I'm a Hero to a Special Needs Dog, Blisters=Ninja Moves, & Eye of the Tiger::.

Okay, hey! So I didn't make posting a daily deal like I thought I might, but I'm here now! And what a week it has been. I'm so bleeping proud of myself! Seriously, I kicked ass this week. I ran/jogged/walked/crawled/cried 4 days this week. There were moments that I thought I was seriously going to die (and some moments I wished I would), but I did at least 3 miles 2 of those 4 days, 2 miles the first day and FOUR miles the last day. I rubbed a freakin blister on my foot; ya, that's how hard I worked. Aside from the running/walking, I did weight training, crunches and squats those four nights with some light yoga. I was a nazi with my food portions and calories, too. I seriously did awesome. I know I've said that, but I'm shocked--and proud, but mostly shocked.

I lost a little over 3lbs this week. I didn't get a picture of my restarting weight, but it was 164.something.This week:

I weighed in at 161.8. I don't know why I bothered putting this worthless picture up, but here ya  go--I'm playing by the rules and all that. I took it with my phone and it just didn't work out all that well.

So anyways, I'm feeling like an ugly stripper who just found a blind sugar daddy! Because, folks, let me tell you---I worked muther-spanking-hard for those lbs. Fighting through my fear of snakes and my neighbor's ignorant SEVEN dogs was challenging alone. I don't do snakes and I don't do big, stupid dogs--especially when you're running, they take that as an invite to chase you. That's not my thing. I would run the highway, which would be TONS easier, but that goes back to the whole fear of being kidnapped, tortured, used as a sex slave, and murdered. It happens. Don't you people watch John Walsh on Saturday nights? Knowledge is power, geesh. So I'll stick to our acreage perimeter with man-eating snakes and the pack of Cujos.

Oh and after almost 3 years of living here, I met another neighbor. 3 down, 2 to go. I was running, and I came to the corner of our property that is pretty much right across from his mailbox. He happened to be there getting his mail. I had to say hi--I didn't want to be that bitch. Of course, he wanted to chat. (Awesome.) So I ran across the road to introduce myself. He's an older gentlemen named Tony, with a very strong Italian accent. I would bet my left boob he's mafia. We have a lot of that around here. They hide out in the sticks from Kansas City and St. Louis. No, I'm not crazy-- this shit is real, people. Anyways, he asked me a million questions (typical mafia) and was pretty nice. I think I passed the test, and I don't anticipate a visit from Vinny and Frankie anytime soon. My dog felt he needed to protect me and ran out in front of a speeding jeep to get to me. I literally had to step in the way to put my hands up to stop the jeep for the challenged bag of fur to laddee-flippin-daaa acrossed the road. Sometimes, I swear Sammy has brain damage. Like maybe his mom sat on his head and he's slow due to oxygen deprivation?? Anyways, I'm now a crazy dog lady to the mafia man. I don't see any dinner parties happening anytime soon.

Alright, so new goals in sight:

1. MORE WATER--I just don't do tap water. Gross. I have a well, but my water is hard (that's what she said.), and the government poisons bottled water--which leaves me with my favorite kitchen item. My Britta water pitcher. I love that thing. I just can't keep it filled. So that slows up the intake. I'm working on not being a lazy whore and refilling it every time I fill up my gigantic glass. I'm a work in progress.

2. 5 DAYS OF EXERCISE--I have 2 midterms this week, so this might be tough, but we shall see how strong my will is.

3. DO THE GROCERY SHOPPING MYSELF THIS WEEK. I have a billion things I have to do, so The Husband usually does the grocery shopping. He gets what's on my list, but also comes back with extra shit that has no business being in a dieter's house. Jerk. I didn't really have a problem with temptation, but I know it could come. I don't want to screw this up. We have family photos in 2 weeks.

4. ZUMBA. I bought the Zumba game/workout/whatever for the Wii. I have heard awesome things about it, but haven't tried it yet. I hope to start my mornings this way 5, if not 7 days this week. What have you heard about it? Have you tried it?

