Did you say Peanut Butter?

So this is a very funny story. I'm almost embarrassed to type out the words, but it's one for the records, so here goes...

Cole is a healthy normal little boy, curious about his body and knows he has a penis. Now, he is not the type of little boy that is pulling on it or putting his hands in his pants or anything. So a least there aren't any issues in public (knock on wood it stays that way). But, he does enjoy laying down on his toys and, well, humping them. (Cole please forgive me for telling this story, I love you!)

At night he takes a bucket to bed with him. Yes a bucket. I would've thought something soft and plush, but I'm also not a boy so what do I know? Well, he doesn't like to go to sleep without his bucket and had been doing this for about a month when he told me his penis hurt.

"What do you mean it hurts?"

"It's sore, Mommy. I hurt my penis."

"Ok. Let's go to the bathroom and show me where." Well he pulls his pants and underwear down and there is a red rash down the underside of his penis. Inside, I'm freaking out, what the hell is that? Oh my God, my poor baby boy! Will I have grandchildren some day. HELP!

So I call Alex to get his opinion. He laughs and tells me to calm down, I guess he could see the terror in my eyes and knew my worries. He tells me to put some vaseline on it and tells Cole he needs to lay off the bucket for a few days. Alex explains to me, it is like intercourse without lubrication. OH, DUH! Why didn't I think of that.

The next day comes and he tells me his penis is still sore, so I take him in the bathroom and put more vaseline on it. It's healing well and will be fine by tomorrow. He says, "Mommy, will you help me pull my underwear up? I don't want to rub the peanut butter off."

WHOA! Did he just say Peanut Butter. My mind flashes to his preschool class where they pray everyday and have devotion. Yes My Mommy puts Peanut Butter on my Penis. Next scene, Mommy is pulled away in handcuffs.

"Son, did you just say Peanut Butter? No, I would NEVER put peanut butter on you honey!"

"No mom, I don't want to rub off the PEE-NIS butter." Ok is that really any better than peanut butter? Yikes. I just need to walk away from this conversation....

Where has time gone?

So it has been 5 months since I last posted! Can that really be? I think it's pretty funny that I was talking about the twins learning to walk, even posted a video showing Sean standing. Poof! Five months have passed and here I am. It barely seems like a week. Just little bodies underfoot, everywhere I turn. They love going in opposite directions. They have their own little twin language, which if I had a translator for would be something along the lines.

"OK, she can't catch both of us. As soon as we are out of the van, let's make a mad dash. I'll go left and you go right. Ready, Set, GO!!!!! RUN!" Holding my hand? Oh forget it! Sean would rather roll around on gravel with his shirt over his head, than hold my hand. (ask me how I know that, go ahead. I dare you.) Another favorite is getting into tiny places that I need to move furniture if I really want to grab them, like behind the couch. That is where they have their planning sessions. It is a full out conversation and they understand each other, even if no one else does.

Cole, oh my gosh, the honesty of a four year old. I'll save those for another post. Yes Cole has turned 4 since I last blogged. Back in July, did he have a birthday party to tell you about? Oh yes, at Gymboree. Sorry, I think I had more to tell you about it, but was just interrupted. Cole is walking around with a bucket on his head and walked into the wall. Can you believe he hurt his knee doing that? I thought it was perfectly safe to walk around with a bucket on my head.

Good news for Alex - his job mapped over to Wells Fargo Advisors. So he will keep his job! Oh, yeah Alex and I each had a birthday since then as well. Not really a big deal....It's not like turning 4, you know. Well, speaking of time it has taken me about 2 hours to write this much from the constant interruptions. I will write again soon, promise. I have so many funny stories that I need to write down before I forget them.

Has it really been 2 months?

As a friend pointed out to me recently, it's been 2 months since I last blogged. It feels like just 2 years, not 2 months. Cole turned 4 last week and the twins are into EVERYTHING! Time is flying by so quickly, I can barely keep pace. Right now, I have the twins trapped, I mean contained in their highchairs watching this DVD set we got: Your Baby Can Read. They love it. To be honest, I am not trying to teach them to read, just talk. If I hear "Unh!! Unh!" one more time I might snap like a twig. If they learn to read, well that is just a bonus.



Cole, like I said, just turned 4 and his mouth doesn't have an off switch. He talks non-stop for hours. Sean has figured out how to get around the cabinet locks.

Oh my gosh, invisible...

Cole is learning The Pledge of Allegiance. I want to catch it on video, so I want to wait for him to be in just the right mood. I don't want him to say it too much either and realize the correct words. "...oh my gosh, invisible, with biverty, and Justin for all." Too cute!

