I don’t know about other parents with 3 kids, but after having S1, I’ve had as much success at gathering my thoughts as D1 and D2 have at gathering their toys: the moment they’re gathered, they’re all over the place again, to the point you just say, “This is futile.” So while I’ve had plenty of blog fodder over the past 3 months, e.g., D1 saying S1’s package looks like a bun and me no longer being able to look at a pork bun the same way again, I’ve had difficulty putting 2 or more sentences together in a coherent manner. The result is a random update for you readers:
- Remember my goals for my 30th year? Well, I sucked something awful at them until this post, and since April, I’ve lost 24 pounds. I was 206 on 4/17; 182 this morning. Been doing a low-carb diet, going to the gym 3 times per week and running with the wife 2 times a week.
- People ask me if having a son is any different. Yes. He has a junk and said junk is in fact easier to clean. Also, diaper changes are always an adventure because you never know when he’ll make it rain.
- People warned me, but still, the first time he peed on me, I was shocked by the force and speed the urine traveled towards my face. I mean, it’s akin to a tiny, plastic water gun shooting with the pressure of a fire hydrant.
- Going to the gym isn’t very fun some days but my kids motivate me. Not just so that I model an active lifestyle for them and do my part to ensure I’m around for a long time, but also to intimidate potential suitors. I know it’s still years, if not a decade(s) away (hopefully), but I want to be able to say to that kid, “I’ve been training years for you, punk.”
- I used to hate running. Mostly because I couldn’t run very far or fast. Now, I love it. I’m still not particularly fast, but somehow, my wife and I ended up running almost 7 miles in 86 minutes a few weeks ago. You never know how far you can go when you’ve got an encouraging wife by your side.
- Even more motivating when said wife gave birth less than 3 months ago.
- Since we’re homeschooling, my wife didn’t need to go back to school this August. I thought she’d be somewhat sad. I couldn’t have been more wrong. Having been a high school teacher for 7 years, this was the happiest I’ve ever seen her in late-August.
- Instagram is hard to use
for stalking random peoplefor people with fat fingers like me. #SorryIWasJustStalkingYourPhotosIdidntMeanToLikeThem
- We’re still living with my parents. It’s both a blessing and a challenge. I’m sure the feeling is mutual.
- I wore a pair of short-shorts (5″ is pretty short for me) for the first time last week for a run. Felt like I was running naked. Good thing my thighs are so pale – they’re super reflective. Safety first.
- With 3 kids, there’s always at least 1 person crying or whining in the house at all times.
- I may or may not contribute to said whining. *ahem*
- D2 has NO interest in potty training.
- Our trashcans are constantly filled with crap. Literally.
- If you eat a bunch of chia seeds and there’s no bathroom near you a few hours later, you’re going to have a bad time.
- My wife was away for a 3-day trip. They were in their PJs/underwear/diapers/naked for most of those 3 days.
- I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: teething is no fun. Yes, S1 is teething at 3 months. *sigh*
- I’m busier than I’ve probably ever been. I’m more scatterbrained than ever. The number of things I forget is usually greater than the number of things I remember. But I don’t think I’ve ever been as happy or laughed as much as I have in the last 3 months. Having 3 kids isn’t easy but it’s a joy.
What about you? How have you been?
I’m a guy that likes concrete numbers. For example, when my wife says, “Let’s go shopping!” is FAR more daunting than, “Let’s go shopping for x because I really need it.” Granted, I know the second is probably a lie anyway, but at least mentally, it allows me to prepare by thinking of how many potential stores/malls we’d need to go to find the perfect x. So when it comes to following through on my goals for my 30th year, concrete numbers help me. Every week, I’ll be posting some metrics I’ll be tracking as well as some thoughts on the past week. This week, I’ll be covering 2 weeks since I didn’t get a chance to do a check-in last week.