What are you guys doing to mix it up? Struggles? Successes? Do share!

Go check out the other fattys in the Weigh-In Monday Challenge or whatever Sara calls it. ;)

That's, that. I do have more to talk about, so I REALLY hope I pull 15 minutes out of my ass somehow tomorrow! Good night all, and best of luck to my herd! I hope you all are doing great! By the way, if you want to be cool like us, you can join too...Just let Sara know so she can link you up, yo. Mooooo.

OH! I almost forgot: I want to do a work-out play-list. I need song suggestions....go!

So I've been super productive this week. I've cleaned closets, walls, under couches and other furniture, the kids' rooms are clean--which REALLY needed done. My room is next and actually it's the worst room in the house--it's the catch all room so I have various crap in there. But I'll get to it. My laundry is a massing heap right now too--ughh. The more I write about it, the more I realize I have a shit-ton to do. Let's just not talk about it, ok?

Hmmm..I've worked my ass off this week for the weight loss challange over at Sara's blog (yes, I am pimping her out.). So I'm really hoping to see it on the scale this week. The kids and I have been playing Just Dance like crazy people and I've gotten a lot of stripper video work-outs in. My legs have been so sore, but I'm loving it. I'm just feeling pretty good about life right now.

Work has really picked up-- which is great, because WE NEED THE MONEY. Bad. This year, damnit, I will not be a spening whore and I will save for winter. That's the only thing about having a seasonal business that sucks--little to no income in the off-season. But we will make it--I was just logging properties to better systematize myself (yay for organization) and we've picked up 15-20 new properties through the off-season and March is looking INSANE! I'm excited! I will be turning into that busy summer me very soon. The one that will probably blog even less than I do now. If that's even  possible. 

Today, The Sister is coming over for pedicures and bbq lunch! It's been awhile :)

I hope everyone has a great week!

Post Slacker, Breathing, Choppy & Weird--Oh! & Week 4&5::.

I had this big long rant about why my parents hate me and blah blah blah.....I'll still struggle at the fact that I don't have those parents--the ones that think you're incredible, want you to succeed and want to be around you. It's ok. They don't know what they're missing-- all because they still deem me as that angry teenager they created with their arguing and yelling. I'm not that. She's dead. She was tough to handle, but I killed her. I'm me--funny, energetic, caring, intelligent, knowledge seeking, adventurous, crafty, loving, fucking awesome--and I love me. I'm happy. I have two incredible kids (and I tell them that EVERY DAY) and one overly fantastic husband---who thinks I'm pretty amazing, and smart and funny. I don't need anything else, from anyone else. Boom.

Okay, the weigh-in Monday--ya, I've been slacking on my posts. Any posts for that matter. It's been a crazy couple of weeks and I'm getting it back together. Seriously. I've been taking care of my home again--and I know that sounds weird. Yes, I clean--sorta, but lately I've been doing the bare minimum, and that's not me, yo. I like order and I've been missing it for way too long. So I started cleaning up all sorts of areas in my life. And I've been cooking like crazy. I wish I could say "cooking again" but I can't. I've never really done much cooking, but lately I've taken more initiative in doing so and guess what? I kinda rock at it. Which makes the whole weight loss challenge sorta tough.

Now, before my leader abandons me too, I must post my fatass stats for last week and the week before. I'm behind and you can give me spankings--hold the whip cream, I'm on a diet. I had A LOT (understatement times 5 billion) of stress last week. I won't go into it, because I'm leaving it behind, but basically it has been the worst week of my life. Well, Jonny and my Memaw passing tops that chart but you know what I mean...it sucked, ok? But I did get lots of walks in. Haven and I have been taking walks just her and I. Which is super awesome, because it gives us a chance to girl talk it up. She's so funny and I'm just in love with our new ritual. I also went to a concert 2 Wednesdays ago (I'm behind, remember?)---and concert me?? That bitch is a moving, dancing, crazy seizure patient. So, ya...lots of cardio there. I also got LOTS of cardio that Friday night---we'll call it cardio boxing and not a bar fight--because it wasn't ;) To counter all that, I'm bloated from female duty, but I know I didn't do terrible, so I'm not putting down progress.

