Diet Hiatus

I haven't done so well on the diet front this past week, it's so hard for me to get back on track when I've been out of town drinking, eating bad and missing sleep.

Tomorrow I'm back on it hard core. The birthday celebrations are over and I have no more excuses for false starts. I haven't weighed this week, I'm a little scared, to be honest. Maybe I'll get on the right track for a few days and then weigh in.. I so don't want to see a 5lb gain!!

Hooked up with an old friend that has started going back to spin classes so I'm planning to go with her this week, I've missed spin so much! It's the only exercise that I actually get lost in. LOVE. IT.

Goal this week:

Maintain my 6lb loss by the end of this week
Work out 6 days

Here we go!

The Recovery.

It's no secret that at the ripe old age of 37, I can't party like I used to. Well, let's rephrase. I actually can party like I used to (there are pictures to prove it,) it's the recovery that gets me.

The girls and I headed north to Nashville this past weekend for 2 days filled with drinking, shopping, eating, drinking and well, more drinking. We got home at a decent time on Sunday yet I'm still struggling to catch up on my beauty sleep.

The weekend was absolutely perfect, we had some great food, we were able to sleep in, we got hit on by dudes, we made fun of dudes, we made up stories that dudes were so stupid they believed. The beer flowed like wine and the live music provided a great soundtrack for our weekend.

Thanks to the ladies that called in favors and left their little one's behind to celebrate my Birthday Month!

Now, who's next and where are we going?

Yummy Dinner at Rose Pepper Cantina. Best margarita I've ever had. Seriously. 

When they turn on the house lights, it's time to go.

Nashville, Here We Come!

Since it is still my birthday month - some girlfriends and I are leaving for a girls weekend in Nash-Vegas. Yip Yip Yippee!

It's been a week of snot, coughing, missed school, cancelled appointments, incredibly long waits at the Doctors office and massive ear infections leading to cranky not feeling well kids. 

I can't even begin to explain how excited I am about getting away for 36 hours.

Diet be damned. I will eat yummy food and drink yummy adult beverages until I'm good and drunk, because I don't have to get up with kids at 6am the next morning.

Yip Yip Yippee!

Dear Jacks, Call Me!

14 Days does not a Diet Make

So this is the point in each and every diet where I get frustrated that I haven't lost every single pound I've set out to lose. It may have taken 2 years to put on, but 2 weeks should be more than enough time to lose it all back right? Of course!

If only it were that easy.

I know, I know. It takes time and 2 weeks is just barely scratching the surface.

I had lost 7 pounds, gained back 2 and lost 1 more for a net loss of 6 pounds in two weeks. Not shabby when you average that out to 3 pounds per week. In a month that would be 12 pounds and would put me under my first goal of 140, I don't think I'll maintain that pace but putting it in perspective helps motivate me  to keep going.

I'm eating healthier than I have in a long time and have been working out regularly for a solid week (baby steps, people.) So, I know that losing this weight the healthy, slooooooow way will be better in the long run. No gimmicks.

Must.Keep.Going.

P.S. These PINK Method workouts rock! I *heart* them immensely!

Mortification: The Definition Of...

I'm about to tell you a story. The events that took place are all true, no embellishment or exaggeration needed.

A Mommy walks into a Verzion store with two, 3 year olds in tow. She asks, begs, warns, bribes them to be on their best behavior while the Sales Guy switches out Mommy's old pee'd on phone for her brand new shiny one.

The promise of lunch and play time at a Chick-fil-a playplace hung in the balance, and the girls behaved swimmingly for the entire 45 minutes they were in the store. After a quick run by the bank the happy trio were on their way to claim their reward. For the children, playtime in a climate controlled, let's say for all intents and purposes, clean play area. For the Mommy, fairly uninterrupted time to eat and play with her new phone. Everyone would win.

Unless...

10 minutes into playtime one of the 3 year old's shit her pants, diarrhea style in the middle of the playroom.

One might think that's mortifying enough, not this family! This family likes to take it one step further, they like to push the boundaries, because a kid shitting their pants in an indoor playroom is not exactly new or original.

While many 3 year old's would be content to poop their pants and go on about their merry way, this 3 year old is nothing if not thorough by feeling the need to check and make sure that she did indeed make a mess of her pants in front of a room full of her peers. How? You might ask. By pulling her pants down in front of the glass windows (ass facing the entire restaurant) to check. How else, silly?

Once confirmed, she pulled her pants back up, like a champ, and met her already mortified, couldn't- get-to-her-child-fast-enough-when-she-saw-what-was-happening-Mom at the door with "Mommy..... I pooped in my pants, but I don't want to go home now... Do we have to leave?"

Needless to say the Mom in this story who may or may not have hidden out in the bathroom for approximately 30 minutes before making her walk of shame through the restaurant, will never be able to show her face in this undisclosed Chick-fil-a again for a very, very long time.

On the bright side, the new tortilla soup is actually pretty tasty.

The End.

Wordless Wednesday: Party Hard, Crash Harder

Before

After: The only thing missing was her "blow"