Things I've learned whilst packing

T-shirts with skinny jeans are just never okay. Never. Don't fear, though, I quickly changed out of that monstrosity of an outfit and got myself into a nice three quarter length shirt from Old Navy. (not a plug, just the facts.) In fact, it looks like this:

Ahh.. much better.

Having a hubby with a totally different method of packing is quite overwhelming. Yes, quite. For example, he likes to take everything out of the cabinets so they are "cleaned out"... except then the counters are full of random things and my brain is exploding. I, on the other hand, like to jump from room to room with no particular logic or order twirling around, packing one or two things at a time, and then quickly move on to the next room before anything can truly be accomplished. 

It's important to have a hubby that can do the things you can't, like take down all of the command hooks (seriously, it's like I have ten thumbs when it comes to those things). Also, a hubby that has three trailers at his disposal makes for a crowded driveway but happy movers. It's great not having to rent u-hauls.

Friends are awesome. Friends that help move are even awesomer (yeah, I said it).

Beautiful weather makes for happy movers also. When the windows can be open with a nice cool breeze coming in, I find that my attitude is more of the "whistle while you work" variety than the *!@*! variety.

Having family to watch the girls so we can actually get things done pretty much makes me walk with a skip in my step. I cannot imagine packing boxes full of breakable things with two little blondies underfoot. I'm cringing just at the thought of it.

Part two will come shortly, once we're settled (maybe someday we'll have internet at our new house? And maybe someday I'll get my head out of boxes long enough to write that post?)

Up next: Move boxes that we packed today into trailers. Then, try to sleep at night knowing that we are homeless and unable to move into the new house until the next day. Then, close on old house. Then, close on new house. Then, move in as fast as humanly possible to new house. Then, sit around awkwardly without tv or internet (the horror) instead of using the time wisely to get legit settled in the new house. It shall be interesting in the Deyle house, that's for sure.

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NSVs and the weekly weigh in

Non Scale Victories:

 

As KTJ says, "It is nice to take time to see the accomplishments you’ve had during the week, big or small, even if that scale isn’t moving!

Too many of us base our success just on the number we see on the scale, but there is so much more to it! All the little changes we make are helping us make a healthier lifestyle. Whether you lost weight this week or not, let’s celebrate your non-scale victories! So whether you said no to that birthday cake in the office, ran a 5k, or tracked your food every day this week. . . it is time to celebrate!"

 

So here are mine:

 

With rough bedtimes being the downfall of almost every single day lately (two year olds are so fun, right?) I have had some serious emotional eating temptations after dark. Like my whole attitude revolved around this inner dialogue: I am going to eat a huge plate of nachos and then top it off with a Hershey's bar. It's going to rock. No, self, that will undo every single thing you've done this week. Stop for real. Just stop. Oh my goodness where are some crackers? I could put cheese on them. And then make brownies and eat the dough. No need to bake them. Bahh stop! Go drink water! You can do better than this! You are not reliant on food! BAhhhhh! You know what would be so refreshing right now? An ice cold beer. No, a summer shandy! No, a glass of wine! HELLO that is like 4-8 points that you don't have any more because you ate all of those chips and cheese. Get it together, self.

 

So yeah. It wasn't pretty. But thankfully I won out more times than I didn't. I did give in a little but it is so much more controlled (and appropriate with portion sizes) than it used to be.

 

Last night, after having eaten a ton at a friend's house who had a little women's retreat (tacos, brownies, cookies (yes more than one), coffee with sweet creamer, etc) I came home and made spaghetti for the family. We're trying to use up as much food as possible (less to move and store when we are fridge-less) so our meals are creative and not at all good for you. Instead of eating a huge bowl of it, I made some green beans and ate 80% of those and 20% pasta. I stopped when I felt satisfied and didn't even finish my meager serving. It was so rewarding to know that I had that kind of control in spite of how tired I was and how bad the day had already been. 

 

And sure enough, it paid off with a weight loss. But the NSV honestly means so much more to me.

 

 

Weigh In info: Down another 1.2 lbs. Total weight loss: 11.4 lbs. Slow but steady! I am happy for a loss in general this week. My heart wasn't as committed every day so I had a few more slip ups. Generally, still feeling "in this" but thoughts of moving and the craziness that is about to happen with being in limbo between houses, not being settled right away, and not having a full kitchen for the first week makes me just pray for a maintenance week. I'll still do my best though!

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Josie says

And the role call begins. While looking at a sheet of paper, "Name? Momma Deyle (pronounced Dye-lee). Name? Audrey Deyle. Name? Momma Grace (her middle name, not mine). Name? Josie Deyle." It goes on and on and Audrey patiently sits on with big eyes and a belly laugh now and then (who knows what is so funny but it's contagious).

My dad decided to take out our recyclables (thank you, Dad) and asked Josie if she wanted to help him find the recyclables in the garage or stay here for just a moment. She replied, "I want to go and look for the moment." I wonder if she found it?

Josie's shoe slipped off on her heel one day as she was playing. When she asked me to help her, she said, "You will help me sweetie!" How kind of her to sweeten up her demands with a pet name for me.

Josie loooves to have her toenails painted. She will point at my toes and then point to hers and ask me to "paint her tonytails."

Josie and I are standing by the window, watching daddy get out of his truck and make his way inside. I tell Josie to say hi to him and she quietly says, "hi daddy." I tell her to say it louder so she says it at the same volume but an octave higher. I tell her again to say it louder, and this time she goes so high that my ears can barely hear it and the second half of daddy falls back down to normal speaking volumes except now its ridiculously loud. Of course the whole time, she's jumping and laughing and saying "Audrey's standing, Audrey's at the window, hi daddy, Audrey, daddy!"



You will hear this around our house often:
Josie: "I want cheese!" (or anything else, cheese is the most common though)
Me:
Josie: "I want cheese!"
Me:
Josie: "I wanna ask nicely!"
Me: "Ok... go ahead"
Josie: "Please??" (sickeningly sweet smile to go with it)Me: "May I..."
Josie: "May I have cheese pleeeease?"

I can't get enough of that girl. "I want to ask nicely!" Seriously!!





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Bedtime, there is no love for you

Bedtime has kicked our bottoms (that's what we call them around here) lately. Like I'm sitting here eating watermelon by the pound while both girls scream in their room because one wants water and one won't lay down and keep that pacifier in her *!@!* mouth. At some point, there's nothing more I could possibly do so here I sit. Listening to them both, oh wait now it's just one, scream her face off for nothing. 

Most nights, we start the bedtime routine around 7:00. Tonight was an exception because we had some "need daddy with" shopping to do so we didn't get in bed til 9:00. Regardless, each night is about a three hour ordeal with time outs, stuffed animals taken away, potty breaks, scoldings, mean mommies, mean daddies, stern faces, and crabbiness all around.

Like I said, it's kicking our bottoms.

Prayers? Thanks.

The good old days, when this actually happened.

Josie

Audrey

But seriously, we make some cute babies.





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