HEALTHY LIVING...

OR LACK THERE OF…

A couple of years ago, my cousin explained to me that he is going to be a smoker forever.  At this point, him and his wife had been smokers for three decades.  He said the issue is that both of them smoke, so whenever one would choose to quit, the other wouldn’t be ready.  Then, in moments of weakness, they would give in, because the other was still smoking.  Anyway, I was so thankful when I heard that story, because I realized if it wasn’t for Aaron being a non-smoker, I would probably still be smoking.  But alas, the story now applies to Aaron and I.

Aaron and I have been talking about ‘getting healthy’ for the past couple of years.  When we met, I weighed about fifty pounds less than I do now.  How horrible is that?  And I need to make something clear.  I do not need to be ‘skinny’. I don’t strive for that ideal.  My ideal weight is about 160, a nice comfortable size 12.  BUT, alas, I am VERY far away from a size 12 right now. And, for the first time in my life, I feel fat.  I feel unhealthy.  For the first time in my life, I am embarrassed when I leave the house because I am trying to squeeze into clothes that no longer fit (though, thankfully, dave ramesy just allowed me to get a few items that fit). 

There are a lot or reasons for my weight gain.  Some of it is right after I had the baby I was SO HUNGRY, all the time (I think the nine months of not being able to eat without puking added to that).  In addition, I know I will probably be pregnant again soon, so sometimes it makes it hard to want to get my ‘banging body back’ (I always refer to my old ‘banging body’ when Aaron and I talk about healthy living, which is hilarious, because most wouldn’t consider a size 12 to be banging!  Ha- it is all relative).  But one of the hardest reasons is that Aaron and I enable each other. 

We talk about healthy living, we make promises to each other, we acknowledge that we need to be healthy for our kids…and then, one of us is weak.  Last night it was Aaron, saying ‘hey, how about an asiago cheese fry snack at 9:00 pm?’.   And even though we KNOW we shouldn’t, the idea is in our heads and we have no hope.  So, at 9:00 at night we are eating asiago fries and watching the Real Housewives of HOTlanta.  ARGH. It is so problematic.

At some point it has to stop- but I fear with our mutual enabling, it will be so hard to live this healthy life we are striving for.  The plan right now is to get me the XBOX Kinect (I HATE exercise for the sake of exercise, and my schedule just sucks for having the energy to work out) and for me to buy healthier things to eat for our household (our grocery bill is up by quite a bit because of it). 

Any tips as we shoot for healthy living? Or, to get us past this rut of unhealthy living?

I told you the awesome was coming...

So here it is:)

Oh I sure do love me some pumpkins:)

A Lot a Lot!  This is fun!!!

But a little weird as well:)

PARTY!!!!!!!!!

Best. Smile. Ever

I'm so handsome, I could be a part time model!

I love to eat ANYTHING in sight:)

Best. Busie. Ever

Thanks for making my super cool Woody Costume Busi!

I just love to stare at Har Har

Family- mommy looks like she has a baby in her tummy!  But she doesn't, it is just the left over, from me:)

Hanging with Grammy is the best.  SO MUCH LOVE

Happy Halloween:)

THINGS...

FROM THE WEEKEND...

First
This weekend was Fall Retreat.  I was not super looking forward to it, because we had a very small number of teens and it was another weekend away from my family.  It ended up being one of my favorites.  We switched around the format, so it was only two days.  The kids were awesome.  BUT, the best part was being able to minister with my friends.   It is so great that God has blessed me with a job that can include friends and families.  Sure, it makes it complicated sometimes, but for the most part…I dig.

Second
The husband and I had a super night last night.  We had a bit of conflict which led to a deeper discussion.  Within that discussion, Aaron said that even though he doesn’t articulate it all the time, our life is sometimes hard on him too.  He said that he doesn’t feel like he can complain, because it would just add to the stress level I am already feeling.  What he said was simple ,but it got me thinking. I have been QUITE wrapped up in myself the last couple months (since July).  About how difficult it is for me to balance home, family, friends, work…etc… About how much it suck s to be away and be busy every weekend.  It has been quite a bit of stress, but because I can be SO self-involved, I haven’t spent much time thinking about how it affects him.  How working all day, then driving across town, picking up the kid, coming home and putting him to bed, then straightening out the house so it is not a mess when I get home, etc…might actually be wearing on Aaron too.  It was a good reminder that although I have married a rather self-less man, it is important not to take advantage of that.  It is important, from time to time, to check in on the husband and how all these changes are affecting BOTH of us.  I am going to put that into play for the next little while.  It also made me aware that we HAVE to be intentional about slowing time from time to time and doing things like pajama days.

