Okay so if you look to the right you'll see My Stats. Yeah for me! I lost 5.5lbs since last week. Great!!! But I don't understand how my body fat percentage didn't go down. My BMI went down a whole lot and now I am at the threshold of being out of the obese I category. So I'm super excited about that. But the body fat percentage is getting to me. I noticed I also didn't lose a lot of inches, but I wonder if that may be due in part to the slight bloating I got going on thanks to Ms.Thang. Hmm? I don't know. But I'm also super proud of myself because I worked out twice a day every day this week because I knew she was coming to visit and I was determined not to let her get the best of me. So ha ha, TAKE THAT Ms. Thang!!!
Oh and I forgot the most important thing! I am finally OUT of the 190s!!!! FINALLY!
Friday, March 13, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Not Today Ms. Thang, Not Today!
That's right chile! Not today! You think you are so slick, trying to creep up on me. Chile please! I wasn't born yesterday. I'm hip to your game and I know your name. Trying to psych me out with some weight gain. Heifer, I don't think so. Trying to lure me into temptation of a threesome with Otis Spunkmeyer and Ben and Jerry. You must think my name is boo boo the fool! But like I said not today Ms. Thang, not today! I've been dealing with your bitter ass since I was 11 years old. Mmm hmm, every 28 days. So I know what's up. I know the game you trying to play on me. But I got you this time. I bet you wasn't expecting me to not eat anything salty and workout twice a day so I can defeat your bloating techniques. And you just knew I was going to reach for my old friends Otis, Ben, and Jerry. But, ha ha you were wrong. I'm rolling with new friends now. Named Chiquita, Granny Smith, and some chick who just goes by Sun Maid. So stop hating! You are not bringing me down this month. Oh no, I am not having your bull this month. So come on bring it! I'm ready. Ready to knock you back on your ass! Hmmph! Trying to mess with me, you must be crazy!
Monday, March 9, 2009
March for Babies 2009
Okay quick, everybody look to the right of their screen. Now scroll down a little bit. Keep strolling...STOP! See that cute little boy in the purple frame? Click it. Now wait for the page to load...step away from the computer...go grab your wallets...come sit back down...open your wallet...pull out your credit card...and click donate.
Great job! You've now sponsored me for March for Babies 09. A fundraising walk that funds research to fight premature births. Don't you feel so proud? I know I'm proud of you!
Wait...what? You can't afford to donate right now? Not even a dollar? Every one has a dollar! You can find that in between your sofa cushions and husband's dirty laundry because we all know men forget to empty their pockets before they put their clothes in the hamper (if they even manage to not to just leave their clothes on the floor next to the hamper). Come on, you know you want to. Yes, I'm totally resorting to guilting you :D Come on, it's for the babies
Great job! You've now sponsored me for March for Babies 09. A fundraising walk that funds research to fight premature births. Don't you feel so proud? I know I'm proud of you!
Wait...what? You can't afford to donate right now? Not even a dollar? Every one has a dollar! You can find that in between your sofa cushions and husband's dirty laundry because we all know men forget to empty their pockets before they put their clothes in the hamper (if they even manage to not to just leave their clothes on the floor next to the hamper). Come on, you know you want to. Yes, I'm totally resorting to guilting you :D Come on, it's for the babies
My Personal Trainer
So who needs to hire a personal trainer when you have an almost 5 year old who will gladly whip your butt into shape? Correction whip your "big butt" into shape. There are few things in life I'm not open to trying. I think I'm pretty adventurous. Okay wait, here I am lying again. I'm not that adventurous. Just mildly adventurous as long as it doesn't involve needles, sex with strangers (or anyone who isn't my husband), bridges, and a bunch of other things listed on my "Oh Hell Naw" list. So anyway, one thing I am gladly adding to the list is taking my soon to be 5 but I really think he's going on 15 son into the dressing room with me. Last Tuesday, I got a call back for a job interview. No, no, don't get excited...the job blows. So, here I am on Tuesday looking for a suit for the interview. Since I'm not fond of leaving my children outside to fend for themselves against perverts and other losers I bring them into the dressing room with me. Now my 4 1/2 month old is just precious. He's sleeping his little heart out in the stroller. But my soon to be 5 year old? Nope. Wide awake and ready to make mommy feel good about her body. "Mommy, your butt is blocking my head in the mirror" "I don't think those pants fit they look like they are hurting" "I can't see cause your booty is taking up all the room" "How come you got all those lines on your stomach? They look like tiger stripes. Are you a tiger? Are you sure?" "Your booty looks like it's eating those pants" Gee thanks son! You make mommy so proud. And of course you made the lady is the next dressing room snort with laughter.
