Week 2 Weigh-in

Well, if it isn’t one kid waking you up in the night it’s the other. Bridget woke up to blow her nose and took a detour to my room where she stood over me like a creeper until I woke up. I jumped when I saw her silhouette lingering over my bed.

“Sorry, I just had to blow my nose.”

“Okay”… (crickets) “Well, did you do it?”

“Yeah.”

“Then go to bed, silly!”

This little exchange took place at 4 a.m. I lied in bed for another thirty minutes but decided to just get up and have a cup of tea. But first I had to make sure that Penelope was still breathing since she didn’t make a peep last night.

I think Bridget actually woke up because she’s excited about showing of her new crazy hair to her friends at school today.

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She originally wanted bright red, but Amanda (see Operation Lululemon) convinced her to go with purple. I wanted her to get light blue like Gwen Stefani did back when we all discovered No Doubt. Ah, the memories of jumping on my bed and screaming “I’m Just a Girl” before taking off for a soccer game…

Okay, so maybe I was living vicariously.

Anyway, I’m stalling… I think I decided to get up at 4:30 because I was excited about weighing in. Did I seriously just say that?

You know how I do… I peed, got naked and jumped on the scale, (actually I wobbled because I was still sleepy) and it said 211.6.

Not too shabby!

That’s 3.2 pounds since last week.

I’m on a role. I’m not going to lie I was pretty nervous since I lost so much the first week. Which, for the record, was probably mostly water weight. This 3.2 pounds means more because it’s actually fat that is melting off of my body.

It’s now 5:30 and guess who just woke up…

How did you do? Let me know by posting in the comments section of this post. I can’t wait for those success stories to start trickling in!

Have a good day everyone 🙂

P.S. My new friend Carly has provided us a delicious option for dinner tonight Tangy Lemon Almond Chicken. I haven’t tried it yet but it sounds delish. You should check it out 🙂

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

Losing weight is hard because in order to be successful you really need to have your family on board. You would think that they would want you at your best but sometimes change is scary. Bridget has told me before that she didn’t want me to lose weight because she likes me squishy… flattering huh?

In the midst of all of this blogging I had a feeling everyone was feeling a bit neglected so I took a day off to spend some individual time with each of them. But first I had to log into my grad class and say a little hello.

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Penelope and Scout wanted me to say hello for them too.

Penelope is teething, has some sort of virus and has learned how to pull up (but not get down) so my morning was spenting bathing in drool and snot. Penelope likes to refer to this as “quality time”. I had promised Bridget that I would take her for an outing by ourselves sometime during her winter break so as soon as Brent got home from training people the two of us took off for the mall.

Bridget was so giddy to have me to herself! It was like a scene out of an 80’s movie. Click on the link, leave it open and come back to me to enjoy my lame attempt at a shopping montage.

Try not to get distracted by Cindy Lauper’s awesome street dancing like I did… where was I?

Oh yeah! The montage…

I’m hoping you can read and listen at the same time. (Pay attention to me! You can watch Cindy later.)

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We did all of the things at the mall that we never take time to do. Like, try on sunglasses and let weird guys at a lotion kiosk show us how much dead skin is on our hands. (It was gross.)

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We went to Lululemon and awkwardly stood outside and took pictures of it…

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and then dreamed about actually being able to fit into their clothes. Technically Bridget can fit into them, which kind of breaks my heart.

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But then she wanted to go to American Girl, even though she didn’t want to be seen going in because she’s too cool. This is her, “Oh no, she’s really going to take a picture of me” look. She’s in fifth grade, it’s so conflicting… kid? or tween? kid? or tween? We don’t know.

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A little bit of both maybe? She wanted to hold my hand while we walked, so I’m okay with whatever she decides. We were having so much fun but our montage wasn’t complete without a picture of us giggling together and dancing in public. Bridget was absolutely terrified when I suggested we ask a stranger to take a picture of us engaging those activities. I was this close.

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Then she got hungry so we got her a garlic pretzel dripping in butter. I took one bite and then suggested she eat it while we walked because it was getting to be pure torture. She wanted me to hold it while she was putting on her jacket and she caught me sniffing it.

“Mom! You can’t sniff people’s food! It’s creepy.”

She’s right.

It wasn’t long before we got a text from Brent saying that Penelope refused to take a nap and was screaming her head off so we cut the trip short and headed home.

I spent the rest of my afternoon at the dr’s office and continued to bath in her snot and drool while we waited a century to be called back.

I had made arrangements for Bridget to have a sleepover so that Brent and I could have some alone time. I wanted to make him a nice healthy dinner and have  a glass of wine but when it was all said and done we were both exhausted. He picked up a Papa Murphy’s delight pizza and I changed into something a little more comfortable… if you know what I mean 😉

Seriously, it was my comfy ratty nightgown that he hates (but feels so good to sleep in).

Needless to say, I didn’t workout. I took two rest days. But as I’m typing this I realize that I have to hurry up and get ready because I need to meet a friend at the gym in 15 minutes! GOTTA GO!

Fighting Shape

Today was a big deal.

It was the first time I’ve stepped foot back into Factory X Muay Thai since getting pregnant with Penelope. For those of you who don’t know, Muay Thai is a form of kickboxing. It’s actually the striking style many UFC fighters prefer. Factory X started out small (that’s when I started) but in recent years it has really made a name for itself. Most of the fighters at Factory X are actually trying to get into the UFC, if they haven’t already.

Me? That’s not why I like going. I just like the way it makes me feel, it’s kind of like having an alter ego. I mean, how many stay at home moms do you know spar with professional fighters? They basically, let me throw lame punches at them while they stealthily dodge it and thunk me in the forehead every once in a while. But that doesn’t take away from how tough I am!

This is something I’ve been wanting to do since I got pregnant and had to quit… and something I’ve avoided (even though I was dying to do it) because I was scared. I kept telling myself that I needed to get into better shape before going. That’s stupid, going is how you get into shape in the first place. Only recently did I realize that I just needed to put on my big girl panties and go.

I was so nervous about my first class back that I kept having to pee before it started. This was really inconvenient because you have to wrap your hands before you put your gloves on. I wasn’t nervous for long, because once class started I felt like I was home again. Marc and Jarah Montoya, are friends of the family and the atmosphere they create is so welcoming. The fighters welcomed me back and teased me for being gone for so long but all in all they were super supportive. Not once did I feel judged.

I’m not going to lie, it was HARD.  Marc had us doing circuits which means the class is meant to kick your bootay. It was obvious that I was out of shape because my brain would tell my body to move but my muscles just wouldn’t move fast enough. Despite that fact I felt great.

This is what I felt like…

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This is what I looked like…

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Pshh… same thing.

I’m really glad I wore that neon yellow because it’s so slimming. Let’s add some tight pants to the mix and everyone will be jealous.

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Can you tell by my self deprecating humor how uncomfortable I am with how I look in those pictures? Good, so long as we’re clear.

It sucks feeling that way but harping on it or worrying about what everyone thinks of you when you walk into a gym isn’t going to help the situation. Think about it, how many times have you looked at an over weight person in a gym and thought. “Eew, what are they doing here?” Never, hopefully, and if that’s not the case you can kindly leave my blog because once I’m flexible enough I’d be tempted to kick you in the head.

The reality is that rarely ever happens. To be honest I don’t look at people and search for flaws, my main concern is that I look good. I think this is how the majority of the population feels as well. If not, then they’ve got some issues they might want to sort out.

In other words, it’s their problem not yours. So if someone is an asshole to you at the gym feel sorry for them and carry on with your bad self.