Okay so a little late...but time to update on our weekly weight loss challenge...
Nicki- 165 (same as last week...we only started midway through the week...give me a break!)
Some tips for the week ahead!
If you don't have a gym membership there are many ways to start getting fit. While you are watching t.v. and a commercial comes on...don't just sit there and wait. Turn the channel to a music channel and do jumping jacks for 2 min...next commercial do 2 minutes of crunches...next commercial do 2 min of jumping jacks again. Sneaking in exercise is a great way when your not in the mood. While cooking dinner, do some standing push ups on the corner of your counter. Or grab a can of tomatoes and do some arm curls. Get creative! Post some of your own sneaky tips for others.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
Is it Time Already?
I went to try on bridesmaids dresses again last night and decided to bring Reese with me. She is actually going to be the flower girl in the wedding, so I thought it would be cute to see in her in some dresses.
Who knew she was an instant bride! She put that dress on and then I decided to put a veil on her...she strutted all over that floor and twirled with no care in the world! Yes I did tear up a bit. I remember when she was about a month old, Dave and I had to go to a wedding. I got a babysitter and left the house with breast pump in hand (I actually pumped in my car before dinner). We watched the bride go up the aisle with her dad in hand and I started bawling! Yes I was happy for the couple, but I was thinking that one day that would be Reese and Dave walking down the aisle. Dang...what a sap I have become.
Then when I was watching her last night again...I realised once again that time just flies by and before I know it, she will be that bride. I can't wait to be planning another wedding, as well as Marli's. Fun being a mom to girls...even tho they gots lots of drama.
Footnote to Dave...better start saving daddy...it might become expensive....haha.
Who knew she was an instant bride! She put that dress on and then I decided to put a veil on her...she strutted all over that floor and twirled with no care in the world! Yes I did tear up a bit. I remember when she was about a month old, Dave and I had to go to a wedding. I got a babysitter and left the house with breast pump in hand (I actually pumped in my car before dinner). We watched the bride go up the aisle with her dad in hand and I started bawling! Yes I was happy for the couple, but I was thinking that one day that would be Reese and Dave walking down the aisle. Dang...what a sap I have become.
Then when I was watching her last night again...I realised once again that time just flies by and before I know it, she will be that bride. I can't wait to be planning another wedding, as well as Marli's. Fun being a mom to girls...even tho they gots lots of drama.
Footnote to Dave...better start saving daddy...it might become expensive....haha.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Better Bootays!!!
Okay...so I got like a little more than 2 months till Vegasssss and since I am not going to be a big preggo mess when I am there anymore, its time to tighten some things up!
SO! I want to start a blogging a "Biggest Loser" style of contest. Now this "contest" really has no prize...but you will be soo fine that the stranger walking on the street will have to say to themselves, "Hot DAYUM! That girl is looking HOT!". Let's face it...that is a prize in itself. Plus I am busted and I gots no $100,000 to give you:)
Who's in?? I will post a new exercise and possibly a new recipe each week, and every week when I post the Better Bootays you will have to comment and leave your new weight. I know everyone will know your shit...but really it gives you incentive to do something about it. We are all here for each other, no judgement and some of you I don't even know or for that fact know each other. Even if you do...who cares...we are in this together to help each other and give tips etc. Feed off each others success's and help when your in a downfall. Support!
If you would like to join me on this journey you will need to do the following.
1. Weigh yourself- or get someone else to look for you if you really don't want to see that number...it can be scary sometimes...trust me I know!
2. Get a measuring tape and measure your boobies (hehe), hips, and waist.
3. Set a goal for yourself. Now be realistic...its not a race and if you really feel its a stretch to lose 50 pounds or whatever...just set the goal for something attainable. We don't need anyone researching online to buy a tape worm or anything like that. No crazyness here!
Once you have recorded all this information I want you to comment to this post with this template:
Name:
Weight:
Measurements: B- W- H-
(if you don't know what the letters mean, its B-Bust, W-Waist, H-Hips)
Goal:
Then each...let's say Sunday, I will post a new exercise and recipe as well as my new records. You will do the same but you will leave out the measurements...just the name and weight. At the end of it all you will re-measure yourself and we'll do a big finale.
Do you get it?? Who's in with me?? It will be fun to do it together...and look I will tell you my info first!
Name: Nicki (MushMush)
Weight: 165 (of solid sexiness that I am just making even better;)
Measurments: B- 37 1/2 in (Heyyyyyy) W-33 H-43 (its the bootay)
Goal: to lose about 15 pounds and tighten up my jiggly belly!
