ChefChiTown's Rebirth: I'm Back, BABY!!! (In More Ways Than One)...
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ChefChiTown
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What are you sucking up for? What did you do? haha!
Thank you, honey!
What did I do? Nothing. Nothing at all.
ChefChiTown
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Starting Weight (January 18th, 2016): 261 lbs
Current Weight (as of March 12th): 245 lbs
Total Loss: 16 lbs
Ok, I have mixed feelings about my current weight.
1) I've lost 16 lbs total which makes me happy. I've worked really hard to lose that weight and I feel good about my accomplishment.
2) I weighed 241 lbs on February 1st which means that I've only lost a total of four lbs in the past six weeks. That pisses me off.
HOWEVER, my mentality this time around is as follows: As long as I'm taking steps in the right direction I will not get upset.
So, I will not get upset. Why? Because, overall, I'm taking steps in the right direction. Even though I've had my moments (or days) where I stray from my plan, I haven't lost momentum - when all is said and done, I am winning this battle right now.
Since January 18th I have lost a total of 16 lbs. That means in eight weeks I have lost 16 lbs. That equals 2 lbs/week which is a good amount of weight to lose. It's not too much, it's not too little. It's perfect. I have also eaten well for the huge majority of the time, I have dedicated myself and stuck to running every day and, although the scale may not reflect it, I can FEEL a difference in my health which is definitely a positive. So, I'm happy with that. Good for me.
Current Weight (as of March 12th): 245 lbs
Total Loss: 16 lbs
Ok, I have mixed feelings about my current weight.
1) I've lost 16 lbs total which makes me happy. I've worked really hard to lose that weight and I feel good about my accomplishment.
2) I weighed 241 lbs on February 1st which means that I've only lost a total of four lbs in the past six weeks. That pisses me off.
HOWEVER, my mentality this time around is as follows: As long as I'm taking steps in the right direction I will not get upset.
So, I will not get upset. Why? Because, overall, I'm taking steps in the right direction. Even though I've had my moments (or days) where I stray from my plan, I haven't lost momentum - when all is said and done, I am winning this battle right now.
Since January 18th I have lost a total of 16 lbs. That means in eight weeks I have lost 16 lbs. That equals 2 lbs/week which is a good amount of weight to lose. It's not too much, it's not too little. It's perfect. I have also eaten well for the huge majority of the time, I have dedicated myself and stuck to running every day and, although the scale may not reflect it, I can FEEL a difference in my health which is definitely a positive. So, I'm happy with that. Good for me.
ChefChiTown
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So, our daughter had a friend over today and, as much as I would've LOVED to spend the day with two loud-mouthed pre-teen girls, I "had" to take the dog to get her hair cut. I also decided to take our son with me so he could escape, er, get out of the house for a while. So, we were gone for most of the day and I have to say - it was one of the best days I've had with one of our kids in a while.
We started off by rocking out to some music I had prepared for us and it went much better than expected. I have very fond memories of listening to music with my father when I was younger (which lead me to be a music lover as an adult) and I wanted to at least take a shot at having some sort of impact on my son's life in the same kind of way. So, I made a few CDs and told our son that I was going to play some music that I, personally, loved and wanted to play for him. I told him that my dad did the same for me and I just wanted to give him the same opportunity that I had. So, I cranked the music and he IMMEDIATELY started getting into it. I listen to all kinds of music myself so the playlist for today was extremely varied. I played stuff like David Bowie - Heroes, Chicago - Look Away, Def Leppard - Rock of Ages, Dean Martin - That's Amore, Boston - Foreplay/Long Time, Frank Sinatra - This Town, New Found Glory - My Friends Over You, Al Green - Tired of Being Alone, Pantera - Cowboys From Hell, Traveling Wilbury's - She's My Baby, Blues Brothers - Gimme Some Lovin', Aretha Franklin - Respect, Led Zeppelin - Trampled Under Foot, Metallica - Holier Than Thou, Black Flag - I Don't Care, B.B. King - You Upset Me Baby, Dion and the Belmonts - Runaroud Sue, E.L.O. - Don't Bring Me Down and a bunch more.
He LOVED most of it. I thought he might like a few of the songs, but he was super pumped listening to most of the songs I played...which made me really happy. Whatever happens in his life at least I know that we had a moment today - whether that develops into anything or not, it doesn't matter - we still had a moment today and that can never be taken away from us.
