WHERE ARE THE BAGELS? Two week update.

So. It’s been almost two weeks since I have made some major changes. Good changes, but hard ones.

But this is something only I can control. Nobody else. And once I realized this, that I have the power to manipulate my body, I have to admit, I may have become a little OCD about my new endeavor.

Eating clean, calorie counting, and exercising.

It’s hard. Really fucking hard.

But it’s working. What I am doing is working.

In nearly two weeks, I have lost six pounds. I did not measure myself, but I will start doing this also. Six pounds.

In nearly two weeks:

I haven’t eaten anything out of a box or a can (besides oatmeal). Eating clean only.

I have exercised daily, incorporating aerobics, weights, and cardio on appropriate days with a schedule I have made up.

I’ve been counting everything I consume (which is super easy thanks to the app My Fitness Pal) and decreased my caloric intake which was a little bit out of control previously.

I’ve been only eating fresh fruits, vegetables, dairy and protein. I’m still eating a few carbs a day, but I have switched to whole grain/ancient grain breads and pitas.

I’ve been trying to eat breakfast. And I really hope my body gets used to this idea, because it seems like I can’t handle anything solid for about three hours after I wake up. But I’m trying.

I’ve been taking a few supplements to help along the way as well. After doing some reading, I now take calcium, vitamin d, omega 3s and 3 PGX tables with my morning green tea and womens multivitamin.

Oh, and drinking green tea and water by the gallon. As much as I can handle. I’ve been doing about 4 cups of tea with about 5 or 6 cups of water a day, including the water for my workouts.

Ive bought low calorie/fat free versions for most everything I eat, and invested in one hour a day for my workouts. Me time. I am currently doing weights about five times a week with specific areas of the body in mind, and cardio/aerobics I try to do everyday.

It’s working.

And I am six pounds closer to my goal weight.

xoxo

Near Year End Interview With Lily.

Lily is four in a couple weeks. I asked her a few questions to see how her past year has been.

What was the greatest part of your third year of life?

Going to pweeskewel.

What will you miss the most about being three years old?

The park. And the circus. And I miss my crown. (Obviously)

What are you looking forward too in your fourth year?

Uhhhhhhhhhh, bunnies!

That’s it?

And my little ponies!

How have you grown spiritually as a person in the last year?

Um, lot of times. Lot of times. Eating everything in the whole house. In the whole town.

What was the biggest lesson you have learned?

Songs.

If you could tell your former three year old self one piece of advice, what would it be?

Uh, Tinkerbell!

What’s the best thing about being a whole year older?

iPads and kitties.

Do you have any advice for kids who will be turning three soon?

Yup.

Like what?

Love your family.

That’s my wonderful kid, folks.

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Lets put my shoe collection to work.

I’m that girl who never wears dresses.

Or never used to wear dresses.

I started wearing dresses when I was pregnant with Lily. If you can call them dresses. They were large sheet like tents from Walmart that didn’t cut into my belly and allowed me to eat copious amounts of cheeseburgers. They were awesome. But I digress.

Currently, I think I own maybe five dresses. My wedding dress doesnt count, although I would wear it everyday if it wouldnt get stained with baby shit and Hello Kitty Alphagetti. Most of the dresses I own are sundresses. One is a dress I wore to my brother in laws wedding a few years ago. I guess that is my “fancy” dress. But nothing I own is anything to get too terribly excited about, current dress collection included.

I’ve never felt comfortable in dresses before. I want to feel comfortable in dresses.

“This dress makes me look fat/bumpy/look at that lump/I can’t wear this/etc/”

That’s going to fucking change, right now. Why can’t I wear dresses? Because my calves are thick? Because I may have a bit of cellulite on my thighs? Because I havent lost all the baby weight from two pregnancies? Screw that.

I’ve decided that 2013 will be the year of dresses. The year I will be comfortable in dresses. I will buy dresses, and I will wear them. If I don’t have anywhere to wear them, I will find places to wear them. Or I’ll wear the damn things at home while I do laundry and scrape up Saint Bernard vomit from my back porch.

And I will start doing more to feel more comfortable in these said dresses, so maybe I won’t feel like I’m wearing a sac full of oranges when I put one on.

And I will rock a dress every now and then.

This is my year. This sounds like a weight watchers commercial, only I’m not Jennifer Hudson wearing a size negative four million corset. But it’s not a weight watchers commercial. I’ve been trying to eat right and exercise for the past while. I’m tired of not being comfortable enough to wear dresses. And not fitting into everything a few articles of clothing. And you know what? Maybe I won’t lose a bunch of weight like I hope. Maybe I won’t be able to turn down cheeseburgers all the time or stop myself from devouring three granola bars in the middle of the night. But I’m going to try.

And in the meantime, I’m going to start rocking fucking dresses, anyway.

Check back for January’s dress.

Puppy Chow

This stuff is like crack cocaine.

Which means, you should make it for your kids.

My aunt used to make this for my sister and I when we were kids. Later we could be found licking the ceiling and doing laps for six hours around our kitchen table

This. Stuff. Is. Amazing.

Ingredients:

9 cups chex cereal
1 cup chocolate Chips
1/2 cup peanut butter
1/2 cup butter
1/2 tsp vanilla
1&1/2 cups icing sugar

Place chex in a big bowl. Melt chocolate chips, peanut butter and butter. Remove from heat and add vanilla. Pour over cereal and mix. Transfer mixture to large bag and add icing sugar. Shake to coat. Lay mixture on wax paper to cool.

Freezes extremely well. Ruins appetites. Ridiculously delicious. Merry Christmas, ya filthy animal.

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