Wednesday, November 4, 2009

My 5 o'clock shadow.


No I'm not developing a beard, although once in a while my tweezers would beg to differ. I am referring to the time of day when my motivation and body seems to just shut down.
It is, of course, the busiest time of the day for me, homework, dinner, quickly cleaning so as to make it appear I've been busy ALL day :) Yet my inner motivator (dressed in a striped, lycra, unitard and Reebok high tops) seems to have clocked off for the night. Maybe it's my 240 mg of caffeine I devour during the day that's worn off. I can't figure it out but it's like clockwork.
Any suggestions?

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

You can take fry's away but....


you can't stop me loving the spuds!!

Monday, November 2, 2009

My Silent Journey Back.

It seems when we embark on something new or hard we are all excited and enthusiastic, only to find that when we meet a hiccup or road block, we quit and shy away with our tail between our legs. We feel like a failure and stop believing we can achieve things.
We know people are watching and feel embarrassed, somehow accountable to them.
I believe the journey is full of hills and bumps and the warrior is the one who gets back on the road, silently ploughing through the roadblocks.
Today I feel like that warrior, moving forward, slowly, not shouting but with head down and collar up.
I WILL MAKE IT through this journey, with only me on my side and in my shoes and will listen for the voice that constantly, but so quietly, whispers to me, "yes you can!" and I will believe him, because HE knows me.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Dance like no one is watching.

Today was my first day back at the gym. I know with my new rock hard abs you would wonder why I would choose that as my first priority after getting my kids back in school (hallelujah 13 weeks of summer...too long) but I'm afraid 5 weeks of sitting on butt, bored and consoling self with godiva's dark chocolate with orange pieces in, takes it's toll on say, batwings, cheeks, legs and butt tocks (said with Forest Gump accent, cool movie, watched it last night)
So I went for my favorite class, DANCE JAM and seriously, this is the coolest class ever. In a room with 30+ ladies, surrounded by mirrors yet we shake it and roll it and dance like we are the finalist of so you think you can dance, cos we ALL do. THINK we can, HA HA. More than half the class is over 35 and we jam to everything, anything.
I love it.
I can wear a head band and spandex if I choose. Luckily I don't choose.

There's no rules no judgment and everyone leaves happy and uplifted and yes we have done the flash dance fast knee with train arms thing :)see I know technical names.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Mummy Makeover.

Well you asked for it.
After many years of desire and selling my harley, I chose B and It has been 3 weeks.
Sorry no pictures on this blog :)
I have several friends who have done this. I say friends because when some associate from your ward or gym is willing to flash you there stuff on request, I think it makes us friends. Be warned, ladies with new perky boobs will often show you there stuff even when you don't ask or just have them on full display at the local pool behind a small piece of fabric and string. You know you've mumbled about there fake Knockers but really would love to buy a swimsuit based on it's cuteness rather than it's ability to hold up the girls. I digress.
So I researched different docs, each with there specialty. I looked at many before and after pics ( shocking and gross but comforting to know I am not alone in the before, horror shot.) I was concerned with recommendation, experience, manner, pictures, after care, pain management and generally how I felt. Not so concerned with cost since they were all close.
I was surprised how different each place was despite the procedure being similar.
My biggest fear was pain. I would've done this years ago but since I had heard descriptions like "I begged my husband to shoot me in the face to put me out of my misery!" I was pretty apprehensive. Dr Bishop had me at "you will have a pain pump flowing a constant anaesthetic to the area for 5 days :)" SOLD!!!!
I also chose him cos on one of before mentioned flashing's, I observed that his experience with stitching hands meant his scars were virtually invisible.

So I paid my money and waited a month for the big day. I didn't mention it to hardly anyone because I thought if even a slight doubt was placed in front of me I would've bailed.
So why am I telling of my secret now? Actually, I am just relieved and impressed to report it wasn't as bad as I imagined. I had the surgery AM,it took 5 hours and by evening time I was standing and into a chair, where I stayed over night in a really nice facility at the riverwoods. I had one on one nurses care and plenty of morphine. I was smiling on my way out of there just 24 hours later.


I spent the first few days asleep in a recliner thanks to drugs and my sweet hubby taking care of everything and by day 5 I was returning to the docs for my first check and dreaded drain and pump removal.
It turned out the pain drugs had worn off and I had already gone past the worst so at this point Ibuprofen was all I needed. Yes on day 5!
The removal of pumps however was a definite gag me moment.
You know when your at the "bugs life" 4D show in Disney and the slug runs under your butt...well imagine felling it pulled right across your body under the skin. Nuf said.
So from there on it's, try to stand up straight, don't cough or sneeze, lower back ache from being bent over. Cabin fever, totally rubbish TV and a house that looks in need of a Mum even though sweet hubby has busted a gut to keep on top of stuff.

Was it worth it? Honestly it's too early to say. My inability to work out has left me a bit negative, I rely on that for my happy feelings. The scar itself is a bit lumpy and unsightly as expected but I still have stretch marks above it so it's not like I'm clean and clear after all this. My skin above the incision is numb and feels thick like a whale when I touch it, they say that feeling will return.To top it off I haven't had a good nights sleep since I stopped the big drugs.
Ask me in 3 weeks and I'm sure I will be all better.

On a plus side, my boobs look blooming fantastic, like a teenager! I'll show you if you like :) KIDDING!!

Thursday, August 20, 2009

To tell or NOT to tell.....

That is the question?
So I wonder how many people read this blog anyway but I have seriously considered this next post.
The Mummy Makeover! You know what I'm talking about. The extreme kind where you try to get your body back to it's pre- mummy state.
It's something I have considered for years. My very first baby left me with stretch marks from naval to hoo ha, a 3 inch roll of skin over my belt and boobs I could've tied in a bow (sorry to shatter any illusions of me)and so here I am 18 years and 3 babies later. My options are:
A) Refill said skin and boob sacks with all kinds of nummy fat food (trust me I've tried this option, one big mac in each bra.
B) Visit an experienced, well trained and sometimes a bit excentric doctor to take care of it.
Which would you choose?
So after diet, excersice and much thought,I'm ready to tell the tale if anyone's interested.

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Thank you subway.


There are so many choices for "fast food" out there and even with the best intentions, a "FAT addict" will struggle with every drive thru window.
Sometimes we just have to grab on the run and so I need to give a shout out to subway for there "kids fit pack"
4 inch turkey sub on wheat, no cheese, loaded with veggies, only salt and pepper maybe some spicy mustard.
Then get apples and some baked lays (southwest ranch are yummy)
and low fat milk or water.
Around $4 not too shabby. A nice balance, not too much bread.
This picture is my at home lunch rendition.