Bits and Pieces

Hello lovelies. Last week I was taken out by the worst sinus infection. Actually almost all the camp here was suffering through something, allergies or asthma due to the change of weather. Needless to say between that and class I was very unproductive when it came to here which is why I just putting together some bits and pieces from last week for today’s post (this post is full of Squish pics, be warned).

Being sick and a mom doesn’t mean mommy duties stop. While the Mr did let me rest and took over when he was home, I still had to attend to the kiddos when he wasn’t.

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Squish was all about playtime, and even with a pounding headache how could I say no??

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The middle child and the Mr. worked on his Pipboy for New York Comic Con next week.

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The oldest turned 15 (man time flies!!) so we took him to Red Robin. I was pretty miserable there because of a sinus headache and it was so loud. Judging by this pic I think Squish thought it was too loud too.

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I tried enjoying my Banzai burger but again when you’re sick your tastebuds don’t function properly. Overall we had a good time and the oldest was pleased.

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Lastly I’m super excited for the return of The Walking Dead. Here’s a bit of my Funko collection, I’m still working on completing TWD minis and regular sized Pop! sets.

While being sick sucked it made me realize something, I need to schedule more posts and keep some drafts on hand. Had I had something thought out, or scheduled already I could’ve just published those instead of attempting to blog while sick and coming up with nothing. So that’s another thing I’m adding to my to do list.

What are some of your blogging tips or to dos?

Desiree

Welcome

Why am I blogging?

Well there are many reasons but the main one is I want to share with you my story and part of my life. So let’s get into the real details of why.

Like many people I have struggled with my weight and self-esteem for years. Growing up I was a very petite (5’1), and barely weighed 110 lbs at the most. After having my first son I gained weight, however I was comfortable with the gain. Over the next few years between 2 more pregnancies, bad reactions to certain medications, and depression I really packed on the pounds. That’s when the cycle began, one I’m sure many of you may be familiar with to a certain extent. I would get motivated and begin dieting, working out, but failing miserably. I would get discouraged when the weight wouldn’t come off fast enough, or I was in a bad mood because I felt hungry from dieting, and I would give up. That then lead to being depressed, And then I would start all over again a few months later. I did this for years, my highest weight reached 190 lbs.

In the summer of 2013 I decided enough was enough. I began to do some research and realizing that I was going about it completely wrong. Instead of “dieting” I needed to change my lifestyle and make it a permanent change. And so I began. However not long after I was pleasantly surprised with the news that I was pregnant with my 4th son. So while I stayed fairly active and continued to stick to a somewhat healthy eating routine, I didn’t workout the way I would’ve liked to. I then ended up having gestational diabetes which made my pregnancy high risk. On March 23 2014¬† I went in to the hospital to be induced, at which point I had several complications, but thankfully I was blessed with a beautiful, healthy baby boy in the end.

Now because of the gestational diabetes, and family history I was told I was at risk to have Type 2 diabetes. I decided then I would really get to work to lose all the extra weight, which on the day of my delivery I weighed 193 lbs. I wish I could say it was smooth sailing from there out. Nope, of course not. A few weeks later I started experiencing horrible chest pains. They would come out of no where, and would make me horribly sick. I would sweat, feel nauseous, and eventually vomit. After a few episodes I ended up in the ER on my birthday, womp womp. I was then told I would need my gallbladder removed. So a month after having my baby on April 25th I had gallbladder surgery. I wish I could say that was the end of my health complications.

When I went in for my follow-up I was told my cholesterol was high, my triglycerides were high, I needed to continuing monitoring my blood sugar randomly because of the risk of diabetes, and I needed to lose weight of course. I remember going home feeling like complete poo. Here I was just turned 33 and failing to pieces. Just when I thought I was in the clear, nope more was going on. I was down and upset for the next few days.

Then after a few days I decided that I wasn’t going to give up. That while I’ve been facing health complication after complication I could still fix it. I was still young and knew I could turn things around. I refused to continue to let it escalate and be put on all types of medications. Enough is enough!! It was then and there when I decided I would work towards becoming the best version of me possible.

So here I am on my journey to becoming a better me. Now don’t get me wrong I’m pretty awesome already, but I want to be able to do and enjoy certain things the way I use to. I want to set goals and achieve them. I want to be able to play with my sons and keep up with them. But above all I just want to be healthy and enjoy life.

This is my journey, I’m sharing it with you in hopes that it may inspire some of you to start your own journeys. Let’s share our ups and downs, inspire each other, and support one and other while we work towards our goals. It’s never too late, and in the end you’ll be happy you started.

 

Let’s conquer these obstacles placed before us and be the fabulous, fit people we can be.

Desiree