Well, I thought it was about time for me to post a progress report. It has been a little over three weeks since I started implementing my diet and exercise routine, and although the results have been rather slow, I have seen some changes.
1. I am no longer having breathing problems when I do light walking and exercise.
2. My blood pressure is back to normal, last time it was measured it was 115 over 60... YAY!!!
3. My clothes are getting quite loose on me, no need to get smaller clothes yet, but I am sure I will get there :)
4. I can put my wedding ring on ( it is a tight fit, so I will wait a little longer before wearing it again).
5. I am no longer in a constant hunger state, that was getting old...
6. I have lost 7 pounds since I started.
This is small but encouraging progress, and since I am using a program on my phone to count and track all of my food intake, it has become a lot easier to stop overeating. I am getting very excited!
Until next time...
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Saturday, January 16, 2010
What do you do with your gum when you are done with it?
Apparently, putting your gum on your hair and eyebrows, so that you look like the love child of Unibrow and Wolverine, is a great option!
You can probably imagine how awful it was to try and get that stuff off his hair, but we managed. However, despite washing his hair and face, he stills smells like a combination of gum and peanut butter... YUK!!!
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Pirate ship
Two posts in one day is very unusual for me, but I had actually written the first a few days ago, and just had not posted it.
Well, today Logan went to the daycare for about an hour, and he had lots of fun drawing. I just thought his pirate ship was the cutest thing I have ever seen! He went through great pains to draw a skull and crossbones on the flag and I can't help but want to share his artistic talent :)
I also asked him about his name on the top left, and he said, "yes it's my name, L O G A N, Logan!"
He is a bright little rascal! Love my little boy.
Down to the wire
Life is changing very quickly for me... Or at least I hope so.
I had wanted to go to college for quite some time before I did so. I first applied to the University of Wisconsin shortly after I married, but became discouraged after continuous problems delayed my admission, and in fact, I simply made the decision to wait. When I prayed about it, I got the impression that it was OK to start my family then.
Fast forward 8 years, and I found myself with 3 kids, dirt poor and with absolutely no prospects. In fact, I was very lucky to have a good paying job doing translations for the department of defense, but only worked part time, so I was not able to make enough money anyway.
At that time, I prayed a lot to get an answer to what I should do, and received a distinct impression that I should go to school. I got everything started, and didn't look back.
It took a lot of time and work,It's not perfect, but despite being so busy, Doug and I are trying to be good to each other, which is all I can really ask for. I have been very successful in school so far,got good grades and I am truly learning about the world and myself which has made going to school a very fun experience (when I am not stressing excessively about all I have to do).
And now, here I am, at the eve of applying to the school of nursing. A very nerve racking experience, since I worry too much about what might go wrong in these kinds of things. I have had my share of disappointments lately, and I get a little scared.
I had to write an essay, which I started a long time ago. I was having a very hard time writing it, which is not really characteristic for me, but nevertheless, I could not write, or fix what was there, I felt utterly powerless. It took a lot of time, but finally I asked friends and family to look at what I had, and help me out. Everyone was so wonderful, giving me plenty of feedback, telling me what they thought was lacking. Thanks to Marco, Kike, Cory, Trina, Julie, Eli (James), Chelsi, Mary and Martha. You guys really helped get my essay where it needed to be. I have to say that I felt much better after working on it some more, and I feel confident that I have done everything possible to make my application reflective of my potential. Well friends, as of today, the application is in, and now I wait. I should hear from them by the end of March. Until then, I just wanted to share with all of you the finished essay, which actually tells a lot about some of my previous life experience and where I want to go.
Here is a small excerpt:
According to the Institute of Medicine, Medical errors are the cause of approximately 98,000 deaths in the United States (Kohn, 26). Of those, 34,850 patients would have survived if they had received appropriate treatment (Shojania et al., 2853). Although misdiagnoses have decreased substantially in recent decades (ibid, 2853), a development nurses played a considerable part in, they continue to significantly affect patient care. Unfortunately, I have experienced this firsthand.
