips (totally got this out of the vending machine at the JEA)

10:30am – Handful of almonds - ½ a sprite (I know, totally sinful)

1pm – ¾ cup of rotisserie chicken

3pm – Two Smart Cookie – other ½ of Sprite (brought in for my birthday)

4pm – a few almonds

5pm – ½ of a Two Smart Cookie (getting disastrous)

6:45pm – 1 cup of Bret’s Paleo jambalaya

Exercise: Light Senior Aerobics, and ½ of bootcamp camp

Turning 34 and crying

July 25, 2010


Weight: 112.0

It’s my birthday today. I’ve cried all day long – I know it’s the hormones. Or is it that I’m 34? Well, whatever it is – it doesn’t feel like a birthday. We had a great weekend with my parents/sister. They’re totally psyched about a Baby Bell, but I’m feeling like absolute crap. Still terribly crampy – nothing is calming the waves of crampiness that come every hour. As far as eating and exercising over the past few days – the exercise has been light treadmill work and home weights. The eating was okay – not great. Salmon for birthday dinner last night and a small slice of Carvel cake were my indulgences. Back to the diary tomorrow.

Freak out

July 20, 2010


Weight: 112.2

Today was a bit better – scheduled my first ultrasound for August 2nd. It’s real – this is freaking me out. I’m still starving. It’s very hard to keep this thing from my clients. I’m bloated to the gills – you could float me down the Savannah River right now. I’m wearing bigger shirts. Luckily, my legs still look okay and my face isn’t moonie.

Breakfast (5:30am) : Greek yogurt with kashi, blueberries, and a tsp of almond butter (you’ll notice I rarely stray from my usual breakfast)

Snacks at work:

banana (8am)

handful of almonds (9:30am)

Apple (10:30am)

Lunch (11:30am) Soy Dog, hard boiled egg

Pear (1pm)

Plum (3pm)

Handful of cherries (6:15pm)

Dinner (7pm) cup of rotisserie chicken, 1 cup sweet potato fries, handful of kashi

Exercise: Taught boot camp at 4pm. Didn’t work too hard, though. I’m thinking I need more veggies. I loathe veggies.

Moving on...

July 19, 2010


Weight 112.3

Well, I’ve had a few complications with bleeding, progesterone levels, etc. so I’ve strayed from the blog a bit. But we’re back and things are looking good. Doc says I’m about 5 weeks. I’ve got a voracious appetite, not peeing as much. My weight is down a few pounds, but I think that’s because my body decided, this morning, to evacuate all the crap I ate in Hilton Head last weekend. Two pounds worth? Yikes.

5:30am Breakfast: Greek yogurt with kashi, blueberries, and a tsp of almond butter

Snacks at work:

banana (8:30am)

5 almonds (10:30am)

hard boiled egg, peach (11:20am)

2 long carrots (1pm)

2:30pm Lunch: 1 soy corn dog, 1 cup rotisserie chicken, wedge of watermelon, 5 chips with salsa, handful of Kashi

Snacks at work: plum (5:30pm)

Dinner (7:45pm) small spinach salad with tomatoes, ¼ cup rotisserie chicken, and feta. Raspberry Walnut salad dressing. Handful of Kashi cereal for dessert

Exercise: Taught a spin class – but sucked wind. Made it look like I was riding tough – very deceiving to the client. Worked up a bit of a sweat but didn’t want to overdo it.

Holy.....

Weight: 114.4



Well this is the first day. The first whack at this blog – the trainer is finally pregnant. It’s not that we didn’t want kids, we just weren’t really trying. Then we started trying and bam! It happened. I’m writing a day by day (or whenever I can write it) journal, not so that you can follow my every move – but to see if I can do this pregnancy paleo style. That means cutting out a BUNCH of stuff and incorporating milder exercise.



Since Jan. 1, Bret and I have been trying to follow a “paleo” style of eating. Basically, we eat: meat, fish, veggies, fruit and nuts. We also incorporate eggs. While we’re vigilant during the week, we tend to stray when the weekends come around. There’s just too much good shit out there. Note: I also love veggie corn dogs, when I can get my hands on them (You suck Morningstar – Trader Joe’s rules).



I’ve watched many a friend gain many a pound in their pregnancies. Yes, I know nourishment is key, but the right kind of foods, right?? Can I stay away from the crap – the packaged stuff – the sugar, flour, carbs, etc.? Will I crave it? Will fruit hit the spot? I don’t know – but that’s what I’m going to find out.



So here ‘tis. Day # 1 (or so I think – I have no idea how far along I am)

I wake up at 5am to teach the 6am boot camp class. I say “teach” – but what I really mean is “tell the clients what to do while I watch them.” I do this:

A. b/c my ankle is crap and I can’t do any jumping, running, etc. and

B. b/c I have clients all throughout the day and don’t want to take another shower.

So, I get up at 5am, shower and put on my black Lucy pants and a cute LuLu top I found in the back of my closet. I haven’t worn this top in oh…2-3 months, but whatever – I throw it on. “Throw” is not the optimal word. I inch it down over my boobs – which seem to have grown larger than my “almost A” cup. OH SHIT. That was the moment. My OH SHIT moment. I dashed into the guest bathroom – whipped out a CVS preg test and peed. Positive. HOLY cow – positive. I wake Bret up – he’s not convinced – he says the line is too light.



So I go to work (boobs in tow) – teach and train from 6am – 1:30pm and then break for lunch. I head over to the CVS and pick up an EPT. I am SOL. It’s positive too. I cry. Yup – that’s right. Not out of happiness, but out of “oh shit”-ness.

I eat some chopped grilled chicken with salsa and here I am. I have a call into my OB/GYN. I am peeing every 30 minutes. I am STARVING.

Food:

Breakfast: Greek yogurt with kashi cereal sprinkled on top

Hard boiled egg

8 carrot sticks

handful of cashews

1 cup of chopped chicken with salsa and tomatoes.

Dinner: pot stickers from Sams….ugh.

Exercise:

Pilates reformer work by myself and MVE work – 30 minutes