Lose Weight, Get Healthy, Eat Right- With Apps!

Remember the good old days in college when you could scarf down half a pizza and chug a soda, and NOTHING HAPPENED!? I miss those days. But whatever metabolism, babies, and life happens.

So here I sit one month into my new healthy me routine, and I’m seeing results. They aren’t super fab
I-Lost-20-Pounds-In-Like-5-Days results. But they are hard work, plane Jane, diet and work out results. Because those are the ones that stick.
And I did it with four free apps.

MyFitnessPal
Probably the most helpful and important app I use on a daily basis. I log everything I eat- and it tells me the calories in it. I can set daily calorie goals, incorporate a workout for calories burned, and at the end of the day it projects how much I should weigh in five weeks if I keep it up. I can log my weight and measurements as well. It’s pretty sweet. There’s also a place to view my nutrition goals, to see if I’m getting enough iron or fiber with what I’m eating. I have learned so much about all the crap out there we call food, and I feel better when I cut it out.

Sworkit
Ever want to start working out but have no idea where to start? Sworkit is an app that shows you all kinds of different exercises, and has video clips on how to do them. You have the option of selecting areas of your body you want to target, choosing how long you want to work out for, then doing the different exercises at 30 second intervals. There’s even yoga and stretching. The best part? It syncs your workout with your MyFitnessPal when you complete one, to show you how many calories you burned!

Pacer
How active is active? Well according to Pacer, a pedometer app, 10k is the number of steps you want to take in a day. I work retail, I thought I would be moving around plenty, but I was so wrong. Pacer is cool because it shows you which parts of the day you are most active. It also syncs to the MyFitnessPal to show calories burned.

Pact
If someone paid you to eat vegetables, would you? Because Pact will! A Pact is an agreement to do things like eat a certain number of veggies, work out a certain amount, or log what you eat with MyFitnessPal. And at the end of the week when you complete your pact, you get money!!! Now it’s not a whole lot, but you can make a couple extra bucks a week. The catch to keep you even more motivated? If you don’t complete your pact you lose money. But don’t worry, if you want to stop for a bit you can schedule a break. Simply take a photo of you eating your veggies- the pact community will vote on it to make sure you’re legit, or turn on the motion tracker and exercise for 30 minutes, or log what you eat and sync it. I love this app because I’m getting paid to do the things I should anyway!

I’ve learned a lot about being healthy this last month and I feel great! This weight is slowly coming off, but my muscles and stamina are at an all time high. I know what choices are healthy choices, and what to avoid. I don’t need some miracle pill to make me shaky either, cause this is how we do! #healthyforlife

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The Fourth Year

Four years a ago today, Jessy and I held hands in a courthouse in Texas, while some old guy in a black robe joined us legally. Husband and Wife. The big M word. Marriage. We were just kids, he wore his jeans and I put on my favorite party dress.

Coincidentally it was Friday the 13th. Ok not so coincidentally, I totally wanted to get married on Friday the 13th. Cause it’s cool. And so am I. (Keep telling yourself that Katie)

I always knew I wanted to be married. I never dated around. The few people I did date, I envisioned being with long term, even if I wasn’t necessarily happy with them. It was so messed up, I idolized sticking together more that I did being happy together. Maybe it’s because my mom and dad were married several times. Whatever the case, I wasn’t smart. I tormented myself for the sake of not giving up on a commitment to another person.

Four years ago today, I took my (now) best friend and I declared him my husband. (Ok so maybe the judge did). And I committed to my relationship, instead of to my husband. I committed to the prospect of staying married. Not to the true ideals of a happy marriage. And I made a huge mistake.

He told me over and over he felt like I didn’t love him. I was confused but I let it roll off my shoulder. “How could you feel that way? I do love you. How could you not know?” I was so wrapped up in myself, and work, and school, I was letting him slip away. I banked on the idea that he wouldn’t leave me because I loved him. But I didn’t show it. I didn’t pay attention. I almost lost him.

When he asked for the divorce I was beside myself.
“What did I do wrong? Why?”
I didn’t want him to go. But I almost gave him the divorce anyway. I had the papers ready and notarized. I figured if he truly didn’t want me then I would let him go. But I was so wrong.

I took a step back, and realized that if I lost him I wouldn’t be able to say I stayed with my husband, that I wasn’t the kind of girl to get divorced. And then I realized that didn’t matter. Making each other happy was what mattered. So screw the together forever idea.

I told him I didn’t want a divorce. I started paying attention, listening, and showing. We worked it out, and learnt each other. He became my friend. That title has more value than husband. Anyone can be your spouse, but not anyone can be your friend.

Four years ago I made the wrong kind of commitment. I made a mistake. I didn’t have a clue about marriage and what it takes. I hurt myself and the man I love, for some fantasized idea. For a dumb never-give-up attitude. For my heart being in the wrong place.

But today I know without a doubt that we are happily married. Happily first. Married second.