Third
This is kind of linked to the first.  But, Aaron says I have a ‘Mary-did-list’ vs. a ‘Honey Do List’.  Often times I like to list off the things that I did for him/our family, instead of just doing them.  Like it is a competition to see who did more, rather than a team effort.  Along with that, I judge when he takes time to just relax.  He pointed that out to me last weekend, when he said, ‘Mary, if you are working, that doesn’t mean I have to be working too, I am allowed to chill out occasionally’.  Which was an EXCELLENT point.   I am going to try to remember this as well, and I have been working on not doing the ‘Mary did list’ all the time.  We shall see how that goes.

MAN- MARRIAGE IS HARD WORK

BTW- our kid is like, the cutest ever.  Halloween with a child is FANTASTIC.  Yesterday, we carved pumpkins (he watched) took pictures (Big Aaron made me refrain from taking too many) and tonight we will go to both grandparents to ‘trick-or-treat’.  LOL!  I will post pictures and maybe some video tomorrow- but just know, it is going to overload you on adorable…so you might want to start preparing now. 

PREVIEW OF THINGS TO COME!!!

PONDERINGS...

...FROM THE WEEKEND

Engaging the Young Church Conference

This weekend was Detroit's first 'Engaging the Young Church Conference'.  It was an excellent time to be with others etc...I wish it didn't come at such a busy time of the year because I was SPENT after.  BUT, it was a pretty magical time.  The diocese was blessed by the skillz of a Mr. Bob Rice, professor at Franciscan University.  My dear friend Mike and I discussed after how awesome it is that Franciscan is not as 'contraversial' as it once was.  It has been pretty awesome to see the 'mood' of the field change when it comes to my Alma mater.  When I first started in the field, if I said I was from Franciscan, I could feel a tangible pull back of the people in the room.  For a whole bunch of reasons, I think that has COMPLETELY changed.  What a blessing!  I remember about 9 years ago telling one of my friends that people better get used to us, because the rate of FUSBALL graduates was going to change youth ministry in this country. I think it has.  I think we have also learned to be normal, vs. weirdo/judgmental/high-horsey catechists...that has helped.  Anyway- YAY God and ministry.

Authentic Christian Witness

Mr. Bob Rice’s 3^rd key note address was on being an authentic Christian Witness. It was pretty powerful, but here is the bummer.  That night, a few of my friends and I hung out.  Although we had a great time, in reflection I realized the way I talked, the things I said, the words I used…for the most part weren’t the best.  I realized that often times I talk the talk but don’t walk the walk, particularly when hanging out with friends.  The next day the husband and I spoke about it briefly, I decided I am going to try to be more consistent in my life.  If I don’t swear around my teens, I should work on not swearing around my friends/family.  If I don’t talk badly about people in front of my teens, I should work on not talking badly about people with friends/family.  If I don’t use off-colored humor around my teens, I should work on not using off colored humor around my friends/family.  I enjoy the ‘call-out’ that God gave me this weekend, because I am hoping to use it to grow closer to him.

Should I do more speaking

This week was weird. I helped a friend with his Confirmation Retreat, gave 2 separate Theology on Tap talks and 2 Social Media Workshops.  Tonight, I will be helping another friend with her Confirmation program.  I completely over-committed myself which is a problem, but for the most part the talks went exceptionally well and I got really great feedback.  This is weird, but in addition I was approached by a few different people about coming out to their parishes and giving talks/retreats.  Anyway, sometimes, I wonder if God could be calling me more in that direction.  BUT, I don’t know what to do about that because in order to go ALL-IN, I would have to have a great many more weeks like the one I just had- and that kind of overwhelms me.  I talked to Blessed JPII about it and asked him to guide our family the way Jesus sees fit, so for now, I am just trusting.

Blessed John Paul II

I could BARELY get through Mass on Saturday.  His first feast day, the Gospel of John reading, ‘Do you REALLY love me’ (a HUGE part of how I feel I got called into ministry) and the song, ‘Lord, when you came’.  I cried through most of the liturgy, feeling so GRATEFUL for the way God has directed my life.  Once again grieving Pope John Paul ( I felt like we were buddies) and taking a moment or two to see how everything in life is connected. It was a really beautiful and much needed prayer moment.

Pajama Days

Yesterday was a much needed day off.  We stayed in our pajamas all day long.  It was GREAT.  At one point, Aaron was curled up and lil’ Aaron was tucked in his side playing with his toys. I, of course, started crying because I can’t believe I get to live this life with my two boys.  Big Aaron scratched my back till I fell asleep at 9:30 pm. I have not gone to bed that relaxed in a couple of months. I slept ten hours. It was awesome, it was great, I feel refreshed and ready to go!  God is good. Pajama days are AWESOME!

