Inspire Me Healthy- Week 382

Or just like week 6.

It just may or may not feel like that is how long I've been working towards getting healthy. And by "working" of course I mean complaining.

Details, details.

If you read this post yesterday, well, sorry.

I know it's good to voice my thoughts, that's what this whole blog thing is about. But I hope I didn't bring anyone down. It was very uninspiring. But I did get some very sweet motivating comments. So sorry I'm not THAT sorry. 

Today, I've got my plus size cheerleading uniform on and I'm ready to be inspired. This linkup always provides that so I'm ready.

I even have a little cheer prepared.

Rah, rah, ree

kick 'em in the knee.

Rah, rah, rass,

I need a smaller ass.

{cartwheels, toe touches, and other girly jazz handish things go here}

Follow the linkup to find some bloggers that are a little lot more inspiring than me!

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Vomit....

That's how I feel today.

No, I'm not sick.

Well, not physically. Maybe mentally.

Ok, that sounds kind of bad. I'm not mental, I swear.

I guess it's just a bad day.

If you know me, you know that I obsess over my weight.

I was thin {well, athletic} in high school and I thought I was fat.

I was thicker after I had kids and I thought I was fat.

If only that girl from back then could see me now......

The most frustrating part is, I know what to do. I know how to do it.

And I do do it. I eat right. I work out. I stay focused. I can resist temptation like a champ.

And then I get pissed.

Cause I'm not skinny suddenly.

I know I will probably get comments on this like how I have to be patient and I didn't get fat overnight so I'm not gonna get skinny overnight and blah, blah, blah.

But IT'S JUST SO DANG FRUSTRATING.

I'm pretty sure my husband would give his left arm for me to lose weight cause he knows it would make me happy.

He loves me the way I am, but I'm pretty sure sometimes he wants to tell me to just shutup about it already! {Love you husband.}

I wouldn't blame him.

I get annoyed with my obsessiveness too sometimes.

I have an all or nothing personality.

I am either doing great on a diet or I'm eating like a 400 lb sumo wrestler. Please give me a pizza covered in chocolate with white cheese dip on the side and a mocha frappe to drink. Hold the water.

I think my problem is that I seriously talk myself into a new mood.

I can get super pumped and think I'm gonna be a MILF by {insert any random future date here} and then 5 minutes later I am telling myself that eventually I want to have a baby so why torture myself now with dieting. It's a never ending battle.

What's that you say?

I'm a schizo?

It's possible.

Does the medicine that you get for that make you lose weight?

Cause I'll try it.

The moral of the story is I HAVE GOT TO GET SERIOUS.

LIKE SERIOUSLY SERIOUS.

I can do this. And I will do this tomorrow.

***Please report back again tomorrow to see if my mood has changed AGAIN. And smack the candy/junk food/whatever the crap is currently making my butt bigger outta my hand. Thank you and good day.***



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Weekend Update

Any weekend that ends on a Monday night is fine by me!

I LOVED having the extra day to spend time with my family this weekend but it makes it that much harder to get back into the real world this morning.

Friday night was Tennessee's first football game.

Woo.Hoo.

Can you feel my excitement?

{We interupt this marriage to bring you football season.}

No, but for real, I'm good with football season.

I LOVE going to sporting events.

I'm just not a TN fan and my husband is.

And so now are the girls.

They like to rub this in which is why when I went for a run friday afternoon, I got back to a house decorated with TN signs.

They put them all over the house, including the microwave, the fireplace, the walls, the doors, and even outside on the brick wall.

Wasn't that a fun idea?

At least the girls got a good giggle out of it.

Saturday morning we were completely lazy.

Just the way I like it.

I took the girls to get lunch at McDonalds and Alex whined for like an hour because her fries were tiny.

I just kind of ignored it because, well they are girls and they whine a lot.

But then when we got home and she showed them to me, I had to bite my lip not to laugh. I mean her fries were freaking tiny.

I made her take a picture and FH told her to hold a quarter up to them so you could see how tiny they are.

{It took us like 10 minutes to get them to understand what the quarter was for. I'm still not sure they got it.....}

I'm not hating on McDonalds for making their fries smaller.

For goodness sakes, they are responsible for half of America's obesity. lol But I just wish they would have warned us or something!

We planned for a great Saturday night.

We were going to take the girls to the Memphis football game.

{Yay! Go Tigers!!}

While I am not a TN fan, I am a HUGE fan of everything Memphis Tigers so I was excited.