My father suffered a stroke when I was 15 years old. When he sought medical help he was misdiagnosed, subsequently suffered irreversible brain damage, and has been permanently disabled since. After my father returned home, my family and I had to make adjustments to accommodate my father's needs, and I became his full-time caregiver. I fed, bathed and dressed my father everyday; I helped him do physical and speech therapy exercises, and went with him to his doctor's appointments. Through this experience, I gained a great deal of respect for nurses. It was emotionally challenging to take care of my disabled father, but also extremely fulfilling to see his progress and make a difference in his life. From that point on, I was determined to one day become a nurse... (I wrote a lot more, but have been advised not to post all of my essay, so here is the conclusion) As a nurse, I will have the unique opportunity and responsibility to do what is necessary to obtain the correct diagnosis for my patients. While it is not feasible to expect an error-free performance, I know that the personal experience I've had with my father will always remind me of the reason why I should strive for excellence in clinical practice. I know that the quality of education I attain will dictate the caliber of professional that I become. This is why it is my sincere aspiration to realize my dream of becoming a nurse at the University of Utah nursing school.
I had wanted to go to college for quite some time before I did so. I first applied to the University of Wisconsin shortly after I married, but became discouraged after continuous problems delayed my admission, and in fact, I simply made the decision to wait. When I prayed about it, I got the impression that it was OK to start my family then.
Fast forward 8 years, and I found myself with 3 kids, dirt poor and with absolutely no prospects. In fact, I was very lucky to have a good paying job doing translations for the department of defense, but only worked part time, so I was not able to make enough money anyway.
At that time, I prayed a lot to get an answer to what I should do, and received a distinct impression that I should go to school. I got everything started, and didn't look back.
It took a lot of time and work,It's not perfect, but despite being so busy, Doug and I are trying to be good to each other, which is all I can really ask for. I have been very successful in school so far,got good grades and I am truly learning about the world and myself which has made going to school a very fun experience (when I am not stressing excessively about all I have to do).
And now, here I am, at the eve of applying to the school of nursing. A very nerve racking experience, since I worry too much about what might go wrong in these kinds of things. I have had my share of disappointments lately, and I get a little scared.
I had to write an essay, which I started a long time ago. I was having a very hard time writing it, which is not really characteristic for me, but nevertheless, I could not write, or fix what was there, I felt utterly powerless. It took a lot of time, but finally I asked friends and family to look at what I had, and help me out. Everyone was so wonderful, giving me plenty of feedback, telling me what they thought was lacking. Thanks to Marco, Kike, Cory, Trina, Julie, Eli (James), Chelsi, Mary and Martha. You guys really helped get my essay where it needed to be. I have to say that I felt much better after working on it some more, and I feel confident that I have done everything possible to make my application reflective of my potential. Well friends, as of today, the application is in, and now I wait. I should hear from them by the end of March. Until then, I just wanted to share with all of you the finished essay, which actually tells a lot about some of my previous life experience and where I want to go.
Here is a small excerpt:
According to the Institute of Medicine, Medical errors are the cause of approximately 98,000 deaths in the United States (Kohn, 26). Of those, 34,850 patients would have survived if they had received appropriate treatment (Shojania et al., 2853). Although misdiagnoses have decreased substantially in recent decades (ibid, 2853), a development nurses played a considerable part in, they continue to significantly affect patient care. Unfortunately, I have experienced this firsthand.
My father suffered a stroke when I was 15 years old. When he sought medical help he was misdiagnosed, subsequently suffered irreversible brain damage, and has been permanently disabled since. After my father returned home, my family and I had to make adjustments to accommodate my father's needs, and I became his full-time caregiver. I fed, bathed and dressed my father everyday; I helped him do physical and speech therapy exercises, and went with him to his doctor's appointments. Through this experience, I gained a great deal of respect for nurses. It was emotionally challenging to take care of my disabled father, but also extremely fulfilling to see his progress and make a difference in his life. From that point on, I was determined to one day become a nurse... (I wrote a lot more, but have been advised not to post all of my essay, so here is the conclusion) As a nurse, I will have the unique opportunity and responsibility to do what is necessary to obtain the correct diagnosis for my patients. While it is not feasible to expect an error-free performance, I know that the personal experience I've had with my father will always remind me of the reason why I should strive for excellence in clinical practice. I know that the quality of education I attain will dictate the caliber of professional that I become. This is why it is my sincere aspiration to realize my dream of becoming a nurse at the University of Utah nursing school.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Temple!!
