Week 40 Weigh-in with Before and After Pictures


Well, hello there folks! It’s the last Friday of the month. You know what that means…

It’s time to for me to wear that ridiculous pink tank top and those blue shorts that my butt insists on eating for my monthly pictures. It also means that I get to post my weight for the world to see. Every girls dream come true.

Okay, let’s get to it! I’m going to try to keep this brief because it’s nap time during a deliciously rainy day and I’m in a hurry to snuggle up in a corner of my house, drink some hot tea and read a book meant for adolescents with a plot centering around the perils of being in love with something supernatural. It’s called Beautiful Creatures. Don’t worry… I’ve read plenty of classics so there is no threat of brain rot.

Anyway, today I stepped on the scale and it read 185.2. I’m not thrilled with the number but I am enjoying the way my clothes are fitting these days. Plus, I should congratulate myself on a 40 pound weight loss!

The down side is that I made a goal to weigh 180 by today and I’ve missed the mark by 5 pounds… boooo. (That’s an angry crowd boo not a scary boo.)

Let’s look at the photos shall we? I’ll compare them to my first before and after picture so you can see the difference.




It’s an average loss of a pound a week. Slow and steady.. but at the same time I haven’t felt deprived an any way shape or form. I’ve been living under this motto because I believe it’s the only way to live…


How did you guys do? Are you still hanging in there with me?

Butt Cheeks and Brussels Sprouts

This is who I want to be when I grow up…


I just thought you should know.

On Sunday I did a typical crossfit session with my husband and I’ve been hobbling ever since. I grunt every time I move. It’s not very attractive but I can’t help it, it’s involuntary.

I’ve tried to go for a couple of runs  since then to workout the kinks and it literally felt like I was trying to run while holding an object between my butt cheeks.

(For the record, I’ve never actually run with anything in between my butt cheeks but if I ever did this is what I imagined it would look like.)

Other than that crossfit workout and a few runs I haven’t done much else. Penelope has been super sick with a stomach bug so I’ve spent the past week marinating in her vomit. The consolation prize came in the form of endless snuggles. Over night my little tornado was transformed into a volcano and although I could pass on the midnight bath time-sheet changing sessions I still enjoyed the cuddling. Oh how I love that cuddling!

She finally turned a corner the other day and I was so excited at the prospect of getting a good night’s sleep but it didn’t happen. She finally stopped getting sick everywhere but she still refused to sleep last night. So now I’m left exhausted with unusually sore butt cheeks. My butt really has nothing to do with being so tired but the combination is really starting to get on my nerves. Seriously, why am I so sore???

Today I went for a long walk’n talk with a friend and headed over to the farmer’s market afterward. In my sleep deprived state I decided to buy a big hulking bunch of brussels sprouts because I thought it looked cool.


I’ve been known to buy worse things when this tired so I won’t beat myself up too much. However, I’m not entirely sure I even like brussels sprouts. The only time I eat them is when I have the Kale Chopped Salad Maple-Almond Vinaigrette from Iowa Girl Eats… which is roughly three times a week. I seriously LOVE that salad but the brussels sprouts aren’t really the main ingredient. It would take a million of these salads to get through that huge bunch.


Other than that salad I haven’t really eaten brussels sprouts before. The truth is, I don’t really like vegetables. Or at least I didn’t think I did. Then I started experimenting and something sort of clicked. I actually kind of crave them now but I’m still picky about them. The fact that I force myself to eat vegetables and therefore force my family to eat vegetables is proof that I am well on my way to growing up.

Now, if only I could hike up my leg and rest it on a random metal box on the side of the road… 

Before we go on I think we need to take a moment to acknowledge the fact that I have transitioned from talking about squeezing things between my butt cheeks, to marinating in vomit and on to food. I just want you to know that I know this is entirely inappropriate but it’s something I tend to do. It’s also the 158th reason why I will NEVER be a food blogger. However, I am a weight loss blogger and shit happens (literally) and when it does I still have to eat, preferably healthy stuff. So… there you go. Shall we move on?

Now, what was I talking about?

Right… brussels sprouts. I haven’t tried any of these recipes yet so there is no telling whether I’ll like them or not but they look pretty yummy.

1. Roasted Brussels Sprouts with Fig Balsamic Dressing


2. Sautéed Brussels Sprouts with Bacon and Gold Raisins


3. Sweet Potato and Brussels Skillet


I am actually pretty excited about trying these recipes. Which may be proof that I need to get out more… or that I need to take a nap.

 What is your favorite fall vegetable and how do you prepare it?

P.S. Here is a list of the health benefits of eating brussels sprouts. It’s confirmed… I need to get out more 😉

Violating Pumpkins and Making Yummy “Pancakes”

Yesterday was the last day of Summer/ First day of Fall and I spent it eating pancakes that weren’t actual pancakes and artificially inseminating pumpkins… I have mixed emotions about it all, really.