He is starting to get a sense that he really is a big boy. When we are out and about, he'll walk by people and kind of do the head nod and say, "Hay! How's it going?" and if he sees a toddler, he'll walk over and pat the child on the head, "Hay there, Little Fella!" I am just amazed by him everyday, not to mention proud. He uses his big voice and will ask, "Excuse me sir, I would like 2 cookies please." He says it so clearly and confidently, with complete manners, strangers just give him whatever he wants. I look at him and wonder where did he get all this charm from? He loves to take strangers by the hand and walk them over to the stroller to show them his babies. "This is Sean, and this is Katie" and then proceeds to answer questions about what a big helper he is to Mom and how he loves his babies.

Yesterday at coffee when we were leaving, he walked over to his playmate, Ella. Gave her a big hug and kiss and walked off. Stopped as if he forgot something, went and tapped her on the shoulder, "Ella, I love you! Bye" I am going to be in so much trouble!

(Sidenote: Yes I have tried talking to him about the dangers of talking to strangers. His response, "But Mom, I LIKE talking to people!" Please Lord, keep him safe!)

What in the world is wrong with me?

Olivia and I started our Survivor Diet yesterday. We each had our cup of rice and 4 shrimp. We had the shrimp all planned out for the week and yesterday, I drank about 120 oz of water. Olivia, may have drank about 60 oz, which is really good for her. Today we have had our rice and are saving the shrimp for dinner. She is at work and Alex and I watched Slumdog Millionaire (which is an awesome movie and worthy of all the accolades it has received). Well after watching the movie I thought about my recent trip to Sam's club and all the food I just bought. I thought how people in this world are legitimately starving, and here we are doing it for fun?!

Well as I am sitting here feeling guilty and thinking about all of this, she texts me and asks if she can watch her boyfriend eat (to spend time with him.) I told her, she needs to eat with him. I am not going to encourage her to starve herself and I am eating. She said she is going to do it anyway without me, but I am taking the shrimp and rice and making Jambalaya instead.

I think I had one of those instances where I realized I am the adult and need to be encouraging healthy behavior. Plus I can't let all that chipotle hummus go bad. *evil grin*

Survivor Mania

I have been trying to look at my personality objectively, and have come to realize I am an obsessive person. I don't think I am Obsessive-Compulsive, just Obsessive (contrary to whatever previous blogs have said!) I have found a get really obsessed with an idea, a tv-show, food, hobby and am like a dog with a bone. I just won't let it go. I found if I fight it, it takes longer to get over; if I go with it, I can move on faster and have a few weeks of calm without having an obsession. Some recent examples: Forums on MomsCharlotte, exercising, needing to get pierced, Facebook, YoVille, Texas Hold'em, my blog. So what does all of this enlightenment have to do with Survivor? Here it is...

Alex, Olivia and I have really become obsessed with Survivor (Ok, I have and am forcing it on them). I have been getting previous seasons from Netflix, so we watch Survivor almost every night. I had this crazy idea last night of going on a Survivor Diet. Well, Olivia being a typical teenage girl latches on to the idea. So we have set up a plan and it goes into effect tomorrow.

We each get a cup of rice and 3 oz of protein, plus drinking 100 oz of water a day. We are going to set up 'mini-challenges' for ourselves, and the winner gets an extra 2 oz of protein at dinner. We are both so excited about it. We are going to weigh ourselves and do this for a week. Neither one of us expect to keep whatever weight off that we lose, but think it will be fun to see what the contestants put themselves through on a small scale (plus the comforts of a bed and shower). Hopefully I won't be too lethargic and will be able to keep you posted on our progress.

Alex, is not joining us. When we told him about it and just shook his head, (he knows we are crazy). He asked will there still be food in the house for him and the kids, and I said Of Course! So he just shook his head again, OK crazy lady...enjoy your bone!

Mama said there'd be days like these...

Some days the whining and crying can just wear me down, the dog is underfoot, the laundry is piled up and dust bunnies are procreating well, like bunnies. But then there are days like today, Venus is aligned with Jupiter's shadow and Mars is rising in Venus' eclipse or something or another. All I know is today is golden, and I want it to move a little bit slower so I can savor it.

Everyone in the house woke up in a great mood, we got out the door on time and are on schedule. I just laid the twins down for a morning nap. I just opened the gate and they were happy to race up the stairs to the cribs. Sean is playing with his feet jabbering away. I believe he is telling Katie a bed-time story. She is listening with her undivided attention. Earlier Katie was following Bandit around the house laughing and giggling. Sean then thought it would be fun to feed Bandit a bottle of milk and Katie was hand feeding him her cereal. Cole was dancing to the Imagination Movers and Katie was trying to sing and dance with him.

