I'm SO almost to my goal!!!
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I'm SO almost to my goal!!!
Confidence?!
My last post earned a few comments that left me reeling.
I was complimented on my confidence. Can you believe that shit?! Me? Confident? For real?
I have to say that is not a description that has everevereverever been used to describe me in any way, shape, form, or capacity. Seriously.
Of course then I had to read my post again and I discovered the damnedest thing...I did sound confident. Whoa....so then I had to think back over my day and I discovered that at no point in my day did I feel negative in anyway about myself. I didn't hide and shy away from people one time. In fact, I even found myself giving and getting smiles in return-and from cute men too.
That's when it struck me...holy shit, I AM confident. Huh, ain't that some shit.
I wonder when that happened?!
Well, I guess it all started when I was no longer bombarded with messages that I was shit. Then, there is the whole elimination of everyone and everything that made me feel badly about myself.
Well, I've also dropped some weight and quite a few inches. I'm nowhere near my "goal" by a long shot, but I have to say that I am really enjoying the shape and dimension of my body. There's a definite hourglass effect happening and it makes me feel very sexy. (SHOCKSHOCK) At this point I could even care less if anyone else sees it or even appriciates it because I like it.
hahahahahawoooooooooooooooohooooooooooooooohahahahahahahahahahah...
that's fucking cool as shit, guys. check me and my (slowly, but continuiously shrinking) ass out!
I am confident.
I am happy.
I am finally comfortable with me.
Well, at least for today; tomorrow might be another story, but I'll cross that bridge when I get there. But what a cool bridge for me to have to cross!!
I was complimented on my confidence. Can you believe that shit?! Me? Confident? For real?
I have to say that is not a description that has everevereverever been used to describe me in any way, shape, form, or capacity. Seriously.
Of course then I had to read my post again and I discovered the damnedest thing...I did sound confident. Whoa....so then I had to think back over my day and I discovered that at no point in my day did I feel negative in anyway about myself. I didn't hide and shy away from people one time. In fact, I even found myself giving and getting smiles in return-and from cute men too.
That's when it struck me...holy shit, I AM confident. Huh, ain't that some shit.
I wonder when that happened?!
Well, I guess it all started when I was no longer bombarded with messages that I was shit. Then, there is the whole elimination of everyone and everything that made me feel badly about myself.
Definitely a move in a positive direction, wouldn't you say?
Well, I've also dropped some weight and quite a few inches. I'm nowhere near my "goal" by a long shot, but I have to say that I am really enjoying the shape and dimension of my body. There's a definite hourglass effect happening and it makes me feel very sexy. (SHOCKSHOCK) At this point I could even care less if anyone else sees it or even appriciates it because I like it.
Get the fuck out...there's that whole confidence thing again.
hahahahahawoooooooooooooooohooooooooooooooohahahahahahahahahahah...
that's fucking cool as shit, guys. check me and my (slowly, but continuiously shrinking) ass out!
I am confident.
I am happy.
I am finally comfortable with me.
Well, at least for today; tomorrow might be another story, but I'll cross that bridge when I get there. But what a cool bridge for me to have to cross!!
Totally Mom Sexy-and Not a Size 2
As you guys may or may not know, I am a blog stalker. It's true. The voyeuristic glimpses into someone else's life that make me know I'm not a total freak of nature is the panacea of my heart and soul. Seriously! It really does make me feel better to know there are more like me out there...Buahaha!Anyway, one of my favorite's is having her one year blogaversary and I'm too excited to help her out with a bit of a post in celebration of this momentous occasion. Why? Well, because the Mommyologist is hilarious, totally fun, and someone I would SO be friends with in real life and not just cyberspace. I mean, you guys all know how much a I love a person who is real and doesn't embellish their thoughts and feelings. I don't so why should you?
Anyway, The mommyologist is all about bringing the Sexy Mom Back-regardless of what you "feel" you have become...You HAVE to read her inspiration for this post (click on link above)...all will be explained there. Trust me!!
Out of all the options to declare myself a sexy mom I chose, "I will never ever be a size 2, but I’m still Mom Sexy" because let's face it, Umm, I really will never be a size 2. Why? Well, let's just look at the many reasons that size 2 is pretty much unattainable....
1. I'm pretty such my basic bone structure is larger than a size 2; in fact, it probably closer to a 6, but then I'd just be a skeleton with skin stretched over it. I seriously DO have a large bone structure (I've taken all the "tests" that determine it, ok people. I know these things), especially for someone who is only 5'3".
2. There is no one in my family that is, ever has been, or ever will be a size 2. (Again the whole bone structure thing, ya know.)
3. I like to eat. Crunch, slurp, chew, sip, bite, savor, or roll...I do love to do it all.
4. I like food. there are sooo many yummy things in the world that I just cannot think of a single reason why I'd want to prevent myself from eating most of them in order to squeeze myself into a size that looks as if only fits small children and "little people".
