It's been over a month since my last post and well, I have no excuses. Well, any good ones anyway. I think part of it was posting every day (or close to it) for my Thankful posts. Man, that was harder than I thought. I have a lot to be thankful for but that was quite a task. And to be honest, I have been really busy - so much to pin... so little time.
Which brings me to the subject at hand... PINTEREST. MH calls it my porn.... others have called it Fantasy Football for Girls. I call it... my latest obsession. I am finding the best stuff. Recipes, fashion ideas, quotes, hairstyles, things to make my OCD worse. I think my Organizational board is on overload. I can't get enough of it. In fact, neither can the Littlest Diva. She was sick last weekend and completely bored and when I asked her what she wanted to do her reply was "Let's pin stuff". I love her. So that's why I haven't been on here. Yes. Pinterest is my excuse. Shame on me. And shame on you if you don't know what I'm talking about.
In other news...
I wasn't going to admit this... but hey, blogs are all about honesty... saying what you really feel no matter how many people will judge you... (blah blah blah)
I started Weight Watchers. I did this a few years ago and was very successful. I was doing so well working out all the time but then I got sick, my Divas were out of school and yes, excuses excuses. But I wasn't losing anything. And then once I took an honest look of how I was eating, well - let's just say I wasn't surprised I wasn't losing as quickly as I would have liked. It amazed me after going through the things that I ate how many calories I was really taking in.
We don't go out to eat a lot. And when we do, I try to make really good choices. Or choices that I thought were good. Like salads, sandwiches, soups. Now some of you might be laughing hysterically right now. Go ahead. I deserve it. But it could have been worse. I could be eating burgers soaked in lard on a daily basis. After I did some research I found that the place I frequented (and yes, that is a word) I was inhaling 2500 calories - for lunch. 2500!! And all I was eating was a salad and a bowl of soup. Shame on me! So I figured it was time for a game change. And here we go.
I will say this... I feel like I have a lot more tools than I did before. I am not expecting to lose my last 25 (yes, I am admitting that) okay, 30... quickly. Okay, I might even go for 35. But I'm doing this. I am sick of being tired, of not having energy, of feeling like I am wasting my life away because my weight is holding me back. I'm back on track... and it feels really good.
At least for now... maybe I should re-visit that after Pilates class tomorrow.
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Showing posts with label exercise. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
{gettin' schooled}
I have had my share of homework overload and it's only Tuesday. In fact, I am not even GOING to school. Why is it I spend way more time on my kids' homework then I ever did on my own? If I put even half the effort into my school work growing up, I would have attended Yale or (gasp!) a community college. Why do you think we do this as moms? Because I know I am not the only mom out there that does it. As mom's we are over-achievers. You know we are. How many friends of yours post on Facebook "Today I washed 25 loads of laundry, made 36 loaves of bread, exercised, bathed the 2 dogs, ironed 12 dress shirts for my husband that I love more than life - all before noon." We have seen them. We have even BEEN them. Why do we feel a need to be Supermom?
Believe me... I have friends that school me in this area all the time. Anyone that knows me at all, knows how much I loathe laundry. I do it almost every day and I am NEVER caught up. I have threatened my family that I am going to make all of them go naked for a week just so I can catch up. Just add that to the list of reasons my children will need therapy as adults. And for me to bake bread? Ha! I am so yeast challenged. Yeast scares me. I can' do it. I know this wonderful Supermom in my 'hood that bakes bread every single day. Did you read that correctly? EVERY DAY. Not because she wants people to think she is amazing (we all know she is already) but because she loves to do it. Loves to give it to people. Yes, she is that amazing. I have friends that say they "envy" me because I get to exercise every day. Oh yes, friends. It's a luxury. HA! If only. I just decided within the last year that it's okay for me to put my health as a priority. I seem to always put others needs before my own. Don't we all do that? But its my turn and if some people think I am selfish for it, so be it. I'm okay with that. My point is - and I swear I have one - why do we all have a need to compare ourselves to others? Like my skinny friends. It doesn't mean I don't love them. I truly do. I just kind of hate them too. In the most loving way possible.
Wow... I digress. Back to the schooling part... that was a surprise rambling.
My littlest Diva loves to play school. I will enjoy this as long as I can. Right now, she loves homework. In just a few years I will be having to take privileges away from her so she will do her homework. She loves to pretend she is the teacher. Tonight we were in her room. She was the teacher and I was the student. It made me giggle - I now know what her teacher sounds like at school. She is very firm. I got in trouble for texting during class. And then she asked me to draw a number line. A what? I don't remember doing number lines as a child. So I tell her I don't know how. She says "Seriously? You don't know how to do a number line? I learned that a LONG time ago, Mom. Maybe you should come to school with me. You can learn all the stuff you don't know." Schooled, my friends. I got schooled by my littlest Diva.
