1) In January I found out that I have bizarre-ly high cholesterol for a woman of my age. Online research told me that this could be due to my just having completed my second pregnancy, however, I have made some substantial life-changes since finding it out. These have included 30 minutes of exercise at least 5 times a week (on most weeks), purging the apartment of nearly ALL junk food, and cutting most cheeses, meats and dairy out of my diet. Also we're eating all kinds of heart-healthy foods like veggies and whole grains and soy milk and fish. My vegetarian husband is loving my new diet because we make tastey veggie-friendly stuff a lot. And I'm loving the new diet because since January 12th, I've lost 14 pounds, which means I'm starting to fit into clothes that I haven't fit into since before I was pregnant with Mia and that's really really AWESOME! My goal is to lose another 10-15 pounds before my next cholesterol check in June, and my overall goal is to lose at least another 15-20on top of that... but I'm giving myself until the end of the year to get there because I hear it's gets harder to lose the smaller you get.
2) Related to the whole cholesterol thing, my self-diagnosed hypochondria (which I've had for as long as I remember) is in full gear and probably as bad as it's ever been right now. I've been pretty sure I was having a heart attack on at least 2 occasions since my diagnosis of high cholest, and I've got all kinds of weird anxiety symptoms on top of that- chest tightness, heart palpitations, breath hunger, chills, etc. So most of the time I'm pretty convinced I have lung cancer, a brain tumor or some other such scary thing. It sucks royally to believe I'm dying every other day and my doc told me that if it gets too bad, we may want to consider putting me on some anti-anxiety drugs. I've decided that if I just trusted God more, I wouldn't be so anxious, but I've had quite a few friends remind me that if I've got misfiring neurons in my head, I might actually require drugs to fix it. Then EGD said it could all be related to postpartum depression (which apparently doesn't always manifest itself as sadness and can totally be anxiety), so now I'm just kinda hoping it will go away when my hormones get back into order. And her PPD diagnosis makes some sense because I remember being extra hyperchondria-y after Mia was born, too. Anyhoo... I'm working on the anxiety and trying to assure myself that I'm not actually seriously ill even though I believe I am.
3) In related news (to the PPD), my little Vince is almost 5 months old and Mia has crossed the point from baby girl to big girl!!! It's nuts how fast they're getting older. Vince will be sitting up on his own in probably the next 2 weeks. Mia sings about everything and likes to walk everywhere without holding hands. She also frequently requests to drive when we get in the car, but Andrew and I have decided that she's a little too small for that yet. ;) Here's a look at how big they're getting...
Well that's my update for now. It's been awhile since I've let you all into my head and life as much as this... maybe that's where the anxiety is coming from... I'm not using my blog as a therapy tool anymore. Frankly, I've just run out of time. It seems if I'm not changing a diaper or feeding or playing with one of the kids, I'm either exercising or working from home (or sometimes checking Facebook, of course). There's not a lot of time to just sit down and write blogs anymore. Though I do miss it!