Hydration

I have always been a water drinker.  I prefer water to pretty much everything.  I can down a bottle of water in about a minute….which brings to mind a story…

One fall, back when I was in grad school and my best friend and her husband were looking at law schools, I traveled with them to see Harvard and Yale.  The night we were in New Haven I finally told them we had to find a store because I desperately needed water.  My water intake was way down due to all the traveling…going to the restroom on a plane is not high on my “to do” list and I didn’t want to be the person to have us stopping every hour when we were driving around!  So, we found a Walgreens or something and I bought 3 bottles of water…my friend and her husband bought 3 to share between them, then we headed to the hotel.  I proceeded to chug an entire bottle of water.  I was halfway through my second bottle when my friends started laughing….they couldn’t believe how much water I was drinking!  It was totally normal for me though!

Anyway….back to the point of this post…

This summer I have been focusing on my hydration.  Some days I would do great drinking water and some days I would get all the way to dinner and realized I had only had a few sips of water for the whole day.  At the first of July I downloaded an app to help mark my water intake.  The suggestion was to drink half of my weight in ounces each day, adding in an additional ounce for each minute of exercise.  After calculations and being realistic I decided to set my goal for each day at 108 0z of water.  I have a Nalgene bottle that holds 32 ounces which means I need around 3 and a half bottles a day.  I try to divide it up:  one bottle in the morning, a refill for lunch and afternoon, another refill late afternoon, and usually a final refill after dinner that carries me until bedtime.

At first it was ALOT of water!  For 3 weeks I have been consistent and now it doesn’t feel like so much water.  My body has adapted to proper fluid intake.  I have learned quite a few things about my body:

  1. Water is my person key to feeling amazing.
  2. This one might be a little TMI…so feel free to advert your eyes from the rest of this sentence and skip to Number 3….I read once that if you properly hydrated the day before, your first urine of the morning should be light….like lemonade.  I NEVER believed that.  I didn’t think it was even possible!  Well….it is possible.  I was amazed!  And if I do miss out on a majority of my water one day I know it the next morning.  If you have dark urine first thing in the morning….or even throughout the day…you are dehydrated.  Period.  End of Story.
  3. My chronic pain issues are almost completely alleviated.
  4. I am sleeping better than I have in years!
  5. I exercise harder and 6 days a week and don’t feel totally trashed after the workout.
  6. I have more energy.
  7. I have more focus.
  8. I totally believe that water is the key to all those things because if I miss my water I start losing all those things I just listed.

I have also decided, based on my highly scientific method of observing the people I am around most, that most people are chronically dehydrated.  I also think that everyone massively underestimates the amount of water they drink.  I challenge you to measure out your water for one day….don’t try to add any in…just a typical day, what you would normally drink.  I bet you are surprised.  Even on good days I was far from proper hydration!

Our bodies NEED water.   NOTHING can replace good, pure water.  If you want to start drinking water maybe just replace one beverage a day….one glass of tea, one cup of coffee, one soda a day….you can do that.  (Also….if you are a go-for-it, all-at-one-time kind of person like me….expect to pee ALOT for the first week.  And also commit to it for more than one day.  It is going to take a bit of time to get back to proper hydration levels.  Once you do, you will spend less time in the bathroom…not NO time…but LESS time.  Your body adapts and processes your water intake better.)

So…..now you probably know way more than you need to about my body functions….and you also know my feelings on proper hydration.

DRINK WATER!  It isn’t some miracle cure…but then again….maybe it is.  It is for me!  :)

It’s that time again

This morning Nathan’s co-trainer came over.  It was time to plan the schedule for August.

There are officially 2 weeks of summer left…at least in our world.

In 2 weeks high school sports start again and we return to our regular schedule.  The hot weather is far from over and we still have 2 technical months of summer left, but you know…

I am not ready…like always.  I feel like summer has slipped away yet again.  But I do feel like we packed as much as we could into our two months of freedom.  The boys have been to camps and Oklahoma.  They have been swimming almost every day.  We have stayed up late and had way too many treats.  We have seen fireworks and even set a few off (thanks to Uncle Bob).

We still have a few things left.  Tomorrow we finish up VBS (which will be a post coming soon).  Next week they go to one more camp, church camp, that will last until mid-August.

But from now until Christmas, it will be like I pressed the fast forward button on life.  It will blur and speed by and suddenly we will be saying “Happy New Year!” and welcoming 2015!

I have a 6th birthday party to plan.  We will be starting 1st grade school work on the 18th of August!  And just maybe…hopefully…we will be purchasing a new house(!!!) sometime during the coming months.  (More on the house situation later…)

For now, I plan to squeeze a bit more out of my summer.  This weekend I am going to swim with the boys and make real lemonade.  I am going to sew and work on some quilting projects.  I am going to sneak a nap and maybe sleep late.  Regular schedules and plans for August can wait awhile longer.

Settling into Summer

It’s July.

