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It’s March 1st, so it’s time to check in on our monthly goals.
Last month, I set three simple goals:
- Work harder on eliminating late-night snacking. I was hit or miss on this.
- Lose a little more weight. I was successful, but this needs a longer explanation, that I’ll get to in a moment.
- Try to do one proper push-up. I worked and worked, but I’m not there yet.
Okay, so the weight thing, which also explains the title of this post. For most of the month, I had snacking somewhat (but not totally) under control and I lost a nice amount of weight. Then, a few nights ago, I had a terrible nightmare. One that was so vivid and real that when I woke up the next day, I was incredibly stressed and couldn’t shake it off. And as a result, I’ve done some stress eating in the past couple of days that has caused me to regain a couple of pounds. I think I’m over it and I’m sure that I’ll re-lose the weight within the next week or so, but I still shudder to think about it.
What was this horrible nightmare? I dreamed I was pregnant. Yep, almost 43 years old, two girls in middle school, planning a possible international vacation for this summer, five years from sending one girl off to college … and pregnant. Wouldn’t that freak you the fuck out too? I feel queasy just thinking about it the concept of having a freshman in college and a kindergartner in the same year.
It would be damn near impossible for me to be pregnant — believe me, my OB/GYN and I have my uterus locked down tighter than the crown jewels and I seriously doubt Pete’s swimmers have the bionic virility needed to breach such a security system — so I’m not actually worried enough about it to go to CVS and pick up a test. Still, dreams have a way of messing with your head, you know? It doesn’t matter how irrational it might be: If your brain tells you in the wee hours of that night that, say, Colin Firth is going come shoot your family, burn your house down, and then kick your burned-out remains across your yard, you’re going to shudder a bit if you’re switching channels on TV and catch a glimpse of “The King’s Speech.”
So to recap: Bad dream. Freaked out Jen. Stress eating. Regained a small amount of weight.
Okay, moving on to March’s goals, I’m going to keep the same ones from February:
- Cut out the late-night snacking (and the stress eating) and lose a little more weight this month.
- Continue working on doing one proper push-up.
What about everyone else? How did you do on your February goals and what are your March goals?
That’s a doozy of a nightmare! And I can relate: I had 2 sets of 2 kids (short story, but still too long) and the oldest is 14 years older than the youngest. It makes for a lo-o-o-ng Motherhood, and it may explain why I have never felt abandoned in my Empty Nest. They ARE adorable, however.
I got some things done in February so I am happy.
Stress and busy-ness sure kicked my goals’ butts. But I have hope I’ll get back on track soon. I’m debating if I want to admit my failure in a one-month post of my own. Thoughts?
I wouldn’t call not hitting your goals a failure as much as it was focusing on something else major that was going on in your life.
No, it doesn’t freak me out. My oldest will be 25 in 2 months, my middle child is 14 and my baby turned 6 last month. I have had children in my 20′s, 30′s and a few months shy of my 40′s. Pregnancy was good to me. I wouldn’t change a thing in my 46 years.
My parents had children in their 20′s, 30′s and 40′s, with just over 14 years spread out among the 4 of us. In fact, my brother had *just* been potty trained and was 3 when I left for college.
February goals of giving up the two forms of cake a day and fitting into my jeans were mostly successfully met. I could still work some more on making those jeans looser, but at least I’ve given up cake for the most part.
Dreaming you are pregnant means you are gestating a new idea or new you or something like that. It means something new is coming into your life…not necessarily a baby. It’s a good omen!!
Bahahaha. I had a dream like that recently too only regarding adoption, I veer back and forth between being freaked out (nonononononono!) and trying to figure out if the universe is telling me something (WTF universe?). Although, honestly, I’d be more scared by the Colin Firth dream because that would totally ruin my second husband for me. I know you think he is your second husband, but you can’t have him, he’s mine.
Do you think they could just start cloning him so that we can all have our very own Mr. Darcy?/King George?
I think the Girl was about 9 months old when I had one of those. Except in the dream I was quite suddenly 7 months along and obviously there was no way out. I was FREAKED out. (Cold sweat, total anxiety adrenaline rush, and hubs said I was making quite a bit of noise and thrashing in my sleep.) This was also the same time we were debating Josh’s little procedure. Needless to say that sealed the deal for me and I encouraged him to hasten the process. *shudder* I feel your pain. Two kids is perfectly enough for me.
My goal for March: find a way to enjoy my work trip. It’s to the Carribbean on our cruise line. It should be enjoyable. And yet all the travel and planes and trains and autos and hotels and ships just sound like a nightmare. I leave on Tuesday, so at least I’ll get that one checked off the list soon.
Notice how I carefully avoid these goal making posts? Yeah, not going well here wih that tuff.
Glad you are, though!
My goals last month were to eat healthier dinners and ride the bike. The healthier dinners thing is coming along fine, and I’ve even been cooking more. Lots of salads too –love that green right now.
The bike? Well, it’s been hit or miss, definitely not as much as I should, but I did get up this morning at 5:30 a.m. to ride. That seems to be the only time I can reliably fit exercise into my day . . .
Goals for March. Hmmm . . . same things I guess.
February was a rough one for me, too. Here’s to hoping for a more successful March.
I think about you every time my trainer makes me do a push-up. Trying to figure out if that is motivational or not.
Five-pound February was a failure.
Wash, rinse, repeat (except for, hopefully, the results!) is on the schedule for March.
With the girl almost out of the nest and off doing her own thing much of the time, I think I would cry if I had to start all over. All my baby and toddler love goes to the nieces, nephews and other assorted children of friends who after much fun can be returned to their proper caregivers. Had one goal for February, that was to make the time for a real physical – lady parts and all for the first time in years. Did it and all is well!! For March, just bought a deeply discounted unlimited monthly yoga pass at a studio just up the street from the office. So for March my goal is to go at least four days a week so it doesn’t go to waste.
I like Nina’s idea – that you have a new idea or project gestating.
I am now firmly into menopause. But when I was still not quite there, I worried. My dr. took me off oral contraceptives so that my system could shake itself out, and I had a diaphragm that I was not very disciplined about using. I often worried – Oh, shit, I’m over 50 and I could be pregnant!!! All that is behind me now, of course, but I know the feeling.
I’ve been remembering that feeling now that contraception is a political issue. What if I had become pregnant, at 53 or 55? What would I have chosen?
I am too old now to be personally touched by laws and policies that restrict womens’ options, but By God I will not forget what it feels like to worry about pregnancy. And no matter how you feel about contraception or abortion, it’s unconscionable that the major players in the politics of women’s reproductive health are a bunch of old men who are excluding women from the dialogue.
I hear that nightmare–I sometimes dream I’m pregnant and I wake up in a cold sweat.