Category Archives: Big Puppy

Our Crossfit Journey (or…Crap Jess Says)

My husband and I started working out (Crossfit) a little over a month ago. We absolutely love it. It daily kicks our butts, but we feel great afterward and we’ve seen some great results in a very short amount of time. The community aspect of it is one of our favorite parts. Our trainers are amazing, and everyone we have had the pleasure of coming into contact with because of Crossfit has been encouraging and motivating. I don’t see us stopping this anytime soon. With that said, we’ve had some pretty weird conversations because of the changes we are seeing and just the overall act of working out. I am sharing a few of these for your entertainment.

Me: “I am so sore…my skin is sore! Is that normal?”

Me: “You never said that running was a part of Crossfit!”

Me: “This is the one time I’m glad you put the tall toilet in our bathroom.” (This was after what felt like a bazillion squats.)

Hubby: “How much do you weigh?” Me: “I don’t know, I’m afraid of the scale since you weighed.” (He’s gained about 10lbs.)

At least once a week while looking at the next day’s workout… Me: “What the crap does that mean? I don’t even know what that is.” (Then googling & getting sucked into Crossfit exercise videos for 30+ minutes.) Me: “Oh yeah, that thing.”

During a discussion of different muscles being sore, being more defined/bigger, etc… Me: “What’s this?” (Pointing to my lower back.) Hubby: “Back fat?” Me: (Punching him in the arm.) “The muscle! What’s it called?!”

Okay, so most of these are me being whiny, but hey, they’re funny. The best part is I’m on this journey with my best friend. I get frustrated and he keeps me straight. He overdoes it and I scold him. Ya know…give and take. ;) Does working out make you ask/say weird things or is it just me?

Six Years Ago…

Six years ago today, I married my best friend. It was a chilly day, and I had mixed emotions since my grandmother had passed away the day before. I was crazy excited to be beginning a new life with this wonderful man, but sad that my grandmother was unable to share in my joy. I was glad to be able to share the day with a few family members and close friends though…it turned out to be a beautiful moment that is forever in my heart.

April 23, 2005

If it’s possible, I love him more today than the day I married him. I’m not saying that there haven’t been rough patches, but nothing God can’t handle. I can honestly say that I have never been happier with my life than I am now. We have grown so much together and I look forward to how much more we have to grow. Mostly I look forward to just living my life with this man, my best friend.

Our first dance...almost 6 years after our wedding and ironically at a wedding that isn't ours. =)

Happy Anniversary, Big Puppy. I am so excited about spending the rest of my life with you…what adventures we have in front of us! I love you.

‘The Diet’…dun-da-dun!!!!

Okay, so I finally decided to post about this diet journey Big Puppy and I are on. It is the HCG program (drops, not shots). After watching my Mom lose over 50lbs, we decided to give it a try. As of right now, we are on day 13, and have lost a combined total of over 17lbs. It’s fairly easy, and not near as much torture as I envisioned. I’m not particularly ‘overweight’, but I have about 10lbs or so that I could stand to lose – mainly in my belly area…2 C-sections & an appendectomy can do that to ya. Anyways, in the past I’ve had success with Pilates, Yoga, Tae-Bo, etc. but have never combined the actual diet aspect. I guess the only ‘diet’ I’ve ever been on was some sort of tuna thing I vaguely remember, and the ‘Daniel Fast’…which I bent the rules on.

Not me...just in case you were wondering. LOL

Okay, back to details about the current diet:
Day 1-3 = Loading Phase (aka stuff yourself w/ junk food until you wanna puke)
On day 1, we took photos (which we will NOT be sharing…sorry), took measurements (which we jacked up, so they don’t really count), and weighed in.

Day 4-26 = Stage 2 (Very Low Calorie Diet) 500 calories a day consisting of a total of 200 grams of protein, 2 fruits, tiny amounts of carbs, and tons of veggies.

In addition, there are homoeopathic drops that you place under your tongue 4x a day (Day 1-23)…they ‘activate’ the bad fat so your body will use it rather than the good fat (yes, there is such a thing…I questioned that too). They also help suppress hunger. Oh, and you have to drink at least a liter of water a day…and you CANNOT exercise.

Day 27-47 = Stage 3 (NO Sugar/Starch) You get to increase your calories to 1500 a day, but still avoid sugar & carbs. There’s alot more you can eat variety wise, and you can exercise.

