Tuesday, February 21, 2012
I’m having withdrawal.
Look, I love my man. I did the whole, “I do!” thing and popped out five monster-sized (Oh, there’s no nice way to say it)...’leeches’. I know. I know. I get Mother of the Year AWARD, again.
It’s a gross and unmatronly description. However, they sucked the life right out of me! Literally. Like vampires.
We’ll go with vampires then. That’s cooler! You know with their Daddy being Canadian/Hungarian and that whole Bela Lugosi influence. Twighlight Saga did a weird thing with Vampire babies, but,
The point of my journaling in the wee wee hours of the morning is this...I FINALLY CAN!
Oh my gosh, the guy is a cutie.
[You may agree in your head, and only out loud if I have knighted you as a Family Member. I tell you this because I am very territorial. It’s brinks on the cusp of insanity. Count yourself blessed if I’ve never unleashed on you or felt the need to possess you and leash you. We’re all clear? Good. Escape while you can!!!]
Anyway, I’m glad he’s back to work. As all good housewives are when they’ve had their man home after rarely seeing him for days and little things astonish you.
***The Toilet paper debate...
***WHO is the bigger bed hog?...I won!
***How do I breathe without him?
***How am I going to breathe with him here ALL the time? I get trapped in the stinkin’ thinkin’ of, “We usually do things ‘this’ way...”
Dude was Home! Holy throw me off of my game, Batman!
1 - Water 8 cups Minimum.
2 - Calories 1600 Max.
I have a new goal weight of 150lbs. Wanna know a Diva’s Dream? I wanna wear cut off denim shorts with these boots or these sneakers THIS summer.
M*FAIL (over)...which works out because I tripled my exercise stuff so, it probably balanced.
3 - Exercise 10 minutes minimum.
This hula hoop is AWESOME! It’s tightening my tummy!! My dancing around to music while I do my chores helps my spirit in phenomenal ways.
M*CHECK! I’m working on a Brazilian Butt.
I did all of this week’s workout late at night. I prefer morning, but, WOW way to much audience here..especially with all the pelvic wiggling in this workout. I waited ALL day to work for a Brazillian Super Model’s Butt! Who wouldn’t want a Victoria Secret Model’s tight toosh?
YES...my husband loved me at 225lbs...and without makeup on, and in a brown paper bag, and blah, blah, blah, blah. That makes it tough to get my girly on. So, I had the conversation with him, “Dude, I appreciate you love the soft, curvy woman that loves you. I get that. However, it takes WORK to be healthy and if you don’t appreciate it. I’ll quit! So start appreciating and stop with minimizing my efforts saying how fabulous I was and that you loved me before.”
I won’t go into detail (Of which you would be thankful). However, suffice to say. I am appreciated.
4 - Sleep. I need a bedtime. 11:30 p.m.
I am a Night Owl. I’m being fruitin’ ridiculous thinkin’ I can just turn myself off like a lightswitch. In SO many aspects of my life. I’m not a machine. The man was also home so...Let’s just say, I gotta rethink this one.
(So far..bedtime 1:30..alarm set for 7:30)
5 - Walking 5k 2x's/wk. outdoor
I wonder if I should pick 3 days of the week that are just “the” days...
6 - B/Vlog for accountability daily.
S*welllll...I vlogged and F.Y.I. the lighting was fab in that vlog. Simply fab.