5. Taking inspiration from #4, I do not think size 2 really exists. Seriously. Have you ever held up a size 2? I seriously think they are just misplaced toddler sizes. Who wears that shit? Is anyone that size in real life...and that mystical fairly-land called "celebrity" does not count because anyone who gets paid to work out, has a tummy tuck along with their Csection, or appears nude to millions of people on a regular basis is just NOT a real person. Sorry.
Now, how in the hell does any of that make me a sexy mom you ask? Because I am real. I'm a curvy bundle of pure happy that gets cuter when I get angry, or so I'm told pretty often. I am a natural (bottle hair color not the issue here people) and attainable entity that gives living and breathing affection and love.
I do not worry so much about clothing size and potential rolls that I cannot appreciate the feel of hands on my waist or tummy when circled from behind. Not only am I a naturally touchy-feely person, but I am remembering how much I crave touch. My grouchy moods are caused when trying to be "hands off" with the world. A hand, a hug, or the briefest graze of a finger tip is all I need to keep smiling and moving in a positive direction.
I'm a giver, a spoiler, a motivator, a nurturer, a hugger, a snuggler, and a damn fine cook. What's not to find amazingly sexy? Oh, and although I can't tell a joke to save my soul, I am seriously effing funny. Seriously!
Truthfully, everything that makes me who I am makes me a sexy mom...and it also all the things that make a size 2 completely unnecessary.
Begining at the Begining Again
Operation Self-Esteem--Day Fucking One.
(Elizabeth Gilbert)
Yep, I think I have finally hit the self-analysis wall. Actually, I slammed into it head first, rubbed up against it like a cat, and just- kept- beating- my- head- against- the- stupid- ass- fucking- wall! So, now hopefully all of that is out of my system for a minute and perhaps, it is time to back off and take stock of life as it stands.
I have a job. It may not start until October, but at least I know that I have one. And that interview really boosted my confidence so I'm willing to look into other options that start before October.
I'm not yet the size I want to be and I didn't meet the goal I set in January; HOWEVER, I am numerous inches smaller in most of the areas I wanted to shrink. I'm also pretty proud of the hourglass figure I've achieved and most of the time I feel very Marilyn.
I may not have completed the C25K, but I've decided to start again since I'm in better shape this time than last time I tried. The treadmill is cleaned off for use (since it's too bleeding hot to do it outside) and I even have an app for that on my phone.
My kids aren't the best behaved in the world, but they are cute, polite, listen relatively well, and will be going back to school soon. Did I mention they are cute? Plus they are gong to be way smarter than me so I totally may need to go back to school just so I can keep up.
I might still be living at home, but when Pop graduates from USM (finally) they are going on some trips so I get a bit of a break. Plus, I never have to pay a babysitter when I go to the gym.
I've decided to eliminate all toxic people from my life as much as possible, and if it isn't possible I can at least limit my exposure and how I allow them to effect me and my life. First and foremost being my ex-husband because he is officially a guest of the state way up in North Mississippi for the next 15 years. I know it sounds strange, but until everything was final I just had this nagging feeling that he could show up at my door. Now, rationally, I know he had no way to do that, but his bail had been lowered and I just couldn't feel totally safe. Not really. Living with my pop has given me the most solace because he would never be dumb enough to face my Dad after what he did; however, I'm sure he's really pissed at me and bound to get even more pissed. (But that's for a later post)
DB told me last night that I need to talk less, do more. Actually that is a paraphrase, but that was the basic thought. She's right, of course, and not just because she is a physiologist and isnt' her job to be right, but because she's known me forever and knows I need to just get out and DO. Do what? Doesn't matter as long as I just get out and do something! I am gong to start a list of things I really want to do in the next year and hopefully I can get them all checked off by the time my year is up.
Most of all I'm going to give myself a break; I just think it is time. Each day, no matter how hard it gets, I'm going to pay myself on the shoulder and congratulate myself on what I have done up to this point. Yep, actually give myself credit for not crawling into the hole I really REALLY wanted to crawl into last year and floating through life letting everyone else take care of me. Good job, Me!
(Elizabeth Gilbert)
Yep, I think I have finally hit the self-analysis wall. Actually, I slammed into it head first, rubbed up against it like a cat, and just- kept- beating- my- head- against- the- stupid- ass- fucking- wall! So, now hopefully all of that is out of my system for a minute and perhaps, it is time to back off and take stock of life as it stands.
I have a job. It may not start until October, but at least I know that I have one. And that interview really boosted my confidence so I'm willing to look into other options that start before October.
I'm not yet the size I want to be and I didn't meet the goal I set in January; HOWEVER, I am numerous inches smaller in most of the areas I wanted to shrink. I'm also pretty proud of the hourglass figure I've achieved and most of the time I feel very Marilyn.