The girls thought we were going to a TN game so they were excited too. Then somehow they got in their head that we were going to a Memphis basketball game. Then when they realized it was football and that it wasn't TN, they decided to not go. They spent the night with my mom instead. So much for a fun family outing!!!

And once they backed out, it was too late for FH&I to participate in any grown up tailgating.

We had fun anways!

Not to mention, I wasn't really a fan of the outfit that I had on.

I had to get ready really fast since we were running late.

So what does my fabulous husband do?

He drops me off at Old Navy so I can pick out something new to wear while he takes the girls to my mom's house.

The man is the greatest, I tell ya.

So, not only did we suddenly have a kid free night, but I also got a little shopping in and a cute new outfit. Win, win.

FH, in return, got a happy wife.

We may or may not have smuggle a few things in with us to the game.

Yes, that would be my makeup bag.

If you look closely, you will also see my umbrella.

This was a bigger ordeal than you would think.

You see, apparently, umbrellas aren't allowed in the stadium.

BUT we didn't know this until we had walked like a mile to get there.

You should also know that this little umbrella of mine is a great umbrella. You push a button and it pops up and I swear to you, it took me like 5 trips to Target to actually buy the thing.

{Because who really wants to spend money on an umbrella when it's not even raining?!}

So, anyways, they gave us the option of taking up our umbrella or we could "hide" it where a bunch of other people hid theirs.

Needless to say, I pitched a mini fit.

I did not want to give up my umbrella.

So, we "hid" it.

Then FH went back out and got it and threw it over the fence to me.

Mission accomplished.

You should know that I don't do things like this.

I swear, as he was throwing the umbrella over, I was picturing myself getting cuffed by the police and sent to jail for smuggling.

But all was well, and I had my umbrella.

Once again, how awesome is my husband?!

Sunday, we had a family get together for FH's mom's bday.

Then we went to Chuck E Cheese because we did NOT want to spend tons of money at the fair.

We always have great fun at C.E.C.

One of my favorite games is Deal or No Deal.

And somehow, the girls were dressed like twins.

That never really happens.

Then it was on to Cici's Pizza.

Because CEC pizza is disgusting.

This is what a fat kid's plate looks like at a buffet.

No, that wasn't mine.

Although mine looked pretty similar.

This girl, once you get her started laughing, it is impossible to get her to stop. I'm not even sure what she was giggling about.





Alex said she "Got her bling on! I'm engaged!"

Monday was spent doing pretty much NOTHING all day long.

The girls went to hang out with their Dad all day

and I spent the day reading my book.

It was great to just read and read and eat and read and read some more and eat some more.

{It's safe to say I was horrible on my diet this weekend.}

I am reading Gone Girl and it's so good!

Although it is making me think about getting killed and such, it's really keeping me on edge.

My favorite line of the whole book:

"Oh, here is the rest of my life. It's finally arrived."

Because that's how I felt when I met my husband.

All together now: Awwwwwwwwwwwwww!!

We ended the holiday weekend with a little bit of volleyball practice and some potato soup.

It was my first time making it and it was a success!

I know this because Kate said: "Mom, you should definately blog about this!" And made me take her picture.

{You know you blog too much when.......}

And now, onto the short work week.

I could REALLY get use to this!!

Happy Tuesday homies.

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Dear, Dear Friday

Dear Friday, I'm so glad you're here. But I'm equally pissed that it is my busiest day of the month at work.

Why does that have to fall on a Friday?

I'm also pretty pissed that EVEN THOUGH it's the busiest day of the month, my boss took off work.

Oh don't worry, I'll make sure EVERYTHING gets taken care of.

{Sorry, I'm just a little bitter this morning!}

Moving on.

Dear husband, when you tell me that you are going out to cut the grass, and I see this:

well, most wives might think you were trying to get out of doing it, but me? I'm proud.

The main part reason we have kids is so we can put them to work.

I'm just excited that you discovered that we never have to cut the grass again. {Stay tuned for pictures of them doing more household chores since I'm going to let them do it all.}

Dear Honey Boo Boo's Momma, you are a hot mess.

You make me feel like Mom of the Year.

Yet, I continue to watch you.

And I'm making you a rich redneck by watching the madness, but well, what can you do?

She's laughing all the way to the bank with that nasty forklift foot. {Vomit.}

Dear Big Brother, Holy Heck I love you. And I would honestly try out for your show if the husband wouldn't freak out when I mention it.

Poor Britany went home...I just hate it and I could feel her pain.

Dear blog readers, apparently I'm obsessed with reality TV.