When I stepped foot outside I could feel a change in the air. It was cool and crisp and it made me glad that the coffee ban wasn’t in effect during the weekends. From where I stood I could see the orange blossoms of my pumpkin patch and it gave me the giddy hope of actually being successful in my gardening endeavors.

If you’ve been reading this blog for long then you will be well aware of my unhealthy obsession with growing pumpkins this year. In fact, this was my first year at actually having a successful garden and I had no idea how emotionally invested I would become.  In mid-Summer I thought all of my dreams of having a garden were dashed when a freak hail storm tore up everything I had worked for. However, it didn’t take long for hope to blossom in the form of baby pumpkins who grew despite the devastation. (I was quite dramatic about the whole thing.)


Unfortunately, the little pumpkins kept shrivelling up and falling off. I pretty much gave up on the whole gardening business because it was really starting to tick me off.  During that time the rains came and stayed for over a week.  When the sun came out I stepped outside to see that all of that rain had revived everything. I was so happy to see a whole stock of vegetables grew despite of my lack of faith.


The pumpkin patch was also taking off and more little baby pumpkins popped up and I saw my chance at having a successful pumpkin patch after all! I did some research and discovered that my pumpkin troubles may be caused by lack of pollination. So, I took matters into my own hands by playing match maker.







I couldn’t help but feel like I was violating my plants when I pulled the flower petals back. However, desperate times call for drastic measures. I had to do it for this little Pumpkin Patch Kid! She’s been waiting all summer to see her pumpkins!


This whole gardening process has been a long one. During the long winter I started seeds in doors and became quite attached to them. I started to look at them as seeds of hope. They had a long way to grow but one day they would be something beautiful… and quite tasty.


There were so many times when I just wanted to give up on the whole damn thing. I would put in so much effort and then something would go wrong and I would get really ticked off about it. But it didn’t take me long to realize that it’s all about the process. Sometimes you get to enjoy the tasty fruits of your labor and sometimes you have to work a little harder before you get to reap the rewards. It’s a lot like this whole weight loss process. In fact, it’s a lot like life.

I can’t help but feel happy when I take the time to meander outdoors and focus on the little things…


After inseminating pollinating the pumpkins I began to feel hungry so I went inside to make some breakfast. The cool weather had me craving pancakes but that wouldn’t do me any favors with my weight loss efforts. That’s when I remembered reading about “pancakes” that were simply made from mashed banana and eggs. I decided to give it a try was so glad that I did!

I mixed 1 banana with 2 eggs and sprinkled in some cinnamon for good measure…


I just heated up a pan over medium-high heat and waited to find out how it turned out.


They looked just like pancakes!


It tasted like french toast!

In fact, I’ve made it four times since then because Penelope is feeling under the weather and it’s the only thing that she will eat. You don’t even have to put syrup on it because the banana is naturally so sweet. Bridget was skeptical and so was Brent but they also thought they were super yummy! I seriously doubt I’ll feel the need to make regular pancakes again. There were THAT good!

We spent the rest of the day playing outside…


and had a “So long Summer” dinner as we enjoyed the bounty that came out of our back yard.


There’s something about the change of seasons that makes you feel revived. I’m looking forward to the rest of the week and the prospect of Penelope’s recovery. There’s too much outdoor exploring to do to be that sick! Plus a good night’s sleep would do this house hold wonders!

What did you do on the first day of Fall?

Week 38 Weigh-in


It’s Friday and it’s a beautiful Fall day… awesome indeed!

I spent the week trying to stay strong and determined. Even though we had our everyday challenges and temptations I managed to push through and do what I needed to do even if it wasn’t along the same lines of what I wanted to do. I always feel like I’m either on track with working out or eating right but rarely am I on track with those two things simultaneously. So this week I focused on both.

I went to yoga for the first time in a long time and walked out of there feeling like my body and brain had the best massage ever…


While I was off getting my zen on Penelope was in the gym day care watching some other kid puke all over the place.  It wasn’t long before she came down with a tummy bug as well. I think having to change endless diapers and vomit may have helped on the eating front… not too appealing after all of that.

 Luckily Brent was home from work and did a lot of caring for the poor baby. (He can’t stand it when his girls don’t feel well.) So that meant during nap time I was able to go for runs with Sir Scout since going to the gym wasn’t much of an option.


Scout didn’t mind one bit!

It was one of those weeks where I could have easily lost my mind. If I weren’t in such a healthy place I have a feeling I would have drowned my frustrations in a Venti Pumpkin Spice latte every day of the week. Pumpkin Spice Lattes are my kryptonite so for the whole of the week I skipped coffee all together. For some reason I can drink iced coffee without so much crap in it. But when the weather gets cooler and more seasonal I crave hot coffee, and then that leads to craving sugar…. lots and lots of sugar.

So I drank tea instead which I’m able to drink without adding sugar to it. However, it didn’t stop me from craving coffee all week long. Fortunately, I found a skinny pumpkin spice latte recipe that I’m tempted to try.


