Remotivated

After slightly falling off the diet wagon this week, due to an unexpected trip to the ER with my two year old and the feeling of insane Mommy-guilt, I found a piece of motivation through a college roommate.

She posted some pics on Facebook of our old college days. One pic had me in a sparkly gold top with a teeny-weeny waist. The other one, which she emailed, had me looking like this:

Oh, to be 22 again... pre-baby... flat stomach, long legs, and the ability to show them off.

This came at a pretty good time, too. Our Lb4Lb Team (Pound For Pound... get it?...) is meeting with our personal trainer this afternoon. Now, instead of going in there and saying, ugh, sure I'll do those squats, sir, I'll be saying, HOOYAH, LET'S KICK SOME BUTT!!

Okay, maybe not. But at least I can say it in my head.

*For the record, this was at a Halloween party. I didn't dress like this all the time!

Random Tuesday Thoughts

People think I'm weird for immediately programming local emergency numbers in my cell phone as soon as we move, but it came in handy yesterday. LB took a ride in an ambulance, visited the ER, and had six stitches. Just four days before his second birthday, poor kid.

No matter what is stuck in a doorjamb (like a pinky finger), a toddler will manage to close the door all the way.

It's raining today. What am I going to do with two little babies on a rainy day?

I refuse to disclose my bra color on Facebook. C'mon ladies, do we really want to broadcast that over the internet?? I don't care if it's for breast cancer awareness- how about donating to the cause instead?

Also something I refuse: chain emails. If I get something about how I'm in your circle of trust or I'm an important person in your life, I won't resend it. Don't be offended- I just really hate chain emails. The thought is nice, though. Oh, but I will pass along something once in awhile if I deem it worthy.

Hmmm, still trying to decide on what to do today with two kiddos.

I'm a total pushover today. I just feel really bad reprimanding a toddler with a huge bandage on his hand. Especially since he learned how to say "boo boo", and it sounds so sweetly pitiful.

Stick a fork in me, I'm done.

I love my boys. I really do. They're adorable and funny and cute and so sweet. But I won't ever have any more children. EVER.

It's been ridiculous trying to reclaim my old body since having kids. I can't cough without feeling like I'm going to pee my pants. My pelvis hurts- I can't throw a sidekick or roundhouse kick without looking like a wimp. And the fact that I'm still wearing some maternity stuff bugs the hell outta me.

So, no more. I told Hubby if he ever wanted more kids, we'd adopt. Preferably one who's talking, potty-trained, and can make their own breakfast. Or maybe we'll just get a fish.

Right now, I'm watching LB mess around with a padlock, trying to figure it out, and JC kicking his feet under his jungle gym. They're so adorable, I just want to pick them both up and squeeze them. It almost makes me forget just how much of a beating my body has taken. Almost.

Sweatfest 2010

I tried hot yoga tonight, just to see what the class was like and if I like it.

I.

LOVED.

IT.

Definitely going back! It totally kicked my a$$. I knew the poses from other yoga classes, but it was in a really hot room, and there were a few variations that we did. I learned a lot about what to work on personally, namely trying to work out sciatic pain (thank you, pregnancy) and working on my abs. Doing a sit-up was downright brutal. And the sweat... oh man... I can't remember when I had sweat so much. My clothes were drenched, like I had jumped in a pool, and even my ankles were sweating. Totally awesome.

I wish I could seriously enjoy it, though. I'm always thinking about what I have to do when I get home, because there's so much. Like tonight, I came home at 8pm. LB's bedtime is around 7 or 7:30, but he was fully dressed and watching tv with Hubby. *sigh* The kitchen needed to be cleaned, the dishes washed, and the toys picked up. I decided to forgo the bath and just put LB in pjs. It's not necessarily hard all the time, just time-consuming. I often feel like I don't have time to myself.

Which is why I love that the yoga class is an hour and a half. :) Sweeeeeeeet.

Random Tuesday Thoughts

I admit it, I'm a blog stalker. Through a friend of a friend, I found this Random Tuesday Thoughts stuff. I'd been reading them for awhile, and thought "gee, I'd like to do that one day." Well, it's a new year, and carpe diem, and whatnot... so here's my first installation. I have a feeling this may be a regular fixture- I'm full of random thoughts.

