I knew it had been awhile since I'd blogged..but holy crap, the last post was 2 months ago!
Just in case you were wondering where I've been hiding, here's what's happened.
You know those times when life flips you upside down when you least expect it? We had the rug yanked from under us and have spent a while tumbling around trying to find our footing again.
3 weeks before Thanksgiving, Chris started a new job, one we thought long and hard about before accepting. Nine days after starting, he was fired. No warning, no notice (and if you ask me, without just cause)… he was handed a termination notice at the end of the day, and they refused to identify any reason or offer any specifics. Sound shady to you?
Yeah, us too.
The following week after his termination, we rushed to the hospital, and found out that we'd lost the baby, at 17 weeks. This was the Friday before Thanksgiving. Needless to say, things were a little emotionally rough for a while.
The week immediately following Thanksgiving was filled with helping my in-laws (and their 40-years-accumulation of possessions) move into a new home. Since then, there's been quite a lot of trips back and forth between the old house and new, lots of packing, moving, sorting, unpacking, and more sorting that's taken place. There's been some recent health problems that has left Chris' parents unable to do much, so we've been incredibly busy, and while it feels like progress, there's still a lot left to do.
Somewhere in all that was Christmas, then New Years, and now here we are.
I swear, it feels like we've barely had a minute to ourselves to breathe…and we're diving right back into the fray, now that the Holidays have come and gone; we have only a short window of time to help get his parents settled, and then we have less than 6 months to pull off a great housing switcheroo of our own.
With all the craziness, and the blog falling by the wayside, I've toyed with the idea of canceling the CavemomChronicles, but Chris refuses to let me do so. So, I'm dragging you all along with me for the ride as I get back to paleo/primal again.
I'd begun sneaking some grains back into my diet here and there at the end of my pregnancy. Between hormonal cravings and a niggling worry that a total lack of exposure to grains may cause an even greater sensitivity in the baby, I added grains back in. The problem is that once I opened the door, I let the fatgirl in me free again. Sugar-and-fat-and-grain laden junk food worked its way back into the house and made it's way to my own plate way too often. I didn't worry overmuch about sticking to paleo during Thanksgiving, and gave myself permission to enjoy all the goodies.
I was suprised…REALLY suprised…by how easy it was, after Thanksgiving, to jump right back on the plants-and-animals wagon again. I felt so much better, and I quickly was able to toss all the junk food aside without too much thought.
The slide back was pretty seamless, but oh, so frustrating for me. I'd been hoping- anticipating, to be honest- that I would be able to shed the 17lbs I'd put on during that first trimester. My doc told me not to expect to see any results for at least a month, but I didn't believe her. Oh, the mental anguish of getting back on the scale and seeing the numbers hadn't gone anywhere- it seriously drove me crazy.
But then they moved…! Only they went up.
Up 8lbs in 3 days, despite weeks of being back on plan, not overeating, and getting quite the regular workouts with all the sets of steps, the bending and lifting and moving of furniture and boxes and whatnot.
Staring down at the scale, I had a very lengthy OMGWTFisThisSh*t moment.
Thankfully, Chris talked me off the scale (and down from the edge I was teetering on), and in a couple days my weight was back down…and hovering at the same place I'd been for the last 6 weeks or so. And stayed there, no matter how much I was exercising or how little I was eating. And because I was so focused on the numbers (and had this driving need to get back to 'normal' after all the stuff we'd gone through) I was really pushing the limits of 'healthy'. Barely eating, overworking myself. Bad, bad behaviors.
Finally I got pissy, and said 'screw it'.
I'm fairly certain I used other sentence enhancer to get my point across, but that will do for now.
I gave in to the lure of Christmas cookies, fudge, Cinnabon coffee creamer, homemade rolls, and all manner of delicious carb-and-fat-and-salt-and-sugar-and-nothing-remotely-paleo goodness. Pies, stuffing, sweet potatoes…you name it, I gave myself a pass to enjoy the ever-loving hell out of it.
And I did. Too much.
Needless to say, after all that Holiday food merriment, I feel like total crap.
The thing about total crap…sometimes you
forget it choose to ignore it in the face of more carbs when New Years and your birthday rolls around. And I did. And I'm paying for it.
I woke up this morning with a driving need to get back to paleo. My clothes are too tight, I can see weight gain in my face, and my body is SO not happy with me right now; my joints ache, my muscles hurt, my stomach is a mess. I'm feeling incredibly lethargic, headachy, and all around crappy.
So…back to paleo. It's missed me..and I missed it.
Things are sliding back into place…Chris got a job offer on Monday, the kids go back to school in a few days. The Holidays are past, life is slowly shifting back to something manageable again, and I'm contemplating a veggie omelet for breakfast.
I'm back. I'm happy to be back.
Hi. Again. Again.