For now I’m just leaving coffee as a weekend treat. In fact I’m going to allow myself one today during my cheat day. Some people have triggers that cause them to go down an unhealthy path.  It might be cheese or chips for others, but for me it’s sugar coffee. Drinking coffee during school was what initially caused me to start packing on unwanted pounds.

Speaking of pounds when I stepped on the scale today I weighed in at 186.6.

I’m not quite sure how I feel about that. It’s not going to make or break me but it’s not as much as I thought I would lose since I was super diligent. At the same time I can fluctuate 5 pounds any given minute due to water weight so there’s no telling if this is an accurate reading. If it is accurate then it’s too far off for me to be able to reach my goal of 180 by next Friday… but we shall see 😉

How did your week go, do you feel like it was a success?

Hey Steve Wait For Me!

I don’t know about you but sometimes all of my domestic motivation goes away somewhere and I have no drive whatsoever to feed my family. On those days I would pretty much rather do anything other than cook dinner.

My domesticity has its limits, you see.  Just ask Brent who, years ago, made the mistake of asking me what I did all weekend while he was at work. When my response was laundry he snorted and said, “That’s not a lot of work. You could have done more.”

Guess who ended up washing his own undies… for a year?

That was early on in our marriage and he’s learned since then. I think it kind of scarred him because now he won’t tell me if I make a crappy dinner for fear of hurting my feelings… or having me go on strike again. (It could happen, you know.) So, I never know if he’s enjoying what I’ve made or not. That all changed the other night when I made Lighter Sesame Chicken.  I could tell that he was really enjoying it and Bridget liked it too even though there was broccoli in every bite. The best part was that it really wasn’t as much work as I thought it would be.


All of the chicken is coated in a tempura like batter that is actually made of egg whites and corn starch.  All of the chicken is fried in only 1 tablespoon of oil. Not bad! I served it over brown Jasmine rice which I have learned to cook ahead of time and keep on hand for dinners like this. I’ll also use it to make Bridget’s favorite breakfast…Papa’s Breakfast Rice.


My Grandpa used to make it for me when I would visit using white rice and cooking it with milk, cinnamon and sugar. The tradition has continued and my dad makes it for Bridget when we go back to Wichita Falls, TX. So when we miss my dad and get a little home sick I make her my healthier version. I just reheat the rice with almond milk, brown sugar (less than the Grandpa’s use), cinnamon and top it off with raisins and sliced almonds. My version of comfort food.

Anyway, not only have I forced myself to wear my apron and put dinner on the table all week but I’ve also been really active. My favorite time of the day to go out and play is right before sunset. I’ve been taking Penelope out on bike rides during this time and let the crickets and sprinklers serenade her until she’s ready for bed. As the breeze blows through my hair I can’t help but think about when I was a kid and practically lived on my bicycle.

The first time I learned how to ride my bike I felt like I had obtained a new super power. I remember practicing in an old school parking lot with my dad as two older boys walked by. I heard them talking about me as I sped by on my bike. When I looped around toward my dad I said, “Hey Dad, did you hear what they said?”

“What did they say?”

“They said… ‘Boy, that girl sure can speed!'”

Later on, my dad told me with a chuckle that he actually did hear what they said and it was more along the lines of “Hey Steve, wait for me!”

So, apparently my delusional over-confidence manifested early in life… that’s okay, it does leave me feeling like I have secret powers. For instance, while I did box jumps today I felt like I was a ninja landing gracefully on the weights stacked up to my waist.


I managed to clear 31 inches. I probably could have done more but then something humiliating happened…

I heard a resounding slap sound emit from my body. The left over hanging skin from my stomach somehow slapped against itself. Brent and my friend Amanda asked me what the noise was and my face turned red. You would have thought I farted or something. I told them I just popped. “What popped?” Shut up! It was My foopa, “Umm, my hip.”

That’s right, I lied… I stuck to my lie and continued to workout and cried about it later after I told Brent what really happened. But at the time I didn’t stop to let it bother me because I wasn’t done with my workout yet.


In fact, that’s what I keep on doing. Pushing through all of the things that bother me about myself. Picking at the things that I hate about my body doesn’t do anything but drag me down. It starts off innocent enough but before you know it you’re getting sucked into a whirlpool of low self-esteem. It’s so hard to get out of that cycle. So instead I’ll continue to focus on the aspects that make me proud. I’m strong. I’m agile. I’m flexible. And I’m healthy, finally… I’m healthy.

With that knowledge I keep pushing on. So tomorrow when I strip down naked to weigh myself in front of the mirror I’ll look past that empty pocket of flesh that used to hold a baby and instead focus my eyes  on the curve of my waist that is starting to make its girlish reappearance. I’ll look at my legs that are getting strong and lean. Then I’ll straighten my broad shoulders, look myself straight in the face, involuntarily pucker my lips out (it’s my go to mirror look) and fluff my hair.  I’ll look at my bright blue eyes and focus on the determination that is staring back at me. Because I’ve got this… foopa and all 😉