Quick grammar lesson- "affect" is a verb, "effect" is a noun. Here's an example: Smoking affects your lungs, thus the effect is lung cancer. See? Now if you mess this up, stop being a dumbass. You stand corrected.

Is 20 months old too early to stop taking naps?? I know Mommy for sure doesn't think so.

Why do most electronic kid toys have to be so damn annoying? Especially when the kid presses a button repeatedly without letting the song continue... I've heard "Hi, I'm the-" about a million times in the past ten seconds. Maybe this is why Hubby has decided to remove all batteries from the house.

Shoot, had a plan to go to the post office, grocery store, Target, and the park. It's 1:40pm... where'd the day go?

LB learned that he can sing, too, so now he sings along to everything. It's really cute. He especially likes singing along to Elmo's "Yada dah dah" on Elmo's World. And he loves the alphabet.

It's really quiet without the dog around. He used to alert me by barking whenever someone came down the driveway. Just yesterday, Hubby came home and I didn't know it until he surprised the crap outta me.

I have a Jersey Shore addiction. The show sucks, the people suck, but for some reason, I can't stop watching it. And Biggest Loser is on tonight. Hmmm, maybe I should trade in sitting on my a$$ while watching tv for something more conducive to weight loss...

First weigh in

Today was the first weigh in for the Pound for Pound challenge. :/ I figured about my weight- it was 162. Pretty much what I expected. Didn't expect the body fat percentage to be what it was! Surprising... in a bad way.

So I immediately hit the cardio room and did twenty minutes of abs. It felt good. I wanted to quit after 40 minutes, but I pushed through the last twenty. My abs were on fire doing the exercises, but I didn't stop. It was tough, but it was necessary.

God, I hate feeling so out of shape. I feel like a lump of mashed potatoes.

PS- Not disclosing my BMI or body fat percentage. Sorry. Telling the whole world my weight is embarassing enough! :)

The new year... and a new me?

I took the 1st off from the gym, considering I was super sore from a "Body Combat" (aka, kickboxing) class on NYE. But today I went back determined to make it count. The plan was to run until I couldn't run... which was about 10 minutes. Pitiful. I did the exercise bike for the next 50 minutes, and considering my heart rate was already up, I think I got a good workout from it.

Boy do I need it. Hubby and I were watching old videos from our camcorder, and one was the karate tournament I was in a few years back. I was a size 6, blue belt, and felt like I was in incredible shape. I want that back. I want to feel like I can do anything and wear anything, and just generally be satisfied with the way I look. The past few years of popping out kids has changed me so much that I don't really recognized the pot-bellied, muffin-top, unmuscular reflection in the mirror. Depressing.

So I joined this competition at the gym. I like competitions. I like to win. I'm pretty sure this will be good for my motivation. It's called the Pound for Pound Challenge. I'm in a team of four other people, and for every pound lost, the club donates a dollar to charity. Plus, the winners get free stuff, which is always good! But the best part is that this is a three month long competition, which means if I truly give it my all, I could potentially look more like my former self just in time for my 30th birthday. That would be sweet- turning 30 isn't depressing... unless you have the body of a 50 year old. :P

So Monday starts my quest (officially. I've already started unofficially). I'll be weighing in at the gym that afternoon- very Big Loser-ish. My plan is to get some cardio in as much as possible, every day if I can, and lift weights three or four times a week. My diet took a little dip this holiday season. I didn't put on weight, but I didn't lose any either. I'm going to have to watch my food intake a little more.

I also want to cut my hair, but I have no idea what hairstyle I'd like. I want something low-maintenance, considering I don't have time every day to straighten it or anything. I'm open to suggestions, but don't be offended if I don't take them- I'm really, really, really picky about the length of my hair.

I also need to get my ass to the eye doctor. Haven't been since 2003, yikes. Not good for someone who's legally blind, ha. I'd like contacts, because I hate my glasses getting bent by babies and toddlers smacking me in the face. Plus, I hate how these frames look on me.

So those three things are something I'd like to work on: getting a new hairstyle, getting contacts again, and (most importantly) getting back into shape.