Wow! 

So dang.  Its been awhile since my last post hasn't it?  Not a whole lot has changed, but SOMETHING changes for everyone at any given time right?  I've been doing pretty well I think as far as the walking/running on my part.  I'm keeping a flat weight of 201-202 (once it was even at 199!)  I slacked off the whole month of April really.  My kids had a month long spring break, my husband works late hours, so I didn't do much.  I usually go for my activities after I take my son to pre-school, but alas, no preschool= son at home :(  But moving on.   Today I ran/walked 5 miles around Lake Miramar with my good gal pals Amy and Tiffany. Boy Tiffany has a long stride too (it happens when your 6ft tall)  so short little me and Amy had to keep up, which was a workout in itself.  It was good though, keeping up the quick pace (I forgot my Polar though, grumble) I like to think I did killer on the calorie count.   I've signed up for the ROC race here on may 11th.  That looks like super fun, but I will probably die, but it will be worth it, lol.  I've also signed up for the Color me Rad race in June and the Walking Dead Escape in July and the Color me Rad race in Boise in August.  So far I have a run a month, which is good, its my goal.  I wanted to do the Dirty dash in Boise also but either its sold out or this new computer is a total asshole cause it won't open the Registration page for me, grumble :(

I had another gal pal take some family pictures a few weeks ago, I am thrilled with her work, the color, the editing, she did a great job.  Me? I'm not the best model, so you'll have to forgive :)

My son, he's like me, lol.   not a picture taking guy.  I was very excited with the picture of me and Mike.  I feel I look slimmer in it, but I could be biased, lol.

So that's all new as of now.  I will be running/walking more now that school is back in so here's to hoping I don't actually "die" during any of my races :)

Today. I died.

Two weeks have passed since my wonderful start of this journey.  I've been to the Y a few times, done a class or 2.  I'm quite fond of the aquatics class they offer.  I don't know why but it just makes me laugh.  The instructor tells you to Kick, Kick, Kick, and as she's doing that I'm sorta just floating, can't get my leg down to kick with the instructions.  Made me laugh.  I did a Low impact class as well.  That kicked my ass, I actually had to walk out halfway through.  I finished that second half hour on the treadmill, got a mile and a half out of it.  I've also done a step class.  This class by far is my LEAST favorite class of all time.  I just can't do stairs.  My knee is bad, and it starts to throb with the bending and climbing.   Not a fan.   So onto how I died today.  I'll tell you.  It was a 3 mile round trip hike up a mountain that I swear was a freaking 90 degree angle (of course I'm exaggerating) but man it sure felt like a straight arrow up to the top.  I was dying.  it was a warm day, it was my first time and I died.  I stopped about 6 times to catch my breath, I got lightheaded and dizzy a couple times and pretty hot.  After about an hour we finally reached the top.  It was a very nice view.  I also threw up once we reached the top.  Not like real vomit, I heaved up a bit of spit really.  Not terrible and i was able to conceal my heaving self in some bushes, so I didn't gross anyone out or call attention to myself.  It was horrible.  After finally cooling myself down enough to get up and walk some more, I was made to pose for a picture at the top by the "yay your fat ass made it to the top, but you don't get a medal or anything, but you can touch this copper looking plaque"  so I posed, I mean why not.  I DID make it after all.  And I really thought of turning back a couple times.   The trip down was much faster and sooo easy, took maybe 15 minutes.  I felt like I burned a million calories.

And now for my update.  After doing all these things I can't say I lost a whole lot of weight.  I HAVE been eating better.  Following my weight watchers points and hitting the gym more often.  I feel its easier for me to keep at it while my kids are back in school.  Its harder for me when they are home because I am not a morning person.  I never have been, so when I don't have to get up early, I don't.  I sleep in till 10 o'clock and sometimes even later.  But when the kids are in school I have to get up early.  This enables me to follow my daily diet better.  I get my early morning snack, I eat breakfast, I have my mid morning snack, then lunch, my afternoon snack, then dinner,  and finally my nighttime snack.  Its vital that you eat first thing in the morning, to get your metabolism jump started.  I miss that jump start when I sleep till 10.  SO I've been doing better.
My weigh in tonight at around 5:30 p.m.   was 205.1.   I'm happy with that for the time being.  Its not 211 which is what I started at when I joined weight watchers in December.    My more immediate goal is to be under 200 by my birthday which is March 8th.  Our Submarine birthday ball is March 23rd, so I won't lie, if I can get to 190 by then I'll be tickled pink.  Here are my mug shots for this blog entry, so like I said before, Don't eat anything while looking at these pictures.  I'd hate to see you gag on your burrito.