I know the dust, laundry, and dishes should be bothering me, but I'll get to them a little later. I just want to enjoy my children today. Funny enough, I just realized my own shirt is inside out! Good times, good times. I think Cole and I are going to snuggle up on the couch with a big bowl of popcorn and watch a movie while the twins are napping.

Herding Cats

It just didn't seem right to mix the 2 blogs together. I have all kinds of news about the kids. Let's see. My babies are walking! WALKING! Have you ever heard the expression, "Herding cats" Well that is what chasing 1 year old twins around the house is like. I have gates up all over, it is just for containment. Alex wants to take the gates down so the twins can learn to navigate the stairs. He reminds me Cole was up and down the stairs by 10 months. So I remind him, there were two of us to chase 1 child. Now it is 3 children. 3. Are you nuts? We have three floors in our townhouse and the main living area is the second floor. So while 1 child is going up, one is going down and the other is in the bathroom doing only God knows what. No! I NEED containment for my sanity.

Yesterday was Olivia's 17th birthday. Crazy. We are getting letters in the mail from every college and university in the country it seems. She is driving (learner's permit now - license next month), she has a steady boyfriend and is getting ready for Prom. She got her hair highlighted and is starting to tan in preparation. This weekend we'll start shopping for Prom dresses, which I am so excited about. I may be more excited than she is!

Cole is as precocious as he has ever been. The other day, he and Alex were walking down the stairs and he looks out the front window. "Shit! It's raining!" Then he goes to the back door and looks out, "SHIT! It's raining here too!" I am so glad that it was with Alex, I think I would've laughed so hard it would've just encouraged him more. He now understands that is a word we don't say, so he keeps reminding Daddy, that is "not very, not nice."

The video of the kids walking is about 5 minutes, so I chose a 30 second video instead, just so you could see how cute they are!



Well at the moment, I can smell a stinky diaper so I need to go herd the cats...

Did you really pierce your tongue?

Has it really been a month since I last Blogged! Shame on me. Just shock and disgust...well, okay...I'm not going to go that far but I should at least have my hand slapped and be put in time-out. Yes! Time-out! Please may I have a Time-Out! I'll sit very quietly on the naughty-stair for 35 minutes. (You know, 1 minute for every year old that you are.) Ah, silent bliss....one can dream.

So looking back at my last blog entry, I named it Mid-Life Crisis. HA! That is funny, see about 2 weeks ago I went and got my nose, tongue and belly button pierced. I thought Alex was going to flip his lid when I got home, but surprisingly he liked it! He thought I was just going to get my nose pierced. I knew if I told him I was going to do the others, he would've either talked me out of it or at least do one at a time. The next day, I decided if I could take all those then I was going to put a second set of holes in my ears. I got an old set of piercing studs out of the jewelry box and did it myself. I'm done now. Everyone keeps asking if I am going to get a tattoo next. No. Never wanted one. They are too permanent.

Now, Olivia recorded me getting my tongue pierced. I am going to try and add it to the blog - hopefully I won't have any issues.

Watch at your own risk!!

Mid Life Crisis?

On the way to school today I was pondering what makes a mid-life crisis. Amy, who is still in her 30's is a little spooked that a friend her age just became a grandparent. As I was telling Olivia about it, she was shocked. "That would have to be, like, two accidents at, like, 18 or something!" Well, yes it does happen.

So I was just rambling about my thoughts aloud. Olivia was doing her make-up so I didn't really think she was paying attention anyway. But she is, and she told me not to worry, my kids are way to young for this to happen to me. (Really? Are you sure? Do you need to think about that some more...She is so literal sometimes, I just love it) I must've given her a look because she added on, even her Mom won't becoming a grandparent anytime soon!

So on this train of thought, I'm thinking about how Alex and I have lost our Moms and a dear friend, Hank, his Mom passed away two days ago. I realize we are at the age that this starts to happen. People who mean the world to us, are passing. How can this happen? I always thought the complaining about aging was about the aches and pains you get as you grow older, the loss of memory or incontinence. I'm starting to believe that is just minor. The pain you feel of losing your family and loved ones, and watching friends go through the same thing, that is what is really hard about aging.

Getting in touch with old friends on Facebook has just confirmed that. In the past month Alex and I have each had old friends who have lost their spouses. One was sudden and unexpected, the other was a slow progression due to Lou Gehrig's disease. My heart truly aches for both of them and their children. We are way too young to be losing spouses. This just can't be. I mention maybe this is why people have a mid life crisis. I start to realize Alex and I are old enough for this stuff to happen.

Olivia graciously offers to help me get through it, if I am indeed having one. So I humor her and ask like getting a tattoo and piercings? (She has been begging to get her belly button pierced.) She says no tattoos, they are too permanent, but piercings can be removed if we don't like them.