Now its your turn:)
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Mirror Mirror
Yesterday I woke up and did the usual hum and hah over what I was going to wear for the day. You know it has to be comfortable yet somewhat stylish. I don't want to look like a bag lady or anything. So I pick out some jeans and a grey top. I walk into the bathroom and see myself in the mirror. "DANG GIRL! You look good!" I thought to myself. I turned around and checked out the bootay area. Another good point about turning 30 is that I have come to embrace the bootay (yes its boo-tay...not bootie. Booties are slippers for babies). I mean this bootay has got me to where I am. I am proud of it. Tough to all those boys in grade school that used to mock me because of it. Shame on them! Making me feel uncomfortable to show off my great ASSet. My bootay looked good in dem jeans and I was feelin hot!
Then I went outside, went to the plaza to pick up some things from the dollar store. I walked past a random mirror and, "DANG GIRL! what is up with your bootay??!" I thought to myself. How did it get so big from this morning and who let me out of the house looking like this! Reese needs to learn quick she is on the woman train and needs to holla at her gurl when things like this happen.
So I blame this on the mirrors the builder installed in my home. Yes they make me feel good about myself but its false advertisement! Shit! You can't make a girl feel all good and then when she sees what everyone else sees its just disappointment. I am trying to think back to when I was trying on dresses for my girl Ashley's (and Franco) wedding. I tried on a couple of dresses but settled in on this one hip, no actually ass hugging dress. It looked bangin! My ass was perfect! And now I think those mirrors are trick mirrors too! To make you want to buy the dress they have mirrors that make you look good.
In order for these trick mirrors to work they need to fix people's eyes so that they match what these mirrors make you see. If not then throw them all away!!
Then I went outside, went to the plaza to pick up some things from the dollar store. I walked past a random mirror and, "DANG GIRL! what is up with your bootay??!" I thought to myself. How did it get so big from this morning and who let me out of the house looking like this! Reese needs to learn quick she is on the woman train and needs to holla at her gurl when things like this happen.
So I blame this on the mirrors the builder installed in my home. Yes they make me feel good about myself but its false advertisement! Shit! You can't make a girl feel all good and then when she sees what everyone else sees its just disappointment. I am trying to think back to when I was trying on dresses for my girl Ashley's (and Franco) wedding. I tried on a couple of dresses but settled in on this one hip, no actually ass hugging dress. It looked bangin! My ass was perfect! And now I think those mirrors are trick mirrors too! To make you want to buy the dress they have mirrors that make you look good.
In order for these trick mirrors to work they need to fix people's eyes so that they match what these mirrors make you see. If not then throw them all away!!
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
No longer the Superhero to my 3 year old
It has happened....my daughter has hit her teenage years. She has somehow managed to stay the same size...but morph into a teenager overnight! Amazing! I Know!
She no longer wants anything to do with our family. She's moody when she is "stuck" with us, she sleeps late, she only comes inside to demand something to eat or drink, she is a typical teenager. The culprit...her new friends she has that live behind us. From the second she wakes in the morning, she wants to know if her friends are outside and will not retire for the evening until its dark. You can try to bribe her with ice cream and toys...no dice. She is into her friends and loving every second of playtime she has.
I get it, I do. Who would want to hang out with a boring me...and a even more boring 14 month old. But I am a little heart broken. I watch her play all day and giggle and laugh. Her skin is darkening from the sun and she is worn OUT come bed time. She just doesn't need us the way she used to and she is growing up so fast! Starting school in the fall and literally jumping for joy about it. I am happy to see my daughter grow up and experience new things in life. I am excited to see her have memories of all these things I remember as a child. Its just crazy to know how easily they can let go of their parents in lieu of a friend.
I will always be there though when she comes home. There will be a time when they don't get along and I will feel like I won the battle for that day. I will also hold her just a little bit longer when she does want to snuggle. Girls may be "daddy's little girl" but they will always need their mom, especially when she needs the recipe for cabbage rolls when she is older.
She no longer wants anything to do with our family. She's moody when she is "stuck" with us, she sleeps late, she only comes inside to demand something to eat or drink, she is a typical teenager. The culprit...her new friends she has that live behind us. From the second she wakes in the morning, she wants to know if her friends are outside and will not retire for the evening until its dark. You can try to bribe her with ice cream and toys...no dice. She is into her friends and loving every second of playtime she has.
I get it, I do. Who would want to hang out with a boring me...and a even more boring 14 month old. But I am a little heart broken. I watch her play all day and giggle and laugh. Her skin is darkening from the sun and she is worn OUT come bed time. She just doesn't need us the way she used to and she is growing up so fast! Starting school in the fall and literally jumping for joy about it. I am happy to see my daughter grow up and experience new things in life. I am excited to see her have memories of all these things I remember as a child. Its just crazy to know how easily they can let go of their parents in lieu of a friend.
I will always be there though when she comes home. There will be a time when they don't get along and I will feel like I won the battle for that day. I will also hold her just a little bit longer when she does want to snuggle. Girls may be "daddy's little girl" but they will always need their mom, especially when she needs the recipe for cabbage rolls when she is older.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Just like the Pros!