New year, New me

There comes a time in every woman's life where she hears those dreaded 3 words.  "Mom, your fat" And you can always trust a 9 year old child to be as honest as possible.  You can also trust that 9 year old to recruit her 7 year old sister and 4 year old brother into saying the same thing.  So, with that said, I can't say they are wrong.  I am fat.  I've gained a lot of weight as a stay at home mom.  Now, don't get me wrong.  I really LOVE being able to stay home with my kids.  Yes, they drive me batty, and holy hell do I want to run far, far away some days.  BUT, I am so very grateful that my husband provides this life for us enabling me this opportunity.  I am always available for class parties, if I get a phone call from school that my kids are sick or hurt, I don't have to leave work or call in sick or any of that stuff.  I'm accessible to my children 24/7.  BUT, the lack of work in addition to 3 pregnancies and 3 c-sections has taken its toll on my body.  Before I got married I was a full time employee, I moved around and walked a lot, I lifted heavy items and was un-intentionally using portion control with my eating habits.  I mean there's only so much you can eat on a 15 minute break.  So back to my original story. 
 My kids called me fat.  I am gonna change that.  I've gotten in with a "crowd" ( I say it like that to make you think its BAAAD, lol)  but no, its not bad.  A wonderful group of ladies that live in my neighborhood have started a Weight Watchers group.  We attend our monthly meetings together, get our weigh ins together, some of us go grocery shopping together and we share recipes and pictures of our prepared food to support each other.  Its nice to have recipes and ideas for low calorie, well portioned foods from a different perspective, the same thing gets boring.  I even went as far as to take the next step.  I also joined the YMCA.  Not only do I have gym access pretty much anytime I want, they also offer free childcare.  So its like a win-win situation for me.  When my kids get me to the point I feel like I'm going to crack, I can take em to the childcare, and run away my frustration in the gym.  The perfect plan, right?  Lets hope so.  So This starts my blog for my new journey, I'm going to lose 60 lbs by summer.  Can I do it?  Maybe.  Is it likely, well no, probably not, but you never know, I do have an amazing group of ladies to support me, I have the resources and I have the motivation, so stay tuned, I will update every week what I did and what results I got.  I will also put up a picture, so..... don't eat food when you read this... ;)


                       Friday, January 4th- 208.4 lbs

                                           

My mommy tattoo

So I have been dying to get this mommy tattoo ever since Mayson was born.  I never got around to it cause I always found a reason not to.  Its to much money, I can't afford it, I don't know where I want it, I don't know how long it would take, etc..  Well this February, I just did it.  I took the location from another girl I know with a cute flower tattoo in the spot I put my footprints.  I went in with my kids baby books, and at this point I was really glad I had talked myself out of it for so long, cause this way, I had all the kids I was gonna have, and I was able to get them all done by the same artist so they are all the same style.

 In the beginning I wasn't gonna have any type of identification in them, I figured I would know who's print was who's, but at the last minute I changed my mind and decided to put the first letter of my kid's name in the heel of their print.  So glad I did, it gives the tattoo a more personal feel to it.




My first print is Mayson's.  In the front of my shoulder.  This one terrified me.  I had heard that tattoos on the front or in the chest area were super painful.  I was totally wrong.  This didn't hurt a bit.  I barely felt it, it was quick and painless. and I was proud of myself for not crying or squirming, lol. Yeah, and you notice the white powdery residue on my shirt, that's deodorant.  Can't say I stink now can you? lol

The second print is Dylan's.  And while I know he's my last baby, the way the three kids footprints were in the books, this was the way it had to be if I wanted the left, right, left thing instead of the left, left right thing. This one wasn't as bad as I expected either.  The bottom of the print where the heel and the cute personalized letter D is, not a thing, didn't bother me at all, but when he worked his way up to the padding and the toes, oofta, I started to feel it.  It wasn't fun, lol.  But so worth it.


The third print is Carlie's.  And this one hurt like the dickens.  I don't know if it was because it was the last one and my body finally figured out something was sticking me with a needle over and over, or if the area is just way more sensitive than the front.  I'm going to go with the latter on that, cause my Dragon on the other side of my back hurt from the beginning and took just as long as the footprints. Like I said before though, it was totally worth it.  And while sitting through this I had a stroke of genius and have already planned out my next tat. So after 9 years of waiting and talking myself out of THIS one, lets see how long it takes for me to get the one floating around in my head.

I LOVE my mommy tattoo, it took about 20 minutes per footprint and totaled about an hour.  I paid 150 for it and I get compliments all the time and people tell me they want to do it.  Ad that doesn't even bother me, cause even though they are copying my idea, I have one of a kind footprints that can never be duplicated (well until Mike grows a pair and gets his done, lol)

For those that want to know, I got this done by Chad Whitson at Vital Lines tattoo in Pacific Beach here in the San Diego area. Check out this link to learn more about Vital Lines tattoo

http://www.vitallinestattoo.com/

Sookie

So I'd like to introduce you all to Sookie.













Our maltese/chihuahua puppy.  At 3 months old she is 1 and a half lbs of fiesty little shit.  She cracks me up.  Sookie is extremely playful and our Labrador adores her, she hasn't eaten her or anything!

I have never seen a puppy or dog do the things that this little girl does.  I mean, she cracks.me.up! SHe plays with the most random things.  Little sticks in the yard, hair ties, leaves from a tree, half of a plastic easter egg...

She also cracks me up with her sleeping habits.  I mean this puppy is like Mike.  She can sleep anywhere and in any position and just lays there for hours taking her little naps.