I may not have completed the C25K, but I've decided to start again since I'm in better shape this time than last time I tried. The treadmill is cleaned off for use (since it's too bleeding hot to do it outside) and I even have an app for that on my phone.
My kids aren't the best behaved in the world, but they are cute, polite, listen relatively well, and will be going back to school soon. Did I mention they are cute? Plus they are gong to be way smarter than me so I totally may need to go back to school just so I can keep up.
I might still be living at home, but when Pop graduates from USM (finally) they are going on some trips so I get a bit of a break. Plus, I never have to pay a babysitter when I go to the gym.
I've decided to eliminate all toxic people from my life as much as possible, and if it isn't possible I can at least limit my exposure and how I allow them to effect me and my life. First and foremost being my ex-husband because he is officially a guest of the state way up in North Mississippi for the next 15 years. I know it sounds strange, but until everything was final I just had this nagging feeling that he could show up at my door. Now, rationally, I know he had no way to do that, but his bail had been lowered and I just couldn't feel totally safe. Not really. Living with my pop has given me the most solace because he would never be dumb enough to face my Dad after what he did; however, I'm sure he's really pissed at me and bound to get even more pissed. (But that's for a later post)
DB told me last night that I need to talk less, do more. Actually that is a paraphrase, but that was the basic thought. She's right, of course, and not just because she is a physiologist and isnt' her job to be right, but because she's known me forever and knows I need to just get out and DO. Do what? Doesn't matter as long as I just get out and do something! I am gong to start a list of things I really want to do in the next year and hopefully I can get them all checked off by the time my year is up.
Most of all I'm going to give myself a break; I just think it is time. Each day, no matter how hard it gets, I'm going to pay myself on the shoulder and congratulate myself on what I have done up to this point. Yep, actually give myself credit for not crawling into the hole I really REALLY wanted to crawl into last year and floating through life letting everyone else take care of me. Good job, Me!
Losing Things
Over my life time I've lost more thoughts, scraps, gadgets, gizmos, and ideas in my life than I'll probably ever have or get back in my life. I've missed a majority of these things, at least until I forget to miss them.
However, I have just lost a few things that I am SO happy to be rid of:
And how have I managed to drop all of that you ask? I've been going to Curves. That's right! One month at Curves and in addition to the above I' GAINED cheek bones and collar bones again. No kidding!! I'd almost forgotten I had them.
Now, I must admit one small thing...Over the past month I have not gone 3 days a week like I was supposed to (For those not familiar, the Curves catch phrase is "You give us 30 minutes 3 times a week and we will change your life.") and I haven't been really watching my eating. I guess I wanted to really check it out since I was under no obligation to continue when my month was up.
Well, let me tell you, faithful few, I am certainly motivated to get off my ass and get there a minimum of 3 times a week and really get moving on my eating-again. Actually, that means I have to stop letting my Mom cook and take over the kitchen again. Since I've found the cause of all of my exhaustion (besides my kids) and my achy body, I'm sure it'll be much easier to manage-dehydration. Did you know that your body will literally leach water from your organs after a certain point. YUK! Yep, it makes you feel fatigued, achy, slightly feverish, and keep you from sleeping well. Thank you to Meridith for her diagnosis and recommended treatment: Drink more water and get rest. I gotta tell you guys, I feel great today!!!
However, I have just lost a few things that I am SO happy to be rid of:
- 4 inches
- 2 pounds
- 30% of body fat (It actually sounds more sexy than it is, but I don't care because being down .3 in body fat is still in the negative.)
That's right, folks, I lost 'em and I'm NOT ever going to find 'em again. Woo Hoo!
And how have I managed to drop all of that you ask? I've been going to Curves. That's right! One month at Curves and in addition to the above I' GAINED cheek bones and collar bones again. No kidding!! I'd almost forgotten I had them.
Now, I must admit one small thing...Over the past month I have not gone 3 days a week like I was supposed to (For those not familiar, the Curves catch phrase is "You give us 30 minutes 3 times a week and we will change your life.") and I haven't been really watching my eating. I guess I wanted to really check it out since I was under no obligation to continue when my month was up.
Well, let me tell you, faithful few, I am certainly motivated to get off my ass and get there a minimum of 3 times a week and really get moving on my eating-again. Actually, that means I have to stop letting my Mom cook and take over the kitchen again. Since I've found the cause of all of my exhaustion (besides my kids) and my achy body, I'm sure it'll be much easier to manage-dehydration. Did you know that your body will literally leach water from your organs after a certain point. YUK! Yep, it makes you feel fatigued, achy, slightly feverish, and keep you from sleeping well. Thank you to Meridith for her diagnosis and recommended treatment: Drink more water and get rest. I gotta tell you guys, I feel great today!!!
I'm super proud of myself!!! Can't wait to see what I'm missing next month!!!
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