Jessy, my best friend, I want to hold your hand and live my life to see you smile, to raise our beautiful son, and to enjoy your company. I love you.

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I’m thriving! It’s intentional!

So one of the blogs I follow, When at Home, (super good you should read it) started talking about thriving intentionally. What I took from this is that you should try and improve yourself, for the betterment of your life. And I KNOW I need improvement. My life is jumbled. I need to get it together Katie.
My debt is a huge stressor. I have dreams of working from home to spend more time with Tuck. I’d like to lose some serious weight. And I really need to try and communicate better with my husband.
Every week I want to set a goal. Something I think is feasible. Maybe for things I need to get done that I have been putting off. Maybe for things that I need to improve on personally. Getting organized, communicating with my husband, or even stopping my negativity toward people I dislike. I want to live. I want to THRIVE! So I am setting my goals. They will be within my reach. And if I write about them it’s almost like a contract right? I don’t want to let you guys down. So here’s what I’m going to do to thrive!

I will lose 10lbs in the next two months.

I will talk to my husband every few evenings before bed. No tv, no cell phone.

I will start working on my debt. Baby steps for now.

I will quit complaining about my in-laws. This one will be tricky.

And finally I will have my first order of candles ready for wholesale to my awesome friend Lauren Tatum within a week of getting the materials. Then I will begin building stock and getting my amazon together for sales.

These are my goals! I think I can do it. I’m sure as heck gonna try.

What are yours? What are you going to do to thrive intentionally?

Food for Thought- My First Real Garden

When we were kids in Texas me and my brothers and sisters planted a garden. It was a hot spring that year, I was only ten or so but I remember so well being excited for the watermelon that I hoped would grow. And grow it did, with the help of a soaker hose, the little melons were able to grow to the size of an egg. Then a blistering heat made it’s way through, and our poor melons withered and died.

Looking back I realized the soil was poor, we didn’t fertilize at all. How could it produce like the delightful blackberries that commanded the fence less than ten feet away? I honestly still know nothing about gardening. Maybe that’s a lie- I’ve learned a lot here recently. But most of my knowledge I got from Jessy.

This summer marks our fourth year being married, next month actually. In those four years we moved a lot, for one reason or another. Now we are back where it all started, (again) In Atoka Oklahoma. And as much as I want to get away from this place, as much as I long to live in the beautiful Oregon that I visited and fell in love with, I have decided that there’s absolutely no way I’m moving with my debt haunting me.

I’m moving with a clean slate. My repo will not haunt me anymore and my student loan will be gone. Our car will be paid off, and my credit cards as well. I will not reach my dream only to have it shattered and crushed by the burden I tow.

So since we are going to be here until I pay this debt, in our cute little house whose water heater could be a bit bigger, we went ahead and planted a garden. We germinated our seeds, then lost those germinated seeds to a jerk dog who likes to tear up hard work (the second year in a row she’s done this by the way. Jerk.). Then we took the plunge and bought a few plants that had already been started. Awesome idea.

We tilled the soil with a motorized tiller (Jessy’s family always has random machinery, if you ever need to use anything like a giant air pressure tank check there), and discovered how rocky and claylike the soil was. This soil is TERRIBLE. But for some reason, maybe the shade trees, and the fertilizing, and the watering, life found a way. And our garden grew! And now we have:

tomatoes

squash when the rabbits don’t eat them

broccoli that got too hot and flowered

cucumbers that we could have sworn were zucchini

One random carrot that managed to survive

Corn that probably won’t grow in time cause we planted them late

And WATERMELON!

Oh and jalape├▒os that I don’t eat cause spicy

And I love it. The idea that you can step out back instead of going to the overpriced country store with moldy produce. And the plants produce ALOT. Way more than I would have thought they would.

Next year we have plans. Big plans. Like renting a bobcat, digging out a foot and a half of dirt in our garden plot, and replacing the soil with something not so rocky and claylike. We plan on being more organized with our planting, and actually marking what we have. And doing something about the rabbits (sorry animal lovers but I think tuck needs some fur boots).

These are our plans, what are yours?

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How I Met Your Father- A Memoir For My Tucker

Sweet baby I love you. And I love your daddy too. No matter what happens I want you to know that you will be loved so so much.

Your daddy and I have been married for nearly four years. In that time we have fought, made up, cried, laughed, loved, and maybe even hated a bit. But that’s ok because we will continue to learn each other and grow closer. And as long as I have you and daddy, my family will be complete.

I met your daddy when I was just a little girl, he came to my school when I was ten years old. When I was in the seventh grade I had a science class with him. The teacher was teaching about fire. Your daddy said “if you spill gasoline on your shoe and it catches fire, running will make it worse”. I knew he was speaking from experience. In that moment I knew I loved him. (Tucker don’t play with fire, just because daddy did it doesn’t make it ok).

When I was a teenager daddy asked me to be his girlfriend. But then he moved away to Oklahoma. The day he left he asked for a hug. And I didn’t hug him. I was angry he was going. I didn’t want him to leave. We were just kids with no control over things. It wasn’t fair. I broke your daddy’s heart that day.