On another note, our son is AMAZING. I took him out to spend his birthday gift card (which he got from his uncle) and do you know what he did with it? He didn't just spend his gift card on himself. No. He bought HIS SISTER a gift with it. AWWWW!!! He was sooooo selfless ALL day today, it was so incredible. All day long he kept telling me that he wanted to buy 'his sister' and 'momma' gifts because he wanted to be nice. So, we spent all day buying them gifts. Sure, it was MY money that bought all of it, but he went on and on about how he wanted to buy his sister and his momma a bunch of things because he wanted to be nice...so, I let him have his moment. Yes, it was my money that purchased the stuff we bought, but I let him take credit. Today, HE bought a bunch of things for the people he loved...and it was amazing.
I love my kids :grunts to hold back tears:
Thanks, Cate!!!
We started off by rocking out to some music I had prepared for us and it went much better than expected. I have very fond memories of listening to music with my father when I was younger (which lead me to be a music lover as an adult) and I wanted to at least take a shot at having some sort of impact on my son's life in the same kind of way. So, I made a few CDs and told our son that I was going to play some music that I, personally, loved and wanted to play for him. I told him that my dad did the same for me and I just wanted to give him the same opportunity that I had. So, I cranked the music and he IMMEDIATELY started getting into it. I listen to all kinds of music myself so the playlist for today was extremely varied. I played stuff like David Bowie - Heroes, Chicago - Look Away, Def Leppard - Rock of Ages, Dean Martin - That's Amore, Boston - Foreplay/Long Time, Frank Sinatra - This Town, New Found Glory - My Friends Over You, Al Green - Tired of Being Alone, Pantera - Cowboys From Hell, Traveling Wilbury's - She's My Baby, Blues Brothers - Gimme Some Lovin', Aretha Franklin - Respect, Led Zeppelin - Trampled Under Foot, Metallica - Holier Than Thou, Black Flag - I Don't Care, B.B. King - You Upset Me Baby, Dion and the Belmonts - Runaroud Sue, E.L.O. - Don't Bring Me Down and a bunch more.
He LOVED most of it. I thought he might like a few of the songs, but he was super pumped listening to most of the songs I played...which made me really happy. Whatever happens in his life at least I know that we had a moment today - whether that develops into anything or not, it doesn't matter - we still had a moment today and that can never be taken away from us.
On another note, our son is AMAZING. I took him out to spend his birthday gift card (which he got from his uncle) and do you know what he did with it? He didn't just spend his gift card on himself. No. He bought HIS SISTER a gift with it. AWWWW!!! He was sooooo selfless ALL day today, it was so incredible. All day long he kept telling me that he wanted to buy 'his sister' and 'momma' gifts because he wanted to be nice. So, we spent all day buying them gifts. Sure, it was MY money that bought all of it, but he went on and on about how he wanted to buy his sister and his momma a bunch of things because he wanted to be nice...so, I let him have his moment. Yes, it was my money that purchased the stuff we bought, but I let him take credit. Today, HE bought a bunch of things for the people he loved...and it was amazing.
I love my kids :grunts to hold back tears:
Thanks, Cate!!!
ChefChiTown
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Just for the record, the reason I wrote this is because...
Jen and I don't always see eye-to-eye when it comes to raising our kids. I am definitely the strict parent while she is definitely the more nurturing parent. Not that she doesn't lay down the law with the kids when it's appropriate and not that I don't nurture the kids when it's needed, but she has always been more of the cool mom while I have always been the more hard ass dad. However, just because our parenting styles are polar opposites for the most part doesn't mean we don't work well together...because we do. And, I have HER to thank for that.
I'm not the most patient of fathers. I admit that. I wish I had more patience with our children, but I don't. I am quick to lose control of my temper at times and I occasionally find myself saying inappropriate things or acting in an inappropriate manner in front our children due to my lack of patience. I almost always quickly apologize to our kids if I find myself acting inappropriately, but that doesn't excuse my faults. I'm not perfect and our kids know it. Hopefully, they love and respect me for my honesty about my flaws, but only time will tell.
