I Used to Eat That!

 Whew.  It's been a while.  There's been Covid.  And my return to working full time.  And kids becoming teenagers.  Life - it's wild.

In that wild ride, I've discovered recently that I'm pre-diabetic and insulin resistant.  Doc says that might explain why I've spent my entire life Oprah-ing through my weight.  The last thing any of us wants is to wind up with Type 2, I've jumped fully in to embrace the new lifestyle I'm being given, and thought it might be best to share with you all my journey.  Should be cathartic, right?!?

The journey begins here at a ridiculous weight (I'm gonna leave you all guessing) but my goal is to lose at least 45lbs.  And the doc says a healthy goal is not to really set a specific number but a weight I feel good at.  One I am motivated to maintain.  So, 45lbs [for now] it is. This non-diet, but moreover 'New Way of Eating' nonsense sees me doing something Keto-ish under a doc's watchful eye.  As I reach my maintenance area, I'll start adding back in gentle carbs and good grains.

Don't cry for me Argentina, though.  Truth be told, I'm not even mad about any of it.  I'm on day 3. Down 4.5lbs - which is 10% of my goal - and I eat so much I could puke.  And really, I'm eating like I used to...just an insanely reduced amount of carbs (50g per day to be exact) as with being insulin resistant those carbs were literally just going to my ass.  Fun times.

So, if you're interested in my journey, feel free to stick around for updates.  Product/food reviews.  Random angst.  Joys.  All of it.  Pray for me...bc I loved bread.

They Really Own More Than One Pair...

The casual observer may think "Those poor kids..." as they see my children in the same pair of shoes daily (or hell, the same five outfits).  I promise you this is not the case.  Each child has many, many pairs of shoes; and while even I only see them wear one pair...I *KNOW* they have more.  Here's how I know:

We have a rule that only one pair of shoes may be left by the front door.  I've come to discover that being a SAHM means my near full-time job is shouting, "PICK UP FOR YOUR SHOES FOR THE LOVE OF CHRIST!"  Shoes.  Plural.  Many, maaaaaaany shoes.  Yet, they only seem to wear one pair. 

So, the greatest mystery has become - Why are there so many shoes strewn about my home?  And why do they appear to multiply on their own?  Every day, I wander, picking up shoes and chucking them into our front closet.  All while muttering to myself, "FFS, how many shoes can a kid have?!?"

Today was no exception, and included three pair of winter boots, two pair of sneakers, a pair of Crocs, dressy shoes and some slippers.  And I know you think I'm prone to exaggeration...but seriously:

So, in this moment I decided to call my mom, whom was on the pick up end of my countless teenaged shoes, I'm certain.  And I wonder if it is just a motherly rite of passage.