Day 48-68 = Stage 4 (Maintenance) This is where you slowly integrate starch & sugar back into your diet.  Hopefully you’ve learned that you need to watch your calorie intake…as in don’t pound a whole sleeve of Oreos, or eat a bag of Doritos…or your hard work will be for nothing & you’ll gain it all back.
This diet can be repeated until you are at your goal weight, there is a waiting period between cycles, but since we’re only doing this once, I have no clue what that waiting period is. I’m pretty excited about being at the halfway point of stage 2…I know it sounds weird, but I can’t wait to exercise! One thing we’ve learned is that we were not eating as good as we thought, and eating healthy isn’t too bad. The amount of food we are eating fills us up, and we have not been fatigued at all. I don’t know if I’d recommend this diet to those with very little weight to lose…it’s a little disheartening to go days only losing tenths of a pound even though you are losing inches, but for those with 20+ lbs to lose I think this is a good, healthy solution.

Feel free to ask me any questions about it…my Mom’s the ‘expert’, so I’ll ask her & let you know. =) Also there are iPhone Apps that are very helpful…the one I use is: hCG Diet app

My goal is to be between 105 & 110 (I’m barely 5′ if I really stretch) before we leave for Spring Break.  (I’ll be posting about that soon…vacation for me, Big Puppy, & Froggy to Cocoa Beach/West Palm Beach…WOOT!) As of today, I have at least 9 more pounds to shed, and I can guarantee that I will be exercising hard core in about 13 more days…wish me luck! :)

Funny Story Friday

We have a lot of fun at our house. We like to play tricks on each other and joke around. I often have ideas for some really good pranks or comebacks, but rarely do I actually act on them or vocalize…until recently.
The victim = Greg, my super hot husband

The prankster = sweet, little me

A couple weeks ago, the kids were sleeping, I was in bed reading, and Greg had just gotten out of the shower. The door to our room was open, but since the kids were asleep Greg decided to get dressed without shutting the door. He emerges from the bathroom in his towel, I glance up and an evil plan quickly forms in my brain. He gets his underwear out of the drawer, drops his towel, I look at the doorway and in my scolding voice say ‘Get back in your bed right now!’. Greg hits the floor the fastest I’ve ever seen him move, and I double over in hysterics. He then realizes that all the kids are still sleeping, and I got him good. We laugh it up for a few days, and now I’m nervously waiting….for payback.

Grayson’s Two Hugs

Grayson, my sweet 3 year old…it is so weird to say 3 instead of 2…comes up with the funniest things. Yesterday, even though Greg is on vacation, he got called into work for a few hours and upon arriving home asked Grayson ‘Have you been obedient today?’ Grayson replied, ‘No, Daddy. I been good boy.’ Then later while giving Daddy ‘Good Night’ hugs, I managed to snap these pictures. This first one is what he calls his ‘mean’ hug.

He’s been doing this for quite awhile with Greg…just one of the father & son things they do…and I finally was able to get pictures.
This second one is his ‘Grayson’ hug, which he also sometimes calls a ‘great’ hug.
I think it is so cute that he has these two hugs for Daddy. The ‘mean’ hug is always used in a joking manner followed by a big ‘Grayson’ hug…and is almost always reserved for Daddy. Grayson is such an affectionate and loving kid…he is so much like his Dad. I couldn’t have asked for a better father/son duo. I am so blessed.

Here Fishy, Fishy!

Daddy bought Grayson a fishing pole…even let him pick it out. Surprise, surprise, he picked a Spiderman pole. Using the little practice weighted fish, he taught Grayson how to reel in a whopper right in our living room.
We then headed down to the river. (The trip was originally going to be just Daddy & Grayson, but who would fall in the water getting wet up to their knees when they didn’t notice the tide rising trapping them on a tiny island capture every adorable moment?)
Grayson was enjoying reeling in Dad’s first cast, and caught a large blob of weeds and muck. He was excited even though it wasn’t a fish.
Next cast, he got a bite. Daddy helped him reel in the whopper!
He was very excited and even touched it. Later Grayson was talking about the fish he caught and he kept saying ‘Thomas Rainbow Spots’. After a little confusing conversation with Grayson, we realized he had named the fish he caught.
The rest of the afternoon, the guys just enjoyed each other’s company and the peacefulness of the river.
I am so thankful to have a husband who is a good Christian man, a man who is a wonderful role model for his son, a man who enjoys his role in life, and is great at his job as husband, father, and friend.