But oh it doesn't end there. Tuesday, I forgot to workout because I was so nervous about the interview on Wednesday. So Wednesday gets here and I go on my interview and yadda yadda yadda. I get back home and after talking with the hubster, I decide to go workout. I'm in the middle of my workout when my little terror, oops, I meant my soon to be 5 year old comes in and says "Hey! You didn't work out with Billy yesterday so you need to do extra today." I pretend not to hear him and keep working. So I finish the tape and start working on my abs when he starts yelling at me to "feel the burn" and to "push it" and my personal favorite "a minute of the chips is a lifetime on the hips". What made it worse it while I was doing my pushups he thought it appropriate to sit on my back! And wouldn't get off until I had counted out five. Who in the hell was this child? Surely, not my little guy? I ended up getting one hell of a workout thanks to him and his stubborn attitude. And to top it all off once we finished he said "great job mommy, you're doing great, but you're butt is still big." LOL, kids
But oh it doesn't end there. Tuesday, I forgot to workout because I was so nervous about the interview on Wednesday. So Wednesday gets here and I go on my interview and yadda yadda yadda. I get back home and after talking with the hubster, I decide to go workout. I'm in the middle of my workout when my little terror, oops, I meant my soon to be 5 year old comes in and says "Hey! You didn't work out with Billy yesterday so you need to do extra today." I pretend not to hear him and keep working. So I finish the tape and start working on my abs when he starts yelling at me to "feel the burn" and to "push it" and my personal favorite "a minute of the chips is a lifetime on the hips". What made it worse it while I was doing my pushups he thought it appropriate to sit on my back! And wouldn't get off until I had counted out five. Who in the hell was this child? Surely, not my little guy? I ended up getting one hell of a workout thanks to him and his stubborn attitude. And to top it all off once we finished he said "great job mommy, you're doing great, but you're butt is still big." LOL, kids
Monday, March 2, 2009
FIRE!!!!!!
Okay, so yes I know that one isn't supposed to yell "Fire!". Unless there is an actual fire. But, there are two things you should know. First, that rule applies to crowded places. Currently, it's only two of my boys and me at home. Secondly, this is my house so I can yell whatever I want, lol. So nana nana boo boo to you. ;-) Fire is exactly what I screamed out after doing my abs workout. It was so damn intense. And it was only 10 minutes long! I know! But me being a glutton for pain and really wanting to have super sexy abs, I'm going to do it again later today. As much as I hate working my abs, I absolutely love it at the same time.
Now of course I want those "drop dead gorgeous wear a stomach bearing shirt every day" abs, but my true motivation is just strengthening my core. The core is where all the magic happens so I need to keep it together. Plus, I don't want to mess around and get hurt again. Back in Fall of 2007, I sprained my lower back doing some questionable activities, lol. So my physical therapist explained it was all in part due to my weak core muscles. At the time, I had only 2 sons, but those two c-sections I had had weakened my core muscles. And, my back muscles were trying to compensate for that weak spot. So I ended up spraining my lower back and that shit was so not cool. It hurt like hell. So he taught me some exercises to strength my core and alleviate back pain.
So now that I have 3 boys, hence having had 3 c-sections now. It's best for me to start working on strengthening my core muscles again so I don't have any repeats of Fall '07. But damn if it doesn't burn. It literally felt like someone had lit a match and thrown it on top of my core muscles. I was feeling the burn!
Now of course I want those "drop dead gorgeous wear a stomach bearing shirt every day" abs, but my true motivation is just strengthening my core. The core is where all the magic happens so I need to keep it together. Plus, I don't want to mess around and get hurt again. Back in Fall of 2007, I sprained my lower back doing some questionable activities, lol. So my physical therapist explained it was all in part due to my weak core muscles. At the time, I had only 2 sons, but those two c-sections I had had weakened my core muscles. And, my back muscles were trying to compensate for that weak spot. So I ended up spraining my lower back and that shit was so not cool. It hurt like hell. So he taught me some exercises to strength my core and alleviate back pain.
So now that I have 3 boys, hence having had 3 c-sections now. It's best for me to start working on strengthening my core muscles again so I don't have any repeats of Fall '07. But damn if it doesn't burn. It literally felt like someone had lit a match and thrown it on top of my core muscles. I was feeling the burn!
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