I am not sure if you are the same way...but I am addicted to design show on HGTV...its an obsession. I am also all over the decorating mags and looking into what is new...what is hip. I am no professional designer at all! I never went to school, I never worked with someone to get experience, but I still feel I can pull off all these projects. DIY is calling me!
Every time I come home with a new idea...my husbands rolls his eyes, kind of like the way my eyes roll when he brings home a remote control bat (that he claims is for Reese...but who is he kidding). He feels that these people are professionals and of course they know what they are doing cuz they have 50 people and numerous contacts to finish their project. I only have me. True...but that does not mean those ideas I have discourage me with my lack of experience. I see it...it must be possible right??
Which brings us to today. I have been creating a "project" in my head for months regarding the area in my kitchen that is a blank wall. It needed something. A place where I can put my laptop, and the kids crafts. So the idea is now coming true. I found a $20 table at a garage sale that I dragged my kids around for an hour when I finally found it...STEAL! I then stained it and made look brand new. I also found a $50 cabinet at Value Village which I am painting white and it will house all the crayons, paint and glue that Reese requires to create her master pieces. Dave doubted me I know he did...but its coming together and even he admits its looks good.
Why can't they just realise we know what we are talking about and just run with it. Like I always tell him, "Do you think I am going to make my house look like crap on purpose??"
Every time I come home with a new idea...my husbands rolls his eyes, kind of like the way my eyes roll when he brings home a remote control bat (that he claims is for Reese...but who is he kidding). He feels that these people are professionals and of course they know what they are doing cuz they have 50 people and numerous contacts to finish their project. I only have me. True...but that does not mean those ideas I have discourage me with my lack of experience. I see it...it must be possible right??
Which brings us to today. I have been creating a "project" in my head for months regarding the area in my kitchen that is a blank wall. It needed something. A place where I can put my laptop, and the kids crafts. So the idea is now coming true. I found a $20 table at a garage sale that I dragged my kids around for an hour when I finally found it...STEAL! I then stained it and made look brand new. I also found a $50 cabinet at Value Village which I am painting white and it will house all the crayons, paint and glue that Reese requires to create her master pieces. Dave doubted me I know he did...but its coming together and even he admits its looks good.
Why can't they just realise we know what we are talking about and just run with it. Like I always tell him, "Do you think I am going to make my house look like crap on purpose??"
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
What is Next?
*the Alberta trip story is coming...its just really long and I am still going through it...sorry, but its coming:)*
As I try to put on my mascara on my puffy eyes this morning I am nervous about what I am about to go through. I had been crying most of the night and its left me with a very unattractive puffy and red blotched face. I have to go for another ultrasound this morning to make sure everything that is not suppose to be there isn't. I am scared and I am frustrated. I have been going through emotional hell for the last 3 weeks...constantly reminded every time I take a bathroom break what has happened to my family. I know I tell everyone I am okay...and I am really, it's just this thought of when can I finally move on??
I just want to move on...but I can't, still stuck here wondering what is going on and what is next? I have these dreams of what my child would have looked like...who they would have been and how they were going to fit in our crazy family of meatballs. But its not going to happen and I really don't know if I want to try again for another baby. We took all this time to get use to our "surprise" and when we finally did, there was no more baby. Funny how that happens... It would be great to add to our family, but I don't think I can go down this road again. Again...What is Next?
So wish me luck today...I really don't want to go in for surgery after all of this....and pray for my strength that I can move on and be happy with whatever choice I decide is good for me and my family.
As I try to put on my mascara on my puffy eyes this morning I am nervous about what I am about to go through. I had been crying most of the night and its left me with a very unattractive puffy and red blotched face. I have to go for another ultrasound this morning to make sure everything that is not suppose to be there isn't. I am scared and I am frustrated. I have been going through emotional hell for the last 3 weeks...constantly reminded every time I take a bathroom break what has happened to my family. I know I tell everyone I am okay...and I am really, it's just this thought of when can I finally move on??
I just want to move on...but I can't, still stuck here wondering what is going on and what is next? I have these dreams of what my child would have looked like...who they would have been and how they were going to fit in our crazy family of meatballs. But its not going to happen and I really don't know if I want to try again for another baby. We took all this time to get use to our "surprise" and when we finally did, there was no more baby. Funny how that happens... It would be great to add to our family, but I don't think I can go down this road again. Again...What is Next?
So wish me luck today...I really don't want to go in for surgery after all of this....and pray for my strength that I can move on and be happy with whatever choice I decide is good for me and my family.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Dreams
Don't you love it when you have a dream that your husband is cheating on you and you wake up and you are actually mad at him...happened to me the other day...It was sooo REAL! Good Times!
I am in the process of writing a post about our trip to Alberta...stay tuned...should be done tonight..HOLLA!
I am in the process of writing a post about our trip to Alberta...stay tuned...should be done tonight..HOLLA!
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