Monthly Archives: July 2012

So Long Chubby!


So I have 17lbs of pure fat to lose from my pregnancy. I use the “from my pregnancy” part loosely since I’ve actually already lost that true “baby weight.”  What I have left is the poundage I acquired in addition to “baby weight” during my pregnancy.  So I’ve begun this journey to get my body back to where it was before.

Things I’ve done thus far:

Went to the gym TWICE….about 6 weeks ago.

Did Couch to 5K with the bald man for 2 days.

Worked out using XBox Kinect 3 days.

And so far NO RESULTS, geesh what’s a girl got to do?!

Okay so since carving workout time into my schedule isn’t working, I’ve decided I need to watch my diet.

I added the My Fitness Pal app and I love it. I even added my sisters and a couple friends so we can be accountable to each other’s daily food diaries. I have learned some things since starting the app:

1. The Republic Burger, which isn’t even that big, is 1400 calories!  Too bad I was already eating when the waiter finally found out how many calories it was.

2. That one chocolate long john is 250 calories, AND that if you are brave enough to post that doughnut on your diary for all to see then you should definitely reward yourself with two more that you don’t have to post. 🙂

3. I have NO will-power other than to not keep bad foods in the house.

4. When the bald man brings bad foods into the house as a sweet gesture, I also have NO will-power to not eat them morning, noon and night.

5. Lemon meringue pie is actually NOT a filling breakfast.

6. However, ice cream with toppings actually is.

7. I can spy on what my sisters eat and I know that my baby sister had 4 margaritas for “dinner” the other night.

8. I know that my older-younger sister eats a lot of strawberries and almond milk.

All this has made me realize how TERRIBLE my eating habits are and that I need to make some changes.  I started this week by buying Kashi cereal and some almond milk.

The cereal didn’t taste bad, but it’s definitely not something I look forward to eating.

The almond milk is pretty much a no-go.  It’s not because it tastes bad either…it’s that I don’t understand it.  I’ve had milk plenty in my life and I have been known to snack on almonds from time to time as well.  So riddle me this….why is the almond milk slimy?  AND, why does it not soak into the cereal?  That doesn’t seem right at all!

I poured my bowl of cereal this morning…then the baby began to scream, so I calmed him down…decided he needed a fresh diaper so I changed it and got him dressed….when I came back to my cereal it looked like this

Why is this so-called “milk” just pooling on top of my cereal, why has it not soaked in yet???  Too weird, I couldn’t finish it…freaked me out too much.

So here’s what I’m thinking, I may just invite you guys along for the journey too.  You can comment and call me names and whatnot to keep me truckin’ along to get back in shape.

I’ll post some pics (EEEK!!!) and we’ll all see if I can make some sort of pathetic progress.  And although I can’t always clock in much exercise on my app, you better believe I mark off the 500 calories I burn each day for nursing the little man!

So here is a picture of me when I was 41 weeks pregnant with my 10lb (okay, 9lb 15oz AFTER he pooped) son.

 Yikes, I know!

And This is what I what I look like now

 Wait, What? You can’t see my body?  Haha, you didn’t think I was THAT crazy did you?

How bout we just go with…

I don’t look as good as this

But I surely look better than this

Not too bad, right?


Shout Out to the Bald Man


Before he came home from work I received this

Then after about 20 minutes he came home with this

Ahhhh…. I know, he is so sweet!  The only downside was that the pie was way frozen from sitting in the grocery store cooler all day.  So I just scraped the slightly thawed edges and figured those calories don’t really count.  I mean afterall, when you eat cold stuff your body burns more calories digesting it…right?

Little man was pretty good all night, but I decided to bring him to bed with me in the early morning.  In the later early morning my little red headed love came in to ask me something. I remembered that I had totally forgotten to link up my blog earlier in the morning. Last week mine was number 4,382 (actually about 54, but it felt like much more!)

So in stealth mom mode I lifted myself ever so smoothly out of the bed without waking either of my boys up.  That’s when I realized it!  Though the bald man always says I “hog” the bed, I don’t!  I even took a picture to prove it.

You see that tiny little space between Sweet Baby-boy and The Bald Man? Yea, that’s MY spot….  Hog? hmmm, I think not.

Anyway, I got up and grabbed my breakfast and computer so I could link up to my fav blog before the rest of the world did.

Fruit, dairy and sorta bread….don’t judge.

Then my favorite guy got up and joined me in my breakfast. Actually I made him eat pie for two reasons:

1. So I can sincerely say, “Oh no, I didn’t eat it all myself.”

2. He could understand how light and fluffy it is and how when you really ate just a teeny bit, it looks as if you ate a lot more.

What a good husband!

Creeper Much?


I decided to be productive today and clean out our garage before it becomes so overrun by spiders that I never go in there again.

Before I tell you more about my day’s productivity you should know that we’ve been dealing with these for the past few months.

Which pretty well freaks me out!

We could see where they were digging into our kitchen and I swear I didn’t stand in front of the oven for a week and wore shoes in the kitchen for the next month!

Also, we have had a little issue with these OUTSIDE of our house by the garage for the past two summers…

Yikes, I know!