However, Jen has this uncanny ability to put aside her personal feelings (stress, anxiety, impatience, etc.) when it comes to dealing with the kids and she always - and I mean ALWAYS - finds a way to make our children better people. Our son has, what some would call, a "learning disability." He's not stupid by any definition of the word, but he certainly has "issues" which put him "behind" other kids his age. However, Jen PUSHES him on a near-daily basis to overcome his "disability" and, because of her persistence, he has literally made huge strides in overcoming the "disability" with which he has to deal. Jen will sit down on a daily basis and make him work on math flash cards or force him to read - all of which helps him overcome his "disability." She forces him to put in extra effort, to work harder, to grow up and fight through his adversities in order to make him a better, smarter, more functional young man. And, because of my wife, because of Jen, our son has made incredible strides in his development. A boy that used to be far, far behind his grade level has developed into a young man that is exactly where he is supposed to be...all thanks to Jen.
We may not agree on everything when it comes to raising our kids, but I have NEVER doubted Jen's ability as a mother. Just because I don't agree with some of her ideals doesn't mean that that she is wrong...because she's not. Everything she does with our kids turns them into better people in the long run. And, for that, I thank her. Thank you, Jen...for being the perfect mother to our children...for being the perfect mother FOR our children. Where I fail, you succeed. I couldn't do this without you. Our kids couldn't do this without you.
Thank you.
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jen_renee
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I clearly could not do this without you either. Might I remind you that YOU are the one that sat with a certain girl at the table last night for like 2 hours working on a project that had ridiculous expectations for a 6th grader. And then left her a very sweet note this morning telling her how awesome she did. Not exactly hardass, honey. haha!
Also not hardass ....
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Taking a certain boy to get some pretty lavish digs for his fake newt. haha! I like the turtle by the way.
Also you're going to have to make me get on the treadmill today. I'm not at all motivated.
Also not hardass ....
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Taking a certain boy to get some pretty lavish digs for his fake newt. haha! I like the turtle by the way.
Also you're going to have to make me get on the treadmill today. I'm not at all motivated.
Little John
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It wasn't until now I realized you two were married. I kept seeing Chef's flirty responses in Jen's diary and thinking "WTF, dude, that's a little forward." Now I get it, cuz I'm quick like that.
cowboy48
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I clearly could not do this without you either. Might I remind you that YOU are the one that sat with a certain girl at the table last night for like 2 hours working on a project that had ridiculous expectations for a 6th grader. And then left her a very sweet note this morning telling her how awesome she did. Not exactly hardass, honey. haha!
Also not hardass ....
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Taking a certain boy to get some pretty lavish digs for his fake newt. haha! I like the turtle by the way.
Also you're going to have to make me get on the treadmill today. I'm not at all motivated.
Sounds like you are both the perfect balance. Funny how we can go from wanting to disown our kids to wanting to hug the stuffing out of them. That is called parenthood at its finest. Kids really are a gift. Sounds like you have it all figured out.
ChefChiTown
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True story.
Our son has been sick for the past couple of days. It came out of nowhere and it totally took us by surprise. Anyway, we kept him home from school the past couple of days, including today. It was my day to take the kids to school so I only had to give our daughter a ride. Our son was at home (so was Jen) lying in bed.
I get back from dropping off our daughter at school and lay on the couch to catch up on a few minutes of sleep before work. As soon as I lay my head on my pillow I hear our son leave his room and head to the bathroom. I listen, trying to hear if he is going to throw up or something. He doesn't. He just pees and goes back to bed. Ok, good. I close my eyes and try to get some sleep. Maybe like two minutes after he gets back in his bedroom he opens his door again and immediately goes back into the bathroom. I listen again, this time fulling expecting him to throw up - there would be no other reason why he would go right back to the bathroom, right? Wrong.
I don't hear him throwing up. I don't hear anything, really. So, I sit up on the couch and try to listen. Then, I hear him moaning, kind of crying a little. He start whining and crying after a minute and I can hear him going, "It hurts, it huuuurts." Now I'm confused. I don't hear him throwing up or anything but he's crying and saying that it hurts? WHAT hurts, son? WHAT hurts?
I get up off the couch and go to the bathroom door. I listen for a second and hear him crying again. "It huuuurts!!!" I knock on the door and go, "Hey, Buddy?" and he immediately responds, in a totally normal, unpained voice, "Yeah?" So I ask him, "You ok?" Once again, in an unpained voice, "Yeah, why?" Ok, now I'm REALLY confused. Just a second ago he was crying and saying "it hurts," but now he's acting like nothing's wrong? Something wasn't right. So, I open the door.