We are officially mid-summer in regards to our schedule.  Nathan will be starting back to work by the end of this month and then the days pick up speed as we hurtle towards the boys’ birthday at the end of August.

Sunday we came out of church and it smelled like summer….it felt like summer…it sounded like summer.  The air was thick and humid and had that smell I have always associated with Texas summer.  It was hot…not the blistering heat we sometimes get…but the heat that just kind of surrounds you.  The buzzing of the cicadas just cemented that summer feel for me.

I think it was in that moment, as I walked to the car, that I finally relaxed into summer.

My days are filled with work…uninterrupted by little boys requesting snacks or asking that I print them something from the internet to color.  Summer is my time to catch up at work with all the filing and stacks of paper that have slowly piled up since last summer.  My afternoons are filled with stories from the day that I missed, cooking dinner, reading our chapter book at bedtime.  Then it is evening and I sit at the big dining table and work on school plans.  I am almost done planning 1st grade.  That means, soon my evenings will be spent in the sewing room working on several quilting projects I have going on.

Summer is Daddy time for the boys.  They spend all day, every day with him.  The last two weeks were filled with camp for the boys.  Last week and this week also mean swim lessons for them.  Next week they head to Oklahoma for their summer visit.  Soon it will be time for VBS and church camp.

Then….just when I am settled into the rhythm of feelings of summer….it will all come to and end and we will be back to regular schedules.

But for now….for the next few weeks….I can just immerse myself into summer and let the sounds and feelings soak in.

Photos

I love photos.  I love to take them and linger over them.  I like to organize them into books and put them to music in slideshows.

For me, photos are tangible memories.  They are something I can hold and feel as I immerse myself in the lovely memories.

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I was cleaning out the bed side tables in the guest room where we are living.  There were tons of old mementos and such in the drawers.

There were also old photos.  I have plans for the photos….scanning and editing and organizing….

Right now I am finishing up 1st grade school planning….that has to come first so the photos have to wait for now.

But this morning I scanned one for Throw Back Thursday.

It is from August 1981.  I was 4.  My brother was about 1 1/2.  I did minimal editing….just to clear up a bit of the red tones.  I think this old photo project is going to really help me learning the editing process.  I am pretty excited about that!

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My current favorite part of the day

I mentioned Monday that I started reading our first chapter book with the boys at bedtime.

It has become my favorite part of the day!

They think the book is funny.  Each night they eagerly sit down to hear the next chapter.  They giggle and repeat funny lines.

After our first night of only reading two pages, we have easily made it through a chapter a night.

Tonight when I finished chapter 3, Dean asked if I could just keep reading!

I LOVE IT!

 

The window is closed

Awhile back I posted that we were going to allow for the possibility of a new baby.

Well…for me it wasn’t allowing…it was actively pursuing!

We were going to leave the window of opportunity open for only a few months…because it was either going to happen or it wasn’t.

It didn’t.

The window is closed.

It is time to move forward and let the dream of that baby fade away.

I haven’t been willing to talk much about it.  I told Nathan via text on Monday that it was all over.  I think he wanted to chat about it…to comfort me in some way.  But I pushed it all away.  My emotions were raw and the core of my heart was hurting more than I could process.  It was enough for me at the moment that he acknowledged it.

I was finally able to tell my mom today.  It was a simple, matter of fact statement, that came as a result of a conversation on our insurance dilemma that is looming.  She wanted to say something too, but I hurried on with the conversation and then people came in at work and the moment had passed.

I don’t know when I will really be able to talk about it with anyone.  Just writing this has me on the verge of tears.

Coming to terms with my infertility is hard.  I have so many emotions and they are all so big right now.  I am angry…no…probably more than angry.  I am sad.  I am a tiny bit relieved because we are in a life routine at this point and changing all of that for a new baby was a bit intimidating.  I am frustrated.  I am annoyed.  I am incredibly happy that I have the two boys that I do have.

I want people to know…to understand the depth of my pain…but I don’t want to talk about it.

And at the same time I find myself in much the same situation that I was in before the boys were born.  I am surrounded by friends who are pregnant, having babies, expanding their families.  And much like last time I am so very happy for all of them and yet silently crying inside because it won’t ever be me again.  It doesn’t change my happiness for them.  It doesn’t mean that I don’t want to see them and hold their babies and talk baby things with them.  I do.  But infertility makes people uncomfortable.  It is like all those other hard things in life when we don’t really know what to say but we want to say or do something….anything.

But UNLIKE last time I have two happy, healthy, growing boys to love and hold.

And that makes closing this window and walking away easier.

8 years ago…

…it was a Saturday.

It was also my wedding day.

It was a day I had waited so long for (at least in my opinion)…I was 28 years old (less than 2 months from turning 29).

I always said I would never marry a football coach….I didn’t….I married an Athletic Trainer.  If I had married a football coach I would actually see him more I think!  Athletic Trainers joke that there is “no off-season” for them….and sadly they are right.

The front of our album.

The front of our album.