As mentioned earlier, I had planned to go to the family history library to do get names ready for the temple. Everything worked out so well, from the parking, to the children behaving so well throughout the whole hour I was there. I printed 4 cards for me to do, 3 sealing, and 3 male names. I still have to do a lot more, by the time I got all that done, the kids were antsy and started to fight, So I will have to go back and do about 15 more names, but I was feeling so great when I walked out of the family history library, so cool!
Then I went home and my cell phone alarm went off, today is the ward temple night, it said. I called the temple to make sure I didn't need an appointment to do my own family names, checked to see if I could have them do the male names for me (Doug let his temple recommend expire), and then called Doug to see if he would be OK watching the kids. He then informs me that he got his temple recommend last week, and would like to do my names in the temple. So, I arranged for carpooling, babysitting (Thanks Brigetta and Kayse!) and got ready to go!!!
Next we got to the Temple, walked the very long walk from the main entrance to the baptismal font (I needed to correct the cards I printed first), when we got there, there was a very large group doing baptisms. We asked about what we should do, and we were told we would likely have to wait until everyone else had gone through. Luckily, we were allowed to go through before them, since I had my own names. We went through, and it was so wonderful! When we were done, I had the distinct feeling that my grandma is happy now.
Awesome stuff!!!
Then I went home and my cell phone alarm went off, today is the ward temple night, it said. I called the temple to make sure I didn't need an appointment to do my own family names, checked to see if I could have them do the male names for me (Doug let his temple recommend expire), and then called Doug to see if he would be OK watching the kids. He then informs me that he got his temple recommend last week, and would like to do my names in the temple. So, I arranged for carpooling, babysitting (Thanks Brigetta and Kayse!) and got ready to go!!!
Next we got to the Temple, walked the very long walk from the main entrance to the baptismal font (I needed to correct the cards I printed first), when we got there, there was a very large group doing baptisms. We asked about what we should do, and we were told we would likely have to wait until everyone else had gone through. Luckily, we were allowed to go through before them, since I had my own names. We went through, and it was so wonderful! When we were done, I had the distinct feeling that my grandma is happy now.
Awesome stuff!!!
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
More from the world of the mundane
Emma certainly amazes me every day. She just finished reading Stuart Little, and will soon start reading Charlotte's Web. Adela and Emma are both growing so fast that although Emma is 4 years older than her, Adela is wearing a dress that I just took out of Emma's drawer because it was too short. (that may have more to do with the fact that Emma is so thin that she still fits into size 4-5 T shirts). Adela is way too smart (like her siblings, but more street smart I guess...), and quite a model, look at her posing!
Logan is as always being a little rascal. We took all the kids to parent's night out, and when we got there to pick him up I was told about all the naughty things he did. I was furious! Not only is he being bad, but also, he is ruining the experience for all of us. In fact, if he continues that way, they won't watch them any more (gasp!!!). Let's hope he does better...
About me, I had quite a scare last week, when I was supposed to sign up for my classes in the spring and one of them was totally full. This ordinarily would not be a big issue, but it is an online class, and I need to be registered in order to be considered for the nursing program. Anyone who knows me just a little bit knows that I tend to panic easily... Well, I was in full blown panic mode, even so far as asking my visiting teachers and home teachers to pray for me so I could get in the class (I got chastised by Doug later over that). In any case, I was praying about it yesterday, as I had done for quite a while and remembered something from Sunday school class a few weeks ago. It was about family history work, and the instructor talked about turning your heart to your ancestors, and they will turn their hearts to you, and help you. I remembered how my dad and mom tell me that my grandmas are watching out for me. So, I decided to finally submit their names for temple ordinances, and I started planning a trip to the family history library to get that done right away. As soon as I did that, I got an email from the professor, telling me that the add codes will be sent in a couple of days.
I also talked to my mom and dad and asked them if they would give me permission to do their parent's temple work, and my mom agreed, but my dad not only agreed, he told me he has a feeling that it is what his Mom wants. Tears filled my eyes as I realized it was her wish all this time, and it is soon to be fulfilled.
Until next time...
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Family night
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We were both so tired last Monday, we decided to go to red robin for dinner, it was great! granted, we played with our cell phones more than we should have, but both of us took some really cool pictures of the kids. The fun really started when we got shakes for all of them... boy, were they excited! I was glad we were at a restaurant and I didn't have to clean up after the mess! I especially like the fact that when I took the picture on the top, Logan was eating from the spoon, and by the time the phone took the picture he was licking the spoon!
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