And, I almost threw up. Literally, I was "this close" to throwing up. He wasn't throwing up. He was shitting. And, it was literally the worst smell I have ever experienced in my life. I was half-disgusted, half-proud-as-hell. My son took a shit so unbelievably smelling it managed to almost make me throw up.
THAT'S MY BOY!!!
HAHAHA, not knowing we were married would make me sound like such a creepy pervert. But, I'm cool with that.
Yes, but sometimes gifts can be shitty. Lying, shitty, ungrateful little gifts, HAHAHA.
Our son has been sick for the past couple of days. It came out of nowhere and it totally took us by surprise. Anyway, we kept him home from school the past couple of days, including today. It was my day to take the kids to school so I only had to give our daughter a ride. Our son was at home (so was Jen) lying in bed.
I get back from dropping off our daughter at school and lay on the couch to catch up on a few minutes of sleep before work. As soon as I lay my head on my pillow I hear our son leave his room and head to the bathroom. I listen, trying to hear if he is going to throw up or something. He doesn't. He just pees and goes back to bed. Ok, good. I close my eyes and try to get some sleep. Maybe like two minutes after he gets back in his bedroom he opens his door again and immediately goes back into the bathroom. I listen again, this time fulling expecting him to throw up - there would be no other reason why he would go right back to the bathroom, right? Wrong.
I don't hear him throwing up. I don't hear anything, really. So, I sit up on the couch and try to listen. Then, I hear him moaning, kind of crying a little. He start whining and crying after a minute and I can hear him going, "It hurts, it huuuurts." Now I'm confused. I don't hear him throwing up or anything but he's crying and saying that it hurts? WHAT hurts, son? WHAT hurts?
I get up off the couch and go to the bathroom door. I listen for a second and hear him crying again. "It huuuurts!!!" I knock on the door and go, "Hey, Buddy?" and he immediately responds, in a totally normal, unpained voice, "Yeah?" So I ask him, "You ok?" Once again, in an unpained voice, "Yeah, why?" Ok, now I'm REALLY confused. Just a second ago he was crying and saying "it hurts," but now he's acting like nothing's wrong? Something wasn't right. So, I open the door.
And, I almost threw up. Literally, I was "this close" to throwing up. He wasn't throwing up. He was shitting. And, it was literally the worst smell I have ever experienced in my life. I was half-disgusted, half-proud-as-hell. My son took a shit so unbelievably smelling it managed to almost make me throw up.
THAT'S MY BOY!!!
HAHAHA, not knowing we were married would make me sound like such a creepy pervert. But, I'm cool with that.
Yes, but sometimes gifts can be shitty. Lying, shitty, ungrateful little gifts, HAHAHA.
MrVee
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Yeah, you wouldn't want him to get the right idea.
On a more sincere note, I'm really happy to see all of my old buds hanging out here still. Going to make an effort not to pull another disappearing act.
cowboy48
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LOL- I remember one of my kids when they were just babies. She had constipation. So we had to get glycerin suppositories and put them up - well you know-lol. Wait a half hour and then all hell broke loose. I felt so bad for her but it worked and she got all the bad of her. Sounds like your son did the same-haha. Yeah parenting can have its shitty moments but it is all worth it.
ChefChiTown
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I can't sleep.
Every once in a while my mind goes crazy and it won't shut down for the night. Tonight is one of those nights. Reading before I close my eyes often helps to slow down my mind a bit, but the second I closed my eyes tonight my mind started racing again. Random thoughts too (some serious, some horrifyingly retarded). I was having memories of Jen almost dying last year, picturing her on the floor, remembering the lonely drive to the hospital - I pictured our son getting beat up by one of the asshole neighbor kids that nobody likes, me destroying him with a baseball bat - a man stabbing Jen while she stepped out of the car after bringing the kids home from school, me chasing him down and murdering him with my bare hands - (speaking of "bare" hands) I had some weird ass scene run through my head where a bear was walking around our front yard, standing on his hind legs taunting me with body language that definitely said, "You want some of this, bitch? Come at me, bro. COME AT ME, BRO!!!" - I contemplated what I would look like as a cartoon character - I imagined myself having to go through life with untreatable cancer - the words "marshmallow fluff" kept running through my head - and more.
It's also hot as shit in our room tonight which doesn't help the cause.
So, I said "fuck it," got my ass up and came out to the living room. There's no point. It's one of those nights, so I'm not even going to try and fight it. I have to take the kids to school in the morning and I already have a feeling I'll be up until it's time to do that.