Waking from the nightmare…

As you may have read in earlier posts, HERE and HERE, we had quite an eventful weekend. What started off as a typical weekend with the kids…aside from having to care for a child with shingles (that’s an entire post in itself), and Greg having to work most of Saturday…ended in total chaos. If you want details in a play-by-play fashion, read the above posts…this post is more details of what was actually wrong with him, and what happened/didn’t happen on Sunday.

Greg was diagnosed as having Atrial Fibrillation. It is basically that the top chambers of his heart (atria) were beating fluttery and irregularly and not in sync with the bottom chambers (ventricles). This causes decreased blood flow…which in turn made him light headed. They performed an ultrasound to look at his heart, which was way cool and gross at the same time.
You could see the valves fluttering and it looked like his heart was just beating weird all over the place. He was pale and had slight tingling in his fingers. He was in the ER for about 6 hours before they decided to admit him sometime around 5:30am on Sunday. He sent me this picture from his phone to try to make me feel better…
I was able to finally get there around 9:00am after a friend of ours came to stay with the kids. They had him on a drip of Cardizem to slow his heart rate hoping that his heart would convert back into normal rhythm on its own. The plan was if this didn’t happen by noon, they were going to shock him to convert it back to normal rhythm. He was a bit nervous about this…I was terrified. I began to lose it a bit when the nurse was explaining it to me. If they had to shock him, they would have given him medicine to put him to sleep…not really asleep, but where he would be able to talk to them but wouldn’t remember anything. They would then put pads on his chest and back, use the defibrillator, then give him meds to wake him back up. He would be groggy and out of it for a few hours, but would most likely be able to go home that day. I thank GOD he didn’t have to go through that. (The nurse said that his heart was trying to convert itself, but just wasn’t quite getting it. His heart rate had been fluctuating wildly in a range from as high as 155bpm to as low as 30bpm.) After taking a short nap…maybe 45 minutes, he awoke about 10 til noon. He was still pale and getting a bit anxious because of the threat of shock looming. At 12:15, he looked at me and said ‘I’m back.’ He had felt his heart go back into normal rhythm on its own. He began to regain his color immediately and was excited and ready to go home. The nurse came in and confirmed that he had converted, and the doctor would be in soon. It took about 2 more hours before he was discharged. We praised God for fixing his heart issue…it was down to the wire and we were so nervous, but we were reminded that God is not limited by our time or schedule. (The doctor was actually supposed to be there at noon, but didn’t get there until almost 1pm.)
We arrived home to a barrage of ‘Daddy!’ and hugs. Shortly after getting home, our friend Brandon showed up with pizza for our family. Greg enjoyed the company of his friends for awhile, we ate some pizza, returned a multitude of phone calls and texts, and then snuggled on the couch for the rest of the evening.
We are truly blessed to have such wonderful friends and family. There were so many prayers and well wishes that we lost track…hopefully we responded to and thanked everyone. Today, Greg is taking a day off of work to rest. (He fought me on this, but I insisted he needed a little more rest.) He has been sleeping peacefully on the couch all morning, and is currently snuggled up with Grayson just enjoying life. It almost seems as if it was all just a bad dream. It all happened so fast, and ended as quickly as it began. It really has been a bit of a reality check for us, and we are not going to take so much of our lives for granted. We are so thankful for our relationship with each other, with God, with our children, with our friends, with our family…there are no words to describe how much we appreciate it all.

I want to wake up…

After less than 4 hours of sleep, I woke up to an empty bed. To a feeling of heaviness and dread at having to explain to 4 sweet children that Daddy is in the hospital. The first words I heard this morning were from Trinity ‘Mom, where’s Greg?’ I nearly lost it. I texted Greg to call me when he woke up which resulted in an immediate call. So far the Dr. has had him on a drip that slows his heart rate hoping that it would return to normal rhythm on its own. According to Greg he is in A-Fib…I think that’s what he said. They are giving this until Noon or 1pm. If this doesn’t happen they are going to put him to sleep and shock him. I am terrified, and waiting for our friend to get here to watch the kids so I can go be with my husband. I feel as if I am in some sort of nightmare on the verge of waking but I just can’t make the push through the fog. The kids are doing okay. I explained he is in the hospital because his heart was beating funny and that the doctors are fixing him…that he’ll be okay. These words are for my benefit as much as theirs. I want to wake up.