Previous Week’s Weight: 210 (at the start)
This Week’s Weight: 207 (lost 2lbs the 1st week; 1lb the 2nd)
# of Times Exercising: 1 the first week, 2 the second
I lost 3lbs by merely adjusting my diet, specifically, I ate more vegetables and ate in more. We set a goal that we wouldn’t go out to eat unless friends asked us to go out. Note: dear Reader, will you be that friend when I need you in a few months? Pretty please?! And who knew that I’d have a much harder time eating chocolate if I don’t buy chocolate or keep it in the house?
Another thing I’ve found helpful is not to obsess over my weight by weighing myself every day and agonizing over every single food-related decision. Taking it week-by-week is allowing me to focus on bigger goals and not being too discouraged when I do cave in – like when our office had TONS of free catered food. What can I say? I’m a sucker for free food.
I’ve also been taking weekly photos – I won’t post those here b/c I’d rather not be responsible for making you nauseous. I may post them at the end of the year though, we’ll see.
I’d still rather nap than go out and exercise. “I’ll nap in the room next to the kids just in case they wake up,” I say, even though my wife will tell you that I don’t respond when they do wake up. ^_^ So I’m making it a point to try and meet my goal of exercising at least 3 times this week.
And being the dork I am, it’s nice to know that I am 3.846% done with this experiment. My goal is that by the end of it I’ll have more energy, which will help me be the best husband and dad I can be, and that I would have developed healthy habits for life. After all, I hear kids stop napping around 4 or 5, so I can’t use that as an excuse.
What about you? How are your resolutions going? Do you miss the days your kids would take naps?
I recently turned 30. My wife and friends surprised me (those sneaky hobbitses) the day before with a birthday bash. Maybe it was their friendship or maybe it was the freaky clown on the cake
but when I looked in the mirror on my birthday, I told mysellf, “enough is enough.”
You see, I entered 2012 in a pretty sorry state.
For those who’ve been following this blog, you know we’ve been trying to sell our home. Well, we sold it a few days after Christmas. After having our home on the market for nearly 8 months, you’d think I’d be excited but those 8 months were arduous, as we had to mull through low-ball after low-ball offer. After all that waiting, we still ended up selling our home for much lower than we anticipated and had to wipe out our savings and borrow from my sister in order to complete the sale.
I kept saying positive things to my wife like, “You know, some people had it much worse and lost a lot more money on their homes,” “Sure, if we rented after we got married we would’ve been in a better state but 7 years ago, NO ONE was renting because home values were skyrocketing,” “Sure they took all our money, but at least they didn’t take away our kids or vital organs or anything.” But who am I kidding? I wasn’t trying to alleviate any of my wife’s concerns; I was attempting to reassure myself that I wasn’t a complete failure.
I say I don’t subscribe to traditional gender roles but when it comes down to it, I still consider it my duty to provide for my family. After having been married for 7 years, all I had to show for it was $13.54 in my savings account and I’m now living with my parents as a 30 year old.
When I’m feeling down, I usually turn to food. If you couldn’t tell, I kind of like food. A lot. So the entire holiday season, I felt like Fat Bastard from Austin Powers, “I eat because I’m unhappy, and I’m unhappy because I eat. It’s a vicious cycle.”‘
To top it off, I had zero motivation for anything and often felt lethargic. I didn’t workout. I didn’t update my blog. I told my kids I’d read them books later. I passed my time with simple pleasures: memes on Reddit and games on my iPhone. I got the point where much of the content on Reddit were reposts and I unlocked all the achievements in Plants vs. Zombies (this was 1000 times less exciting than I thought it would be).
WAH! WAH! WAH! Will you get to the point already?!?!?!
Right. So, now we’re back to me looking at my jiggly, unmotivated self in the mirror on my birthday.
I sat down and made goals for my 30th year.
1) Eating whole food – I read In Defense of Food, watched Food, Inc., a few years back but processed and fast foods were so much more convenient for us as parents. D1 is now able to point out McDonald’s, Panda Express, and other fast food places in the car. Yeah, it’s time to change.
I’m going to try and follow “Eat food. Not too much. Mostly plants.” So that means minimally processed food (no more than 5 ingredients). But don’t worry, I’m still going to enjoy a juicy, sizzling steak every now and then.