Is this normal

My son screams like this (below) all the time!  Is this normal?  I would love some answers on this because sometimes I worry that he does it because he is ‘too stimulated’ during the day. Or, that is mother is SO LOUD that he is learning this is how to communicate.  Thoughts? 

SOME THOUGHTS...

…FOR YOU TODAY

First
My husband and I drove down to Detroit yesterday to look at the ‘Occupy Detroiters’.  Which, btw, is actually quite funny in Detroit, because really, who are you raging against (so as not to offend, I get that some of the occupiers are raging against the man for well-meaning reasons)? That being said, I do have respect for their tent city, it reminded me of WYD and a youth event we have here called the ‘Homeless Experience’.  BUT, that isn’t what I wanted to write about.  After, we went to this famous Detroit BBQ place called ‘Slows’ and got carry out.  Whilst waiting, our child decided to number 2 it in the restaurant.  So, obviously we both fought about who had to hold him until we left (Aaron lost and had to hold him because he wouldn’t go get the diaper bag).  BUT, that isn’t what I wanted to write about.  When in the car, about to drive home, Aaron (Big) took a huge sniff and said, ‘AHHH….it smells like poop and pork in here’.  And I thought to myself, ‘being a parent is weird’.  That is what I wanted to write about.

Second
If you have been reading this blog (btw- I dig the creepers who read it) you know one thing I am majorly struggling with is being a part-time stay at home mom vs. a full time stay at home mom.  I didn’t realize how hard it would be, and I would just love to hang with the child all the time (never fear teens, you are stuck with me).  For instance, last night was the last night this week that I will be able to tuck my baby in bed at night, and that, my friends, is garbage.  BUT, I am starting to be able to figure out what is really bothering me.  You see, my mom was a stay-at-home mom, so that is all I have ever known.  Because of that, I am judging myself by a standard that was NEVER my reality; it was my mom’s reality.  Let me explain…When I was in college one of the most insightful things a professor said to us bright-eye’d-know-it-all neo conservatives was, ‘You can’t talk about longing for the days pre-Vatican II because NONE of you were born, you don’t even know those days’.  So, I apply that here.  I keep longing to be a stay-at-home mom, but the deal was, that is not my reality.  It is not like I am wishing for something I once had. What I have is this incredible life, where I get to work, pay off debt, experience a radical type of teamwork with my husband and give my kid a pretty cool life with lots of people that love him.  That is the reality that has been handed to me, and although it has its drawbacks, I need to start to accept it.  And live it cheerfully (which btw- I think, for the most part I do, accept with the husband).  I am going to try to apply that, but on weeks like this, with no tuck-ins, it is still hard.

Third
My husband’s reflection on Ron Paul, ‘He’s like the brilliant grandfather that no one listens to, but is actually quite logical’. LOL.  I am SO glad that I married my husband as we walk through this political season.

THIS ONE WILL OFFEND...

...so read with caution.

I have this old friend from school, let’s call her Jane.  And Jane’s recent facebook posts have all been about ‘occupying wall street’, ‘putting down the man’, ‘fighting the system of greed and corruption’.  Sweet Jane, for the past 10 years or so, she has worked odd jobs here and there, surfed occasionally, traveled a lot.  Sweet Jane has also ‘freed her mind’ with a crud-ton of drugs.  And now, sweet Jane wants us to raise up our arms, head to wall street and fight the man.  I know all my ‘occupy wall street’ friends are not like sweet Jane.  But to her I say…(drum roll please…) DUDE! Get a JOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That is it for the day.  Blessings be upon your Thursday

I CANNOT STAND...

...waking up early with the little munchkin.  My whole soul fills with dread when I hear his first coos in the morning (we’ve come a long way from being in the hospital and not wanting to sleep because I wanted to hold him all night).  I ADORE sleep, always have and most likely always will.  So, after 5 hours, hearing his first initial sounds are always filled with a sense of dread…I slowly drag myself out of bed, wondering why we thought this having a kid thing was a good idea

BUT THEN

I see his smiling face.  Right now, the sweet baby boy is crazy into stroking my face.  After the first few minutes I begin to wake up.  I hold his tiny body next to mine and can’t believe that we get to co-share him with God.  I snuggle him tight and watch as he discovers his tongue and blows his constant ‘raspberries’.  The morning is his best time.  He is ALL smiles.  This morning, I set him in his chair, I did the dishes, made daddy lunch and sang to him and I swear, the smile never left his face.  The dread goes completely away and I am geeked about the time I get to spend with my child in the morning.

God is good and babies are greatJ