Thursday, September 29, 2011

A Confession

Okay, so I am writing this post as an encouragement to myself, not as a plea for people to comment and try to make me feel better about myself.  If I put in writing and make it public, I am much more likely to follow through!
So, in the last 9 months I have gained 15 pounds.  If you have known me for awhile you know that keeping my weight down has never been much of a battle for me. I was blessed with a skinny frame and lots of activities as a child that kept me thin.  But, now I have a few things working against me and it is high time that I take action!

1- The medicine that I am on has a side-effect of making me gain weight easier.  I have been on it for awhile now, but since Jan. I have phased out an additional medicine that had the side-effect of making me lose weight.  Before, I never saw much of difference because the two meds counter-acted each other.  Now I can see that the main med does make me gain weight.  I have since decreased my dosage, but I am fairly certain that I will be on this med long-term.  So I need to make some changes.

2- I have Poly-Cystic Ovary Syndrome.  Docs do not fully understand this syndrome, but they are positive that it has a component that affects the way my body processes carbs.  Most women with PCOS are very overweight.  They are also at a very high risk of Type II diabetes because the body does not maintain the correct levels of insulin.  On top of this, I have a strong family history of Type II diabetes, so I need to be very careful.  As my PCOS has progressed, I can see where my blood-sugar levels have become more erratic, and the majority of my gained weight is in my tummy area (a typical PCOS pattern).  The point is that I should be on a very low carb diet.  I also cannot help but mention that when PCOS ladies lose weight, they tend to increase their fertility.  That would be fantastic!

3- I do not like exercise.  There, I said it! Everything that I did as a kid was fun, and did not feel like work!  They do not have these options for adults!  There is no fun cheerleading team to join as a 30 year old mom!  There is no sprint team to work out with (only you crazy long distance runners!).  I dread going to the gym because I am SO bored.  I have tried taking classes, but those still feel like exercise instead of fun.

SO... if you have actually read this far, thanks! I need to re-train myself to eat different (although I don't eat very many processed foods to begin with), and I need to somehow trick myself into thinking that going to the gym is fun. Ugh. I am praying for a few things... self-discipline (something I lack when it comes to food quantities and working out), that I would focus on getting healthy in the long-term and not the fact that none of my clothes fit, and that I would stop complaining and just deal with.

Okay, I am going to get changed and go to the gym.  Ask me at the end of October how I am doing.
Much love

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

A few more pics

 Here are a few more pics of the ordination.

All the family that came in town for the occasion.

Caleb and Ellie Grace playing on the kneelers.

Sweet Katy faith

Mr immediate family.  Sorry I do not have a close-up of Reese!

My dad's ordination

Okay, blogger has decided to upgrade to a new interface that actually works.  So even though I proclaimed that I was moving to wordpress, I am giving this one last shot over here!

This past weekend we headed down to Georgia for my dad's ordination.  Many of you that are reading are not familiar with the Episcopal church, so some of the pics might look a little odd.  I am very proud of my dad and all his hard work!
In front of the Bishop

During the Prayers of the People the priest-to-be lays down before the alter

Once they have proclaimed him ordained, us kids got the chance to put on his priestly robes.  This is my sister getting ready to put on the first part.

My brother and I are putting on the chasuble.

My mom and Dad
Celebrating communion with the bishop
The next morning my dad celebrated his first service as a priest.