Today has been a blur. Greg is home and okay. I will be posting tomorrow about the entire ordeal. (He came out of A-Fib on his own…with help of meds, but did not need to be shocked.) He is feeling good…back to normal except the lack of sleep. I just wanted to thank everyone who has been praying for him and our family, and to say that we have the greatest friends on the planet…I love you all.


There are few things scarier than seeing your spouse taken away in an ambulance. I experienced this reality check earlier this evening. We had enjoyed a goofy night with the kids…burgers & baked french fries, crazy gymnastics moves, singing & dancing to stuff on youtube, wrestling matches in the living room. After putting the kids to bed, we settled down to watch a movie. About half way through the movie, we pause it for a minute so he can get a drink. He goes into the kitchen, drinks a glass of milk, and comes out looking scared. I ask him if he’s okay. He says his heart is feeling funny…like it used to when he was a kid. (He had bouts of SVT when he was younger.) I attempted to get him to sit or lie down, but he was anxious about it and was pacing. I got him to stop for a moment and I placed my ear to his chest only to hear and feel his heart racing like crazy. We waited a few minutes to see if it would stop. When it didn’t, I called 911.

It took 12 minutes for the ambulance to get here…which seemed like eternity. They took him out to the ambulance to check him out, and then 15 minutes later drove away. That is when I broke. The house was silent. I could hear typical nighttime noises from outside, but inside nothing. No creaking from kids turning in their sleep, no hum of the air conditioner, nothing. The silence hit me like a freight train, and I shattered it with a single sob. I allowed tears to slip out quietly as to not wake up any of the kids. I knew he would be okay. That God has His hand on our family. That He has plans for us in action. That He is our strength. But when something unexpected and scary happens, the grip of fear and the unknown is almost paralyzing. I composed myself, called my mom to just talk to someone so I didn’t totally freak out, called a friend about either sitting w/ the kids while I went up there or picking him up when they release him, then called the ER. He had just arrived and they knew nothing. They said I could call back or they’d have him call me. Evidently either time warps considerably to me when something like this happens or the ambulance drivers drive S-L-O-W. I hung up and waves of nausea swept over me. I began to shiver. I took deep breaths and prayed. Short bursts of desperate prayer. My mind was racing, so coherent thoughts were few and far between. I pushed panic down and thought of my sleeping babies. God gave me a moment of peace so I could function. I posted a quick update asking for prayer on twitter, and then sat immobilized staring at the screen for nearly 15 minutes. Typically when I have something on my mind I write, so I tried to do what I do, but my fingers refused to try to expel the chaos in my mind. About 30 minutes later, he texted me ‘Good. I will call you soon.’ I could not control the tears of relief. Even with no details, just getting a text from him lifted such a weight.
I am now typing away while awaiting details…a phone call…a text…something. Something telling me all is well with my 28 year old husband’s heart. Something telling me we are going to be okay. Something telling me when our family will be back together and back to normal. Maybe it shouldn’t be ‘back to normal’. Maybe we should take inventory of our priorities. Maybe we should make some changes.
*NOTE* I will update this post as I receive information…
~UPDATE~ 12:57am
Greg called after being in the ER for over an hour saying that he had not been seen yet. His heart rate is down from 155 at rest to 75, and he thinks his blood pressure is down a bit from 160/120 but he isn’t sure what it is right now. He is still having irregular rhythms, but has calmed down a bit.
~UPDATE~ 1:24am
Greg texted that he still hasn’t been seen and his heart is ‘flopping’ more.
~UPDATE~ 3:08am
Greg texted that the Dr. just left him. He’s on some sort of med drip to slow his heart rate. The Dr. says the top chamber of his heart is not working properly and they are attempting to get it to kick back into normal rhythm. He will most likely need ongoing medication. Not sure when he will be discharged…hopefully soon.
~UPDATE~ 4:15am
Going to try to get some sleep. Dr. is now saying it is NOT SVT but something else. His heart is not going into normal rhythm even w/ meds. They are admitting him & are hoping it will go into normal rhythm on its own in the next few hours or they will put him to sleep and shock his heart to try to get it into normal rhythm. I am going to try to get some sleep.