{I have no life.}

No, but really, I'm just obsessed because I love train wrecks.

They make me feel like my life is amazing.

And that I'm a stellar person.

Dear believers/prayers/readers, could you say a tiny prayer for my family? All jokes aside {only for like half a second}, I am willing to chop off my left arm and my right arm to find my husband a day job.

I need him to sleep next to me at night. Cause who else is gonna chase after robbers if they break in the house in the middle of the night?

Not me, that's for sure.

His night job at the local strip club is going to be the death of me.

Although, I will have to learn to sleep on my side of the bed if he actually does get a day job.

Dear 5 o'clock, are we there yet?

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Inspire Me Healthy- Week 5

Do you want to know the best motivation ever?

Friends.

Like real live friends, internet blogger friends, facebook friends, twitter friends {even though I still can't force myself to love twitter}, and last {but FO SHO not least} instagram friends.

Gosh, I feel cool with all these virtual friends.

{Insert Brad Paisley's song "I'm So Much Cooler Online". Ha.}
#mymomthinksImcool

So back to the point.

I love all my internet peeps.

You know why?

Because I sure as heck don't want to upload a pic of me looking like a fatty. And I don't want to write a blog about working out and then go sit my fat butt on the couch. Well, okay, I want to do that one, but I know it will get me nowhere.

I haven't lost much since last week.

And by "much" I really mean none.

Details, details.

I'm SLOWLY becoming a healthy person though.

I choose low carbs like a lifestyle nowadays.
I love to sweat.

I try to get my daily exercise in always.

And I am learning that every single thing that I eat counts.

No more of this "it's just one tiny piece of candy" or "it's only 4 lbs of honey mustard, what can it hurt?" business.

The moral of the story is, I'm still inspired.

And I'm pretty proud of that.

You know why?

Because normally after a couple of weeks of being inspired,

I fall off the wagon.

I decide I'm fat and happy and that's okay.

Staying on the wagon this time.

And hoping to take up less room on that darn wagon too.

Now, let's get started working on week 6!
Did I mention I love this linkup?

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So What Wednesday

So what if I could barely move this morning. I still got out of bed and did the 30 Day Shred with Jillian.

So what if she drives me batty. Her workout video still really really works.

So what if I needed to run yesterday afternoon, but I cut the grass instead. I still got exercise. And since it will be raining this weekend, I won't have to stress about it.

So what if my kids had dinner before going to softball practice last night but were still hungry when they got home. That's what Ramen noodles are for.

So what if I fed my kids Ramen noodles. They need to learn to appreciate the finer things in life. I'm only trying to prepare them for their college years. Plus I fed them their 2nd dinner for only $0.33.

So what if instead of getting onto K for eating her noodles with her hands, I took a picture instead. It's not like anyone was there to witness her lack of table manners. We weren't even at the table.

So what if it's only Wednesday. This weekend is a holiday weekend and I'm off work on Monday. Woohoo!!

So what if I'm frustrated with my diet. I'm not giving up. I'm just going to work harder.

Happy Hump Day homies! :)





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Motivated Like a Muther

Some days, I'm motivated like a muther.

Put mac&chz in front of me, no problem. I'm not interested.

Would you like a Dr Pepper? No thanks, I'm trying to quit.

Raining outside? I'm running anyways.

And then some days, I just want to sleep in.

It accomplishes nothing to sleep in.

But you know, sometimes I'm tired.

Sometimes work is tough, and the girls have sports the night before and I just like to have myself a mini pity party and tell myself I deserve a few hours of sleep. Seems extrememly rational at 5AM.

That my husband loves my curves so why am I worried about them?

That I'm already married so I should just relax, it's not like I have to get all fixed up lookin' hot and try to score me a date at the club.

So I should just sleep in {until 6AM}.

Insert pesky husband here.

And the funny part is....he knew he was taking a risk by saying this to 5AM me. He knew I could possibly bite his head off for telling me to get off my arse, but he did it anyways. Why? Because he knows I feel 100% better when I get up and workout. He knows that if I want to accomplish my goal of being a MILF getting in shape, then sleeping an extra hour helps me none.

And also, he knows sometimes I need an extra push.

And for me, I like to make him proud because we are lovey dovey newlyweds.

So, when he made it home from work this morning, and slapped me on the butt and told me good job while I was on a date with Jillian Michaels, it made me happy. And so did my workout.

Much happier than an extra hour of sleep would have.

So, what are you waiting for?

Why skip that bread or mac&chz if you aren't going to work out like heck too?

Happy Tuesday homies!

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