And with that... I have nothing left to say.
Believe me... I have friends that school me in this area all the time. Anyone that knows me at all, knows how much I loathe laundry. I do it almost every day and I am NEVER caught up. I have threatened my family that I am going to make all of them go naked for a week just so I can catch up. Just add that to the list of reasons my children will need therapy as adults. And for me to bake bread? Ha! I am so yeast challenged. Yeast scares me. I can' do it. I know this wonderful Supermom in my 'hood that bakes bread every single day. Did you read that correctly? EVERY DAY. Not because she wants people to think she is amazing (we all know she is already) but because she loves to do it. Loves to give it to people. Yes, she is that amazing. I have friends that say they "envy" me because I get to exercise every day. Oh yes, friends. It's a luxury. HA! If only. I just decided within the last year that it's okay for me to put my health as a priority. I seem to always put others needs before my own. Don't we all do that? But its my turn and if some people think I am selfish for it, so be it. I'm okay with that. My point is - and I swear I have one - why do we all have a need to compare ourselves to others? Like my skinny friends. It doesn't mean I don't love them. I truly do. I just kind of hate them too. In the most loving way possible.
Wow... I digress. Back to the schooling part... that was a surprise rambling.
My littlest Diva loves to play school. I will enjoy this as long as I can. Right now, she loves homework. In just a few years I will be having to take privileges away from her so she will do her homework. She loves to pretend she is the teacher. Tonight we were in her room. She was the teacher and I was the student. It made me giggle - I now know what her teacher sounds like at school. She is very firm. I got in trouble for texting during class. And then she asked me to draw a number line. A what? I don't remember doing number lines as a child. So I tell her I don't know how. She says "Seriously? You don't know how to do a number line? I learned that a LONG time ago, Mom. Maybe you should come to school with me. You can learn all the stuff you don't know." Schooled, my friends. I got schooled by my littlest Diva.
And with that... I have nothing left to say.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
{thursday's randoms}
This is what's on my mind today....
1. Chocolate. Carbs. Cake. Donuts. PMS. Bloating. Chocolate. In that order.
2. MH lives in an estrogen drama-filled household. And he is still here. God bless him.
3. Playing volleyball is not as easy as I remember.
4. Littlest Diva is missing her friends that we either moved from or they moved from us. She is sad to see her cousin move to another state. She told me last night that is trying to be brave. She is. So brave.
5. I have a serious phobia of sharks. My divas think its funny to say "hey mom! come see what I want for my next birthday" and it's a big shark face on the TV. I should ground them more.
6. Would it really be too much to ask for my thighs to not touch? It doesn't matter how much weight I lose, they still touch. And it's annoying.
7. I am absolutely disgusted with bullies. My oldest daughter was being bullied so much that I ended up transferring her to a new school. I know this isn't always the correct answer. I've had other moms say "You should make her face her fears, deal with the bullies, etc..". But when you have a school that isn't supportive and conversations with parents that go nowhere it comes down to this: She is my daughter and I am her advocate. She needs to feel safe and if it takes a new school for her to feel that way I would do it again. And she finally does feel safe. And she is happier and adjusting very well. She is amazing.
8. I am 1/3 done with my Christmas shopping. Maybe I will be organized this year. Maybe. Don't hold your breath.
9. Best text I have received today: "I love you mom. You're the best. Thanks for always being there for me." No mommy guilt at bedtime for me. Can I hear a "HOLLA".
10. Beautiful day today. I took pictures of the cutest little family. So warm and sunny. I absolutely love fall. I hate what is coming next. But fall is amazing. I love that I can be outside and feel the sun on my face, the crisp breeze and enjoy what has been created for me. Okay, and for everyone else too. But really, it is all about me.
11. Do ovaries have muscles? Because if they do, I think I pulled mine during my last workout
1. Chocolate. Carbs. Cake. Donuts. PMS. Bloating. Chocolate. In that order.
2. MH lives in an estrogen drama-filled household. And he is still here. God bless him.
3. Playing volleyball is not as easy as I remember.
4. Littlest Diva is missing her friends that we either moved from or they moved from us. She is sad to see her cousin move to another state. She told me last night that is trying to be brave. She is. So brave.
5. I have a serious phobia of sharks. My divas think its funny to say "hey mom! come see what I want for my next birthday" and it's a big shark face on the TV. I should ground them more.