2) Consume more Scripture and less media
3) Exercise regularly – 3x/week
Aside from having to pee every morning around 6am, 30 doesn’t physically feel any different than 29. But I’m resolved to make it my best year yet.
Go, Pop, go!!!
What about you? Have you made any goals for 2012? What changes did you go through when you hit a milestone birthday?
Not sure what it is, but I seem to be on a TGIF kick lately.
One of my favorite shows was Family Matters.
Love that clip, especially two moments: when Urkel adjusts his glasses and the cheer, which I still remember to this day (Give me a V! V! You got yo V, you got yo V!) One of Steve Urkel’s catchphrases was, “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up.”
Well, I’ve fallen off the working out horse. Bad. My last workout I documented on my blog was in May. I did a few workouts at home and went on a few runs since, but the only working out I did in June and July was leading worship, lifting my fork or chopsticks to my face, and picking up and carrying an 8lb baby.
While visiting friends, I was holding D2 in an upright position in my left arm. During the conversation, I start to feel wetness on my chest. I figure D2 spit up but when I look down, I see D2 is attempting to nurse through my shirt. My friends laughed, as did I, but when I got home, I had some real reflecting to do.
Although I stayed at the same weight (197), I’d lost significant amounts of muscle. Not to mention the moobs/mitties I was now sporting (sadly, mitties isn’t a cute word for teeny, tiny mittens) that D2 thought she could get milk out of.
Working out can be quite the battle because of what I call the Temple Principle. Jesus said He would tear down the temple and rebuild it in 3 days, which is a 3:1 ratio of building to tearing down time. It took me roughly 9 months of lifting to get to where I was; it took less than 3 to bring me back to where I was a year ago.
Additionally, with my lifestyle, I have to make a concerted effort to exercise. When we had guests from Thailand over, this was the gist of one conversation we had:
Me: I haven’t been to the gym in a while
Guest: What’s a gym?
Me: It’s where I go to exercise.
Guest: Oh, can we go too?
Me: Oh. You have to pay to get in.
Guest: You have to pay to go somewhere to exercise?
Guest: It’s pretty cheap, right?
Me: Actually, it’s quite expensive. Like a couple bucks a day.
Guests: Well, I guess that’s not too bad. I mean, you go everyday, right?
So yeah, even though I pay for it, working out isn’t a regular part of my day unless I make it.
As I stood on the scale and looked in the mirror, I felt remorse and sadness for a moment, and then I heard a voice in my head: Go, appa, go! No time to feel sorry for myself, it’s time to get back up. Sorry, Urkel – I’ve fallen, but I can get up.
So I headed back to the gym last Friday. I decided to start small (135lb squat, 135lb bench) but it sure didn’t feel small. I did stronglifts workout A and jogged on the treadmill for 10 minutes at 6mph. I want to say it felt great, but it felt terrible.
The next day, I was pretty sore but not terribly so. My brother-in-law and some friends were going to play basketball, so I decided to join in. Turns out, I was the oldest one in the group by far – sporting a wedding ring and bags under my eyes from D2’s sleep patterns immediately makes you an old man in their eyes. I’m in my late 20’s but there is a decidedly visible difference between late and early 20’s when you’re playing sports. Most notably, while the young guns were running up and down the length of the court, I mostly jogged back and forth between the 3-point lines and heaved up ill-advised three pointers that elicited groans.
The following day, I was so sore. Every time I had to move, I had to muster up a bit of courage to do so. Little muscles near my groin that I never knew existed were sore and turns out they play a vital role in walking. I dreaded each and every sneeze because my ab(s) hurt.
It was a terrible few days but the soreness has subsided and it’s time to hit the gym again.
So here’s a cheer for you, my fat and moobs: You don’t want none of Pop. Do ya?! Do ya?! Do Ya?! Do Ya?! Do Ya?! Do Ya?! No, I don’t think so.
Go, Pop, Go!
What motivates you to get back or stay on the horse?