But I couldn’t have found a better person for me.  He is patient and loving.  In everything he does he thinks of me first…of how his decision or opinion will affect me.  He is quiet and trusts in my decisions.  He will eat a meal he hates for 3 years because he doesn’t want to hurt my feelings!  He is giving and loyal and knows the answer to just about any question you might have about a player or game (when it concerns football or baseball or basketball or track).  Before we had kids we would come home after work and watch some sports game show called Beat the Schwab (or something like that).  Nathan could answer just about every single question.

He goes along with my crazy plans….like when I decided our house would be paper towel free.  He drew the line when I suggested becoming a “family cloth” home (just google if you don’t know what that could possibly mean).

He likes my family and is okay with living with his in-laws for an unspecified amount of time.

He doesn’t drink a lot.  He doesn’t smoke.  Sometimes he curses when watching OSU football, basketball, Texas Ranger Baseball, or Cowboy football.

All in all…he is the perfect person in this world for me.

There are two memories from our wedding that will always pop into my head first when thinking of that day….well…maybe three memories…possibly four!

This sweet little girl?  My Ava...My Sunshine....she was 2 1/2 when she was our flower girl.  She is 10 1/2 now!  She is still sweet.  My boys adore her.  And she will always be my Sunshine.

This sweet little girl? My Ava…My Sunshine….she was 2 1/2 when she was our flower girl. She is 10 1/2 now! She is still sweet. My boys adore her. And she will always be my Sunshine.

The first involved only me and my mom and my two bride’s maids and matron of honor.  My cousins were my bride’s maids and my best sister-friend, Carole, stood next to me.  We had finished at the studio where we were getting our hair and makeup.  We were all in the limo heading to the chapel on the SMU campus where we would be married.  It was like one of those moments in the movies….Carole started singing and my mom and cousins joined it….”We’re going to the chapel and we’re gonna get married….”  They sang the whole song to me and I couldn’t stop smiling.  It was the MOST perfect wedding moment that I could never have dreamt of.  It still makes me smile…

Some of my favorites from my wedding album.

Some of my favorites from my wedding album.

The second moment was a bit of a catastrophe that ended up okay.  I took the final step down the aisle with my dad to meet Nathan.  It was in that moment that my stomach dropped.  I had forgotten Nathan’s right.  I whispered it to him.  Then I whispered it to Carole.  I had no idea because Nathan and I stepped forward, but Carole told Charlotte (my cousin standing next to her)(which caused my other cousin Hayley to think they were being horribly rude, talking during our ceremony), and then Charlotte turned around to tell Hayley….who then turned around and told my parents and brother that I had forgotten the ring downstairs.  My wedding planner was not there at the moment so my brother took off downstairs to search my bags to find the ring.  He found it and it was passed up to Carole…all without me knowing.  We had reached the point where we were going to start the next part of the ceremony and I actually stopped our Paster (he told me later he was terrified that I was going to tell him he was saying the wrong name…like calling me Jennifer instead of Ginger).  I told him that I had forgotten Nathan’s ring downstairs and I wasn’t will to go on until we had the ring.  Carole stepped in at this point and smiled and showed me the ring.  The wedding could proceed!

The third moment was when it was time to leave the reception.  Mother Nature had decided at that moment to open the skies in a random thunderstorm.  We would no longer be able to leave down the beautifully lit stairs by the outside fountain.  No….now we would be leaving in the cargo delivery area in the underground parking lot.  They had giant fans blowing.  It was crazy…but perfect in its’ own way.

And…a bonus moment that our photographers caught on camera…we were downstairs at the chapel getting ready and it was HOT.  I was already in my dress and was starting to feel a bit stressed and overheated.  My cousin, in an attempt to make me laugh and help all at the same time, dropped to the floor and pretended to “blow some cool air” up under my dress.  It was just the comic relief I needed at the moment!

As I get ready to post this it is closing in on 7:00pm…which was when our ceremony started.  8 years….I have a hard time remembering what life was like before Nathan.  Our song is “Bless the Broken Road” by Rascal Flatts.  It talks about the path taken to finally get to the person you were meant to be with.  We both had long, winding, and often very rocky paths to get to each other.  The path we are traveling together has been filled with its own bumps and detours and rough patches….but it is our road.  We don’t have to travel alone anymore because we have each other.  During the hard times we hold each other up and during the easy, beautiful parts we are together to share in the wonder of our life together.

There isn’t another person I would rather walk with.

 

My favorite spread from my wedding album.  It has a wide angle from the balcony of the chapel and then a progression of photos from the ceremony.  Every time I see it, it takes my breath away.

My favorite spread from my wedding album. It has a wide angle from the balcony of the chapel and then a progression of photos from the ceremony. Every time I see it, it takes my breath away.

 

*All of these photos are from my album with my iPhone camera.  I was in a hurry!  That is why the quality is off in a few that you see here.  I can assure you that I have never had more beautiful photos taken of me!  If you live in the Dallas area and want the most amazing photographers you should totally use Roe and White Photography.  We love them and plan to have them take photos of our family this fall!