6. Would it really be too much to ask for my thighs to not touch? It doesn't matter how much weight I lose, they still touch. And it's annoying.
7. I am absolutely disgusted with bullies. My oldest daughter was being bullied so much that I ended up transferring her to a new school. I know this isn't always the correct answer. I've had other moms say "You should make her face her fears, deal with the bullies, etc..". But when you have a school that isn't supportive and conversations with parents that go nowhere it comes down to this: She is my daughter and I am her advocate. She needs to feel safe and if it takes a new school for her to feel that way I would do it again. And she finally does feel safe. And she is happier and adjusting very well. She is amazing.
8. I am 1/3 done with my Christmas shopping. Maybe I will be organized this year. Maybe. Don't hold your breath.
9. Best text I have received today: "I love you mom. You're the best. Thanks for always being there for me." No mommy guilt at bedtime for me. Can I hear a "HOLLA".
10. Beautiful day today. I took pictures of the cutest little family. So warm and sunny. I absolutely love fall. I hate what is coming next. But fall is amazing. I love that I can be outside and feel the sun on my face, the crisp breeze and enjoy what has been created for me. Okay, and for everyone else too. But really, it is all about me.
11. Do ovaries have muscles? Because if they do, I think I pulled mine during my last workout
Monday, October 10, 2011
{pump it up}
Have I discussed my latest obsession? Let me share it with you... PUMP CLASS. What is pump class you ask?
First let me start with the disclaimer: I am not a professional. I do not use the correct weight lifting terminology. And I do not assume any risk by anyone out there taking a Pump Class and not being able to move for days after. I am not a professional. I think that covers it.
Ok... back to: What is a pump class?
Basically, it's a weight lifting class. I never thought I would like this class. But I do. You have a bar where you change the weights depending on the type of exercise you are doing. You also use hand weights and an elevated step. For the first few classes - ok let's be honest for EVERY class until 2 days ago - I used the smallest weight possible. Because I am a wimp. I admit it. Go ahead and judge me. I'll wait...
Once you do a gazillion reps you seriously can't move at all. In fact, after the first class I could barely walk. Let's just say when my workout partner dropped me off, I fell out of her truck because my legs wouldn't work. And while we are discussing my workout partner, she seriously rocks. She gets my butt to every class. And I love her for it. After I hate her for it. I have tried several times to talk her into going to breakfast instead of class. I haven't won that argument.
I guess they won't be paying me for an endorsement any time soon. But after tearing all my muscles and taking the instructors name in vain for days, I have realized I have never felt stronger. I have been doing it for a few weeks now and I actually have muscles. About a week ago, I asked MH why my shoulders were "swollen". He just laughed and said they were muscles. He also reminded me about waking him up several weeks ago and telling him a felt a lump beneath my breast. Which turned out to be a rib. Who knew? I am finding parts of my body I haven't seen in years. It's a fun game.
So tomorrow is pump class and I am so excited. Yes, I realize it's an obsession but really... I could be obsessed over worse things. Feel free to name a few...
First let me start with the disclaimer: I am not a professional. I do not use the correct weight lifting terminology. And I do not assume any risk by anyone out there taking a Pump Class and not being able to move for days after. I am not a professional. I think that covers it.
Ok... back to: What is a pump class?
Basically, it's a weight lifting class. I never thought I would like this class. But I do. You have a bar where you change the weights depending on the type of exercise you are doing. You also use hand weights and an elevated step. For the first few classes - ok let's be honest for EVERY class until 2 days ago - I used the smallest weight possible. Because I am a wimp. I admit it. Go ahead and judge me. I'll wait...
Once you do a gazillion reps you seriously can't move at all. In fact, after the first class I could barely walk. Let's just say when my workout partner dropped me off, I fell out of her truck because my legs wouldn't work. And while we are discussing my workout partner, she seriously rocks. She gets my butt to every class. And I love her for it. After I hate her for it. I have tried several times to talk her into going to breakfast instead of class. I haven't won that argument.
I guess they won't be paying me for an endorsement any time soon. But after tearing all my muscles and taking the instructors name in vain for days, I have realized I have never felt stronger. I have been doing it for a few weeks now and I actually have muscles. About a week ago, I asked MH why my shoulders were "swollen". He just laughed and said they were muscles. He also reminded me about waking him up several weeks ago and telling him a felt a lump beneath my breast. Which turned out to be a rib. Who knew? I am finding parts of my body I haven't seen in years. It's a fun game.
So tomorrow is pump class and I am so excited. Yes, I realize it's an obsession but really... I could be obsessed over worse things. Feel free to name a few...
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