Monday 2/22/11:

My camera also took a beer and tequila bath on said Friday, so the lens wasn't really doing it's thing for this picture. (and i still need batteries for the damn scale.) I did salvage it with q-tips and rubbing alcohol though, so it's working semi-normally now. If you don't have super human eyes and can't read this, it says 154.6, which is up 2 oz from last weigh-in. So semi-boo to that. BUT I know my body and a lot of this is bloat. PMS and stress bloat. Because it can't be the ice cream. Nope. I unhooked that shit from my veins and now ingest it like a normal person.

This past Monday, yesterday the 28th--I weighed in at the same. I didn't see a point in snapping another photo. I didn't gain, so yay. I thought I would lose at least a pound--I've been attacking the wii, we road bikes at the park Sunday, and Haven and I got a few walks in. Oh well. This week I've been REALLY focusing on stress relief. Because. I. Need. It. Lately, especially. No excuses though, and next week this number will be different--in a lower kind of a way. It's going to be beautiful this week, so my plan is to move as much as possible. I have that slutty stripper dance cardio dvd--being slutty and exercise?? Sore. So I'm going to hit that 2-3 times this week. I have my shake weight. It's dusted off and I've been using that, too. And the Wii. The wii is my friend this week. AND the kids get to play with me while I jiggle--double score. Work is picking up, and fast! So there's more movement. Sweet. This week should be my week. We shall see....


I wrote half of this a week ago, and half now--so if it's choppy and weird, that's why. Or I'm just choppy and weird. Who knows?

Where Have I Been?

I've been failing in the posting department. Reason being? I've got a new addiction.

The story: I sent The Husband to Wal-Mart for gender duty devices (aka tampons) and kids' shampoo... he comes back with a Wii. I've been wanting one for awhile, so no real complaints here. Except that we're trying to save money. Christmas? House payment? Electric? Ha. His defense? Get a load of this, it gets good.. "YOU came up with the idea that either of us can make minor purchases without consulting the other if the total is under 200.00." A Wii?? $199.00. Nice moves, Husband. Nice moves. He used the rule I created to enable my shopping addiction. He's clever--one of the million reasons I love him so much.

So the Wii is pretty cool... I'm sure you all know that by now...us though--we are a little behind. Ya, we've played at friends houses, but the whole ownership thing--it's new. He bought the Mario anniversary addition so it and the sticks are red and it came with Super Mario. Right now, we are addicted to boxing and Mario. As soon as the kids are in bed we play. We've stayed up til almost 2am every night as Mario and Luigi taking on fireballs, turtles and weird little I don't know what the fucks. I suck. I die constantly. I'm a terrible partner. Sometimes it's easier to get through an obstacle just leaving me in the bubble. Haha! Does anyone know what I'm talking about? Anyways, I'm getting better! Weird, I used to rock the old school Nintendo Mario. You know what I'm talking about--with Duck Hunt on the B side! That. That's some sweet stuff. So anyways, the Wii has been taking my blogging time. I'll get it in check. ;)

Haven is a bowling and tennis champ. She kicks butt every time. We don't have to let her win so she doesn't break out into dramatic effect...she actually wins. We suck, but she's awesome. She runs at the tv and flings the wii stick so hard--every time I hold my breath waiting for her hand to go through the screen. "Haven baaaaack up!" has become apart of my daily vocabulary. Ashton rocks the baseball. He doesn't play long...he's usually happy playing with his action figures (Ironman holla!) and cheering us on. So all in all, the wii has been a positive addition to our family.

I was hoping to have pictures to accompany this post, but I fail. Oh well, use your *imaginations!*