So you can understand now why I may be a tad bit on edge when it comes to creepy creatures around our house.

Now lets go back to me being productive in the garage….

I pulled a storage tub from the wall and found a big mound of dirt which led directly to a huge silent scream!!!

Where did this come from?  Why are there holes burrowed in and out of it?!!  EEEEkkk!

I immediately called the bald man at work on his store phone to be sure to talk to him.  I explained the mound to him and he seemed less than concerned.  I said to him to put his arms out and touch the tips of his fingers and that’s how big the mound is.  He said “oh, just sweep it out…it probably just came from my dirt bike gear.”  What?! Um, no!  “How in the H-E- double-hockey-sticks would a pile of dirt fall off your riding gear?!”

Turns out the bald man was touching his finger tips AND his thumbs. I NEVER said to touch your thumbs…I wouldn’t call you about a sprinkling of dirt on the ground.  Maybe I should’ve told him to make his arms like a basketball hoop.  And since I didn’t have the mind enough to take a picture, you too should make a basketball hoop with with your arms so you can be on my team of  “freak out” and not my husband’s team of “what’s the big deal.”  Doing it? Good, now you understand the reason for the silent scream!

So I did what any brave, independent, I-used-to-live-in-the-ghetto, woman would.  I ran next door and beckoned the most beautiful lunch lady ever to come investigate my mystery dirt.  And of course she did, and cleaned it up for me since I wouldn’t get close to it.  Though only after she determined it was a

MOLE MOUND!  Luckily, the mole was not currently at home.

I decided that after all this stress I deserved a break…you know, it’s hard watching someone else do manual labor in your garage…

I came in and was happy to see my daytime love, Anderson Cooper, was on.  Then BAM, it happened! Right in front to me!  The creepiest creature to be seen in our house thus far.  It was just there, starring right back at me from the TV.


Do they not screen for people before they put them in direct line with the camera?!

Just for the fun of it, here he is again.

Sleep well tonight my friends, knowing that all things creepy are apparently at our house.

Blueberry muffins, hold the berries…


Early this morning my bald headed love rolled over and told me he wanted to make us waffles for breakfast.  I gave him a sweet smile of gratitude and informed him that we are out of Bisquick.  You see, this could be confusing for the bald man because every day he sees that big box of mix on top of the refrigerator and thinks “waffles sound delicious, perhaps I will make some.”  While every day I see that big box on top of the refrigerator and think “geez, I really need to throw away the big empty box.”

However, I told him about the Aldi’s fine quality blueberry muffin mix that is in fact in the pantry.

Being the gold star husband that he is, he jumps up…grabs the baby…gives him a couple good burps…and off he goes into the kitchen.

I start to smell the sweet aroma of artificially flavored yumminess.  Although, it turns out what I had envisioned  happening in the kitchen was actually not completely correct.

Here is what went down out there.

He started off quite nicely, I’m sure feeling pretty good about himself. Maybe even imagining him bringing me muffins in bed since he knows I had just gone to bed two hours earlier because I’m such an amazingly selfless mom and I took care of our baby who decided he was done sleeping at 4 AM and yet I still wake up so sexy and refreshed…trust me, I know exactly how he thinks.

He smells his amazing breakfast that he slaved over for us, pulls the muffin tin from the oven.  But, wait…these don’t look right….

Hmmm….what’s missing…surely I did it just as Paula Deen would.    He turns around and lo and behold on the counter he sees this!

Aldi’s 100% real and organic-nothing-like-pie-filling can of blueberries!   Woops

That’s correct people, not a single berry in my blueberry muffin.  And to top it off, as soon as they came out, my bald headed luvah realized the time and had to run out the door for work leaving me to eat my romantic breakfast alone on the couch in my underwear super cute and girly p.j.’s.

This of course reminded me of one of my favorite movies and that Meg Ryan might actually appreciate my husband’s take on blueberry muffins.

And because I love my husband and I know that one day we will be sweet old people sitting on the couch telling our story…I wanted to add this too.

Random thoughts of the afternoon…


First of all…

Do any other ladies out there feel like all of their bobbypins are at some secret party with all your matching socks?

How can there not be one single bobbypin in this entire house?!


I’m going on a double date with my hubs and some awesome friends tonight.  Excited to dress up but there’s one kicker. My in-laws are watching my baby…and while I’m so thankful for this time with my bald headed luvah, I truly try to not go in public without the baby.

Why you may ask?

Because other’s view of me (I am that person who can admit that I care what others think, everyone else just lies about it) suddenly change from “Wow, she looks great for just having a baby!”  to  “aw, she’s kinda chubby…”   😦

Thus why I keep that scape-goat baby close by my side.



Everyone knows what it means…everyone says it… but really?  It just bothers me.  Why the “E”  I mean why Egypt?  It’s actually a rather populated place and a very common local for tourists to visit.  So why did Egypt get thrown into this confusing phrase?

No worries though, the bald man and I fixed it!  Yeah!!

It is now   BFA     “A” of course standing for Antarctica…far more appropriate.  Don’t ya think?!  🙂

Have you had any random thoughts lately?