But a few years later I came up to Oklahoma. My good friend Cassy drove me as soon as college let out for the summer. I saw your daddy. I knew I loved him. That evening, as I was getting ready to sleep on your grandmas couch, your daddy and I hugged. He hugged me so hard, and when I went to pull away he hugged harder. He didn’t have to say anything. I knew he loved me. I knew he needed me. I decided to stay and be with your daddy.

Sometimes when I’m mad at daddy, I think about that hug and it reminds me of how much your daddy loves me. It doesn’t matter what we say or do. We both know the truth. We both know that we will always love each other no matter what.

I love you Tucker, just as much as I love your daddy.

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I’m sorry baby

I’ve been offered a job. Nothing huge, just cashiering at a travel plaza. We could really use the money. Like OMG. I don’t like to complain about money. I don’t like people to know that I’m getting assistance. It’s not that there’s anything wrong with getting help when you need it. But I reallllyyy hate asking. If it were just me and Jess, I wouldn’t care. Id stick it out. But now that Tucks here it’s a different story. So yeah I could use a job. So that we can support ourselves. So that we don’t have to ask for help.

But it means they I have to be away from my baby.

And it really upsets me. I have to leave him at my in laws house. Not that there’s anything particularly wrong with my in laws. But what if he doesn’t love me as much if I’m gone eight hours out of the day? Oh god I’m crying.

Jessy and I want so badly to move away from here and settle down in a place we can call our own. I’ve compromised and agreed to live in Oklahoma for a bit. I don’t really like it here though (I’m soooooo miserable). It’s soooo rural, the small town grocery store is so expensive, and I haven’t seen a Target in months! I don’t think the schools in this area are good, and there aren’t it of opportunities for the kids. It’s an area with a lot of closed mindedness. It’s an area where people think it’s ok to dump dogs on the dirt roads. I’d even venture to say that this area has a problem with racism.

Therefore, I’m setting the goal of venturing to our forever place by August of next year. There’s just something about the notion that I’m turning 25 that makes me realize how little I have my life together. Something has to change.

I’m so sorry Tucker Baby. I’m sorry I didn’t have it together when you came along. I’m sorry that I have to leave you for a bit each day. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry.

But Tucker Baby, I want good things for you. I want to raise you in a place where you will have the opportunities to follow your dreams and succeed. I want you to have every opportunity to learn as much as you can. And I just don’t think I can give you that here.

I’m so sorry baby. It’s going to be rough. But mummy loves you and she wants the best for you. So spend some time with your Grandma, because we are moving away in a year, even if I have to save every cent I earn.

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Calming the Fuss and Stopping the Fit

Tuck is only two months old but he has already learned that I’m definitely NOT one of those moms that will let him cry it out. If you can tolerate the crying then that’s awesome. Sometimes a tired baby will just cry himself to sleep. But I just can’t. I hate it. It’s not that it’s annoying, it’s that I know he’s upset and I want to fix it. #supermomsyndrome. When he’s in the mood to grump (usually because he’s tired or overstimulated) he sure as heck let’s me know. And of course I come running. It used to be his swing was enough to calm the storm. If that didn’t work a walk outside would. Or maybe he wants to turn around and look at the world when I hold him. (He loves to look at things especially the coat rack. Weird.)
But what am I supposed to do when he has absolutely had ENOUGH of his car seat, yet we aren’t home yet? Well sit him in my lap and keep driving of course. Kidding. Pls don’t call cops I swear I don’t do this. Or what about when he’s so tired all he wants to do is fuss and if he hears “The Bear Went Over The Mountain” omg he’s going to poop the stinkiest diaper for payback? Seriously wHat was I supposed to do? What could possibly get this baby to quit fussing?

An app.

I’m serious.

Take your smartphone using butt to the AppStore/Playstore. Type in Relax Melodies (it’s by ipnosoft). Download it. Open it up and create your background noise. Seriously they have a ton of sounds like rain, waves, thunderstorm, and even grandfather clock. It’s soothing and repetitive. You can even layer multiple sounds on top of each other and adjust each individual volume. Tucks favorite is grandfather clock and heavy rain. Find one that works for your kid and turn that sucker up!

The only downside is the battery drainage, but it’s a small price to pay for a piece of instant shut up pie.

I love living in this era. Raising kids is way easier in my opinion. Now don’t get me wrong, gas powered strollers probably looked cool in the 50’s (I think it was the 50’s, you had to wear a gas mask and the stroller was a boxed in steel contraption.). I don’t even care that maybe it makes me a bit lazy, or that I’m not struggling through raising a kid like the many centuries of women before me (except everyone who had nannys, I’m so jelly).

Technology is convenient and in the words of Willy Wonka “if God had wanted us to walk why did he create roller skates?” So there. ­čśŤ

Super big shoutout to my awesome Aunt Angie for showing me the app. Also HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANGIE!!!