Hot dogs. I really want some fucking hot dogs right now. Like, BAD.
See? My mind is racing. It's doing what it wants.
Anyway, reading isn't helping so I figured I would come on here and lurk around for a while. Maybe I'll browse through some sections I don't ever go into. You know, like the "New Moms" section or something. That's not weird, is it? It is? Oh well. I'm doing it anyway.
And, potato salad. A big ass helping of potato salad with my hot dog. The hot dog has to be like aaaaalmost burnt too. I want it to taste like the charcoal on which it was grilled.
Also, here is a comic that just made me laugh...
Hey, I disappeared for like two YEARS at one point. Nothing wrong with taking a break for a while. Hell, sometimes I think we need it.
God, I hope I NEVER have to give one of my kids a suppository. I'll let Jen deal with that one, HAHAHA.
Every once in a while my mind goes crazy and it won't shut down for the night. Tonight is one of those nights. Reading before I close my eyes often helps to slow down my mind a bit, but the second I closed my eyes tonight my mind started racing again. Random thoughts too (some serious, some horrifyingly retarded). I was having memories of Jen almost dying last year, picturing her on the floor, remembering the lonely drive to the hospital - I pictured our son getting beat up by one of the asshole neighbor kids that nobody likes, me destroying him with a baseball bat - a man stabbing Jen while she stepped out of the car after bringing the kids home from school, me chasing him down and murdering him with my bare hands - (speaking of "bare" hands) I had some weird ass scene run through my head where a bear was walking around our front yard, standing on his hind legs taunting me with body language that definitely said, "You want some of this, bitch? Come at me, bro. COME AT ME, BRO!!!" - I contemplated what I would look like as a cartoon character - I imagined myself having to go through life with untreatable cancer - the words "marshmallow fluff" kept running through my head - and more.
It's also hot as shit in our room tonight which doesn't help the cause.
So, I said "fuck it," got my ass up and came out to the living room. There's no point. It's one of those nights, so I'm not even going to try and fight it. I have to take the kids to school in the morning and I already have a feeling I'll be up until it's time to do that.
Hot dogs. I really want some fucking hot dogs right now. Like, BAD.
See? My mind is racing. It's doing what it wants.
Anyway, reading isn't helping so I figured I would come on here and lurk around for a while. Maybe I'll browse through some sections I don't ever go into. You know, like the "New Moms" section or something. That's not weird, is it? It is? Oh well. I'm doing it anyway.
And, potato salad. A big ass helping of potato salad with my hot dog. The hot dog has to be like aaaaalmost burnt too. I want it to taste like the charcoal on which it was grilled.
Also, here is a comic that just made me laugh...
Yeah, you wouldn't want him to get the right idea.
On a more sincere note, I'm really happy to see all of my old buds hanging out here still. Going to make an effort not to pull another disappearing act.
Hey, I disappeared for like two YEARS at one point. Nothing wrong with taking a break for a while. Hell, sometimes I think we need it.
God, I hope I NEVER have to give one of my kids a suppository. I'll let Jen deal with that one, HAHAHA.
ChefChiTown
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It's 6:00 AM. I haven't slept yet. I've been awake through the entire night. I'm tired. I'm cranky. And, all I want to do is sleep (and eat McDonald's breakfast).
This sucks butthole.
As soon as I get back from dropping the kids off at school (and probably McDonald's - fuck it, I want McDonald's), I'm lying my ass down on the couch and "sleeping."
I used to be REALLY horrible with my sleep habit keeping me up all night (Jen can attest to that). I used to not be able to fall asleep until 5:00 AM or 6:00 AM on a near-nightly basis. And, I would wake up around 10:00 AM or so everyday. That's exactly how I feel right now - like my old self - the old me that couldn't fall asleep until literal exhaustion overwhelmed me.
This sucks butthole.
As soon as I get back from dropping the kids off at school (and probably McDonald's - fuck it, I want McDonald's), I'm lying my ass down on the couch and "sleeping."
I used to be REALLY horrible with my sleep habit keeping me up all night (Jen can attest to that). I used to not be able to fall asleep until 5:00 AM or 6:00 AM on a near-nightly basis. And, I would wake up around 10:00 AM or so everyday. That's exactly how I feel right now - like my old self - the old me that couldn't fall asleep until literal exhaustion overwhelmed me.
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