Don't Freak Out!

Every time I call my mom at an odd time or unexpectedly, the first thing I disclaim is, don't worry mom, I don't have cancer again. hahaha. She always laughs (and then sighs with relief). So don't worry, Win the Day peeps...I don't have any signs of cancer again, but I definitely still have random and frequent bouts of crazy :)

My little buddy and I have been all over the country this summer...west coast, east coast and a few places in between. A bit overwhelming since I'm so behind in posting, I picked just one little pic of us on one of our trips when we had to sit behind one of those people on the plane who loses his manners and forgets that when they let one slip out, others pay the price. For a 2 hour long flight.

Don't worry, Austin let the whole plane know all about it when we landed. His voice has only one volume and it's not the volume you want when you would like him to keep something hush hush in public :)

So...it's been forever since I've posted anything here, and this will be the last one! I've decided...drum roll please...to join a social media site!!! Friends rejoice! You have FINALLY (some have been trying since MySpace was around in the late 90's) convinced me to try it out. Not Facebook, but I'll let you know how to keep in touch with me at the end here...

I'm not sure why I am so anti social media. No shade on you social media addicts. I just never understood in the heck you do it all! I barely have energy to put my yoga pants on in the morning to make breakfast at a decent hour, let alone a cute pair with my hair done and make up on looking fab after a 5 am run. And then the effort to take a pic and post it? Makes me nervous I'm going to fail miserably at this.

People always laugh at me when I text them pictures of what other people share with me...they are like duh! I saw that on Facebook yesterday! haha. The only way I know what is going on in my friends' and family members' lives is if they *gasp* reach out and contact me...crazy, I know! And the only people from high school who I have a clue what they look like or do these days are the handful of peeps who I am actually friends with and see every now and again. Crazy, right? HA! Now, don't get me wrong. The secret stalking of some people I'm curious about has always appealed to me, but I can see how I might never be able to disconnect once I go down the where are they now trail!

I also know from writing this blog, that you can make your life look like whatever you want, or don't want it to look like by what you share...how you share it...what cute pics you decide to attach...it makes me nervous that I'll get sucked into trying to capture moments to share rather than just being in the moment and soaking it up. I already have a tendency to have my mind racing and planning and thinking ahead, like thinking about how I'm going to rinse all the damn sand off at the beach before we get in the car instead of just enjoying me and my kid's time rolling around in the mess and dealing with it later. And it's soo much pressure...how do you choose a profile pic?? Something cute, silly, my cute kid, a meme, paleo tacos?? SO MUCH PRESSURE! I'm on step one and I can already see myself giving up on this game.

I do miss writing and publishing journals, but for now, I'm continuing my blogging break. You can keep up with little snippets of my life on Instagram

@jennkinchen

where I'll be stalking housewives from Bravo and paleo bloggers and posting obnoxious amounts of photos of me and my kid.

Miss you all and pray that everyone is out there doing the damn thing, enjoying the moment and of course don't forget to WIN THE DAY!

Love
Jenn

You can always just put the other one on!

I just found this draft I never published...enjoy! And YES! I am still dealing with managing my weight 7 months later.


One of Austin's teachers was out a few days last week and Austin had the most hilarious story he told everyone within earshot (which is pretty much a 1/2 mile radius if you've ever heard his whisper volume). He overheard the teachers talking about 'surgery.' So in his little 4 year old mind, Ms. Delores 'has breast cancer and she's having surgery to remove her sick breast. When she comes back to school, she's only going to have one breast. But it's ok. When she goes out to have fun with her friends, she can just put another one on like you Mom.'

Hahaha. Ms. Delores definitely does not have breast cancer. The surgery he overheard about was her husband's knee surgery. She was out to help him recover. Poor kid knows too much too early :) And as for putting on another boobie when you go out with your friends...I went to my hilarious girlfriend, Kristin's, bachelorette party a while back and he caught me slipping it into my shirt. I hope his advanced anatomy lessons do not get him kicked out of school one day (checkout how gorgeous the bride looked!!).

Life without Tamoxifen update. Not much to note...I feel ok. When I was on Tamoxifen I went through periods where I felt kind of 'blah' not really happy or sad. I know I'm getting back to my good old sensitive Jenn self when I tear up if I see a homeless guy on the corner, a cheesy commercial, pretty clouds...hahaha. Nothing really that different to note, if anyone's really interested, get in touch with me and I'll fill you in on details, but one really annoying bullet point I will share is that my weight BALLOONED when I quit taking it. I am, no joke, at the same weight I was when I delivered Austin! No changes in diet (y'all will not be surprised that I am extremely rigid about what I eat...home made bone broth, at least 1 lb of organic veggies a day, green juices, grass fed/pastured meats...I'm really annoying about it too. haha), plus I actually increased my exercise significantly. I had shin splints from running for 3 weeks in a row and was steadily pounding at the trail 5 days a week.

Pounds packing on week after week. So frustrating. I have never had difficulty losing weight. I've never been a stick, but when my jeans have gotten a little tighter, I could lose a few pounds easily. Consulted 3 docs about it and they all say it's jacked up hormones. My body's adjusting back to having usable Estrogen and there's really nothing more any of them could recommend for me to do differently. Well dammit. Hopefully, things will balance out and I'll quit needing to buy a bigger size stretchy pants every 3 weeks. haha. You know it's bad when even your stretchy pants dig into your gut.

Love
Jenn