On the arm of the couch and most of the time, she is lying on her back.  cracks.me.up!

Dylan's first cavity filling....

So let me tell you something. Having the dentist tell you that your 2 year old has a few cavities is NEVER something you want to hear. Its my own fault I suppose. No matter how often he brushes or flosses, that candy will do it every time (we have since drastically cut back). So anyway, this story is to share with you all, the hilarious event of the actual filling.

So I take Dylan in back and he's throwing a fit, I mean serious. I took away his little game pad thing and he wasn't happy. So I took him to the backroom and I put him in the chair and he's screaming and crying and grabbing the arm rest and all that while the chair starts to lean back.

Well I'm thinking, wonderful, I'm gonna have to sit in the chair and hold him down, not my idea of a good time, especially when doing a filling, I'm afraid that he'll move while the drilling is going one and get a hole put through his cheek and all that. So the dental assistant comes in and says "it's okay mom" as I'm trying to hold him down. The other dental assistant comes in and they put a mask on his face, and he's still screaming, and they say no problem, he's still inhaling, well in a matter of second, his screams turn to insane giggles, I shit you not, he was like the fucking Joker. Now let me tell you a little back story. Lately Dylan has been walking around telling Mike and I "D.I.O." he'll tell you, mid sentence "I said D.I.O" and naturally we have NOO idea what that means. So back to the current story, as Dylan starts to laugh like a total lunatic, he starts telling the dentist " I said D.I.O" and so the dentist thinks he wants a song and proceeds to break out in a 7 or 8 verse version of old McDonalds, so he can E.I, E.I.O. Well Dylan is CRACKING up and BOTH mike and I are laughing so hard we're crying. There actually must have been a leak in the tube or something, cause we were ALL laughing at Dylan, he was high as a kite. SO after his filling, he's still laughing and sayin "D.I.O" and we get him up off the chair and he INSISTS on walking. (we didn't think it was the best idea, but...) so he starts walking down the hallway, and runs into the wall like 4 times, starts walking sideways like a drunk guy doing a cop's line walk. and then he thinks "hey lets RUN" and BAM right into the door... As much as it pained me to watch, I had to laugh at my Drunk kid. And he goes back on Thursday for another one (the dentist only wanted to do 1 or 2 so he wouldn't be afraid of him) and if I can, I'll record it and figure out the way to post it, cause its hilarious. the way I exploit my kids, lol..

Slim 'n' Fit.......a training document.....

So, I was up late one night watching TV in my room when one of those "too good to be true" infomercials comes on.

This infomercial in particular was about a product called the "slim 'N' lift"

Now, if you've never seen this product, let me tell you pretty much what it is. Its a pair of stockings that go all the way up to your boobs. you put it on, and it goes from your knee to your bra, basically, its meant to "squeeze" you skinny. your guaranteed to lose 4-6 inches off your waistline. So I watch this infomercial, and I gotta tell you, I'm impressed. So I go to Amazon and I order 2. No big, its amazon, I paid 7 each. SO I wait about 3 days, kinda excited to wear my anchor blue jeans again. I got them today. I won't tell you what size I ordered, but let's just say I ordered according to their size chart.

So I open it and its is TINY. So I figure thats normal, its meant to squeeze you skinny right?

well, I put it on and it didn't even go up to my KNEE!

so I'm bending over and getting all sweaty, and I stand up and look in the mirror and I'm BRIGHT FUCKING RED from the waist up, arms, chest, face, everything, from the lack of bloodflow to the bottom half.

okay, so wait, it gets better.....

I take out the nail clippers(who keeps scissors in their bathroom? Not Torri)and I clip a little slit into the top inseam to loosen it so it will go up my thunder thighs.

NO, so I trim it more

Still nothing. not even an inch higher.

There is another inseam in the middle, thats meant to go across your gut to suck it in, so I cut THAT inseam

after SERIOUSLY 20 minutes of pulling this thing over my thighs I get it past my thighs. ONLY TO BE STUCK AGAIN.

This time, under my ass. Now my ass was looking good with this tight little body stocking squeezing it up all firm and high and shit.

yeah, won't go past my ass

so I cut MORE inseam. finally I get it up over my ass, 15 minutes later and pull it to my just under my chest, but can't get it to fit in the crotch right, so I have this saggy crotch of stocking down to my mid thigh. Then I look in the mirror, um, yeah, the SLIT that I cut on the second inseam, it tore a hole in the stomach part of the stocking, so when I look in the mirror, NOT ONLY did it NOT suck in my fat rolls, it made them worse, AND, I had a huge CHUNK of FAT sticking out of this hole. Just a small golf ball sized buldge portruding out of this stocking, bright pink stretch marks and everything.

So then I can't breathe, my fat is bulging out of a hole and I have a saggy crotch. So I take said nail clippers and I have to CUT MYSELF out of this body sock.

My Anchor Blue jeans are obviously staying in the closet and now that I've mutilated this body corset, I can't return it.

Moral of the story is?

Keep a pair of scissors in your bathroom