Update from the Scale

The evil, evil scale! Actually it’s not that evil, as long as I’m doing what I need to do.  I don’t always do that.

As of today I am down a total of 17.5 pounds since January 5th. I couldn’t be happier about that! Well I guess I would be happier if it were 18, or 23, or 30 pounds, but for now, today, I’m celebrating this great big 17.5!  2.5 more pounds and I get to treat myself to something. At first I was going to get my nails done, but now I’m kinda leaning towards a workout mat.

At 10 pounds I got myself these sweet pants:

C9 by Champion® Womens Mesh Athletic Pants - Assorted Colors.Opens in a new window

Target

I love the blue strip down the side, and they are so comfy! I have to roll the waste down on them because they are to big. Good thing they are drawstring!

 

So what should it be, mani/pedi or a workout mat. Or something else?

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Pin of the Week -1

I, like most people, probably spend more time with Pinterest than they do their families.  (That may, or may not be a bit of an exaggeration.)     So, I would like to share with you my favorite pin this week.

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In honor of the New Year, and the adorable little stick figures, go work out!

*Disclaimer: All my push-ups are done on my knees because I’m extremely wimpy.

Their Just…… Boys

I love how my boys love the outdoors. They are so active and their imaginations are perfectly wild! We went down to my sisters for Thanksgiving, and all they wanted to do was be outside.  I honestly have stopped telling them to not climb. It is a waste of my precious time and breath.  I’m sure this annoys other people to death.  Actually, I’m positive it does.  After dinner we took a short walk to the river, you know, to make room for dessert!  The boys were so happy. They could have skipped dessert if it meant staying there a little longer.  Running, jumping, climbing, exploring, inventing new characters to be. They just love it there. The English language doesn’t have the words fully express how much they enjoy their time outside…. especially when water in involved!  If they are anything like their father this love will follow them into adulthood.  I love to be out there too, but at the end of the day, I’m ready to return to my house and relax.  Not those three. They could pitch a tent and live happily ever after, out in the outdoors. It makes my heart happy to see them in their ‘natural habitat’.

Life

This job that I currently have is the first ‘real’  job I’ve had since before I got pregnant with Fred.  I left a really bad job before I got pregnant, and once I got two beautiful pink lines I knew I would always be home with my baby.  Then Bamcame alone and it was the same.   We went without a lot and things were tight, but I honestly didn’t care.  The alternative was not an option.  I took little side jobs to help out, babysitting, cleaning the nursery toys at church, and even a try at nursery director.  All of these things could be done with my babies next to me where they needed to be.

Well my Bam started kindergarten this year and it is full days, Monday through Friday. He loves his school and loves full days so that makes me happy. But as the school year approached I knew I needed to find a job.  As the school year has past by in a shockingly fast pace, I still love my job.  I love being out of the house, I love kissing my babies as they head off to school and then seeing their cute little faces as they  step off that massive bus every afternoon.  I’m also enjoying a little pay check once a month, I won’t deny that! 

BUT…. as the busy days pass I realize how much time I had to do my job here at home while I was an at home mom.  Laundry, dishes, floors, bedding, baseboards….. my house in general!   I hate the feeling I get when I walk into my house after work and see a sink full of breakfast dishes and a washer full of wet clothes* needing to be put in the drier.  It makes my heart sink and and my whole day goes into a slump.  I feel so guilty when the weekend comes around and I spend most of my time cleaning a weeks worth of nasty house while all I really want to be doing is being lazy with my guys after a long week.  It has gotten a lot better since school first started and I had NO schedule at all. I didn’t know which way I was going most times. But it’s just not the same as being here. My house was my job for 9 years. I was good at it and I loved doing it.  I just don’t have that attitude anymore and that just stinks. I really have no idea what do do about any of this, but I have been told that the first year back to work is the hardest so I’m holding on to that thought with everything I have. It’s all I’ve got to go on right now. That and Christmas Break is getting closer and closer. And I’ve realized I really miss my boys. I am counting the days til we can pretend for a week or two that things never changed and I’m still an at home mom with my little ones close by for whenever they need something.  No cares or harsh schedules.  Just one day at a time.   With a clean house!

 

This too shall pass…… right?

 

*Just so you know my washer has a delay on it so I can have the load of wash finish right as I’m getting home…. I don’t have wet clothes sitting in my machine all day…. ewww!!

Ranting

I know I don’t typically blog about political things, but I need to get this out, SOOO if you disagree, hit the back button on your computer.

I’ve been getting a few Facebook requests to join ‘End Homophobia Now’ and ‘1,000,000 Against Homophobia’. There are others about how horrible Prop 8 is and the list goes on.  But my issue is with the first two I mentioned. I have been called a homophobic many times before and it gets on my nerves more than anything else.  First I just want to point out what my good friend Webster has to say:

pho·bia  \ˈfō-bē-ə\ noun Etymology: -phobia : an exaggerated usually inexplicable and illogical fear of a particular object, class of objects, or situation

Did you catch that key word in there, FEAR.  That is what phobia means people. So to be a homophobic, I would in turn have to be fearful of homosexuals. Evidently in our society there is no distinction between fear and opposition.  Can I just say standing up for your morals and not agreeing with the act of homosexuality is not a fear issue.  I am so tired of people throwing around words and accusations to try to scare others into agreeing with them.  It takes a lot more guts to stand strong in what is right than to bow down before a weak and wicked bandwagon.  My rewards aren’t here on Earth with people I need to please or impress for today. It’s much bigger than that.