Cole pipes up from the backseat, "Lee-la, you are not-very not-nice to my mommy!!! You nee-ed to get a tattoo with her!"

Olivia and I laughed so hard, Cole got mad at us because he was very serious. I just love three year olds!

#21 Daddy's Girlfriend

I have had a lot of feedback regarding my previous post of "What is your favorite thing about Daddy? His Girlfriend."

Just to clarify, I am Daddy's girlfriend! Cole has been talking about boyfriends and girlfriends for a few weeks. He asked me to be his girlfriend and to marry him when he grows up. I explained that I was Daddy's girlfriend and we are already married. I told him what a great kid he is and he will have an easy time finding a girlfriend.

He has already moved on. He has decided he wants several girlfriends. He still misses Rory, his first girlfriend from Preschool, but he now has Ella and India. I generally have coffee every Weds morning with friends and he gets to play with the girls. And I cannot forget to mention, his true girlfriend, Jenna.

Jenna is one of Olivia's best friends, 17 and driving and loves Cole to pieces. Cole will often ask Olivia to call Jenna so he may profess his love. I just don't want Jenna's boyfriend to find out. I know he wouldn't stand a chance against Cole's charm and good looks!

So sorry it isn't more exciting, but I am Daddy's Girlfriend!

Kid Questionnaire

Kid Questionnaire
Ask your child(ren) to answer the questions and type their answers in.
Tag other moms with older kids who might have fun with this. :)

Cole - age 3.5


1. What is something mom always says to you?
"No!," silly

2. What makes mom happy?
Dinosaurs

3. What makes mom sad?
Crying.

4. How does your mom make you laugh?
You tickle me.

5. What was your mom like as a child?
A little kid like me.

6. How old is your mom?
Three.

7. How tall is your mom?
Big.

8. What is her favorite thing to watch on TV?
Diego. (???)

9. What does your mom do when you're not around?
Fart. (??!!)

10. If your mom becomes famous, what will it be for?
Poor Mom. I like you, but nope.

Mom, I love you and I like you, but that's enough questions right now. I'm a little busy. (As he's taking a bath!)

11. What is your mom really good at?
Nothing.

12. What is your mom not very good at?
You're just not very good.

13. What does your mom do for her job?
You bam, bam, bam and fix things.

14. What is your mom's favorite food?
Lunch!

15. What makes you proud of your mom?
When you take me to the park.

16. If your mom were a cartoon character, who would she be?
Cosmo (Fairly Odd Parents)

17. What do you and your mom do together?
Play at the park.

18. How are you and your mom the same?
We're life. ( I think he was saying we're alive?)

19. How are you and your mom different?
You're different when you're mad.

20. How do you know your mom loves you?
Because I love you and I'm happy.

21. What does your mom like most about your dad?
His girlfriend.

22. Where is your mom's favorite place to go?
The park.

Let them eat cake!!!

If you have bad news, you'd better tell me today!

So, I have been working out every single day. I do weight training twice a week, and cardio every day. If I can't get to the gym for cardio, I make sure and get outside and walk. I wear my heart monitor so I can set my pace right.

Well, Tuesday, I had a dentist appointment for a check-up and cleaning. I mentioned how my crown has been bothering me. It has been giving me an earache and sore throat type of feeling. Well they scheduled me for a root canal immediately. So I found myself at the endodontist yesterday morning getting a root canal instead of the gym. Unfortunately that was the only time I had to work-out. The twins had their 1 yr check-up with 3 shots each after that. They have been cranky, fussy and running fevers ever since. They just want me to hold them. I know that is normal and to be expected, but man I really missed my workout. I am on edge. I think I have gotten addicted to it. With them running fevers, I can't take them to the gym's child watch. So I have to wait until Olivia gets home from school, so she can watch the kids for me. I am just clock watching until it's time to pick her up. I guess this must be how a junkie feels when they need a fix. If it wasn't so freaking cold outside, I put the kids in the wagon and go. (Can't really use the stroller for all three, and Cole just doesn't like the speed walking thing.)

The good news is even though my jaw is sore from the root canal, it stills so much better than the earache that I have had for the last 8 months. I had been to about 5 different doctors trying to figure out that damn pain. Not one suggested I go see a dentist, that maybe it was being caused by a tooth. Oh well. At least between working out regularly and the pain gone, I feel about 10 years younger! I actually feel so damn good, I can't even be mad.

Oh. I have also hit a plateau. Betsy told me it would happen, but it also still sucks. I still feel so good, I can't be mad about it. TMI ALERT: As if the root canal and the twins shots weren't enough on the same day, I also started my period. What do I do? Instead of being upset, pissed or hormonal, I am tickled because I actually had a normal 28 day cycle. I don't think I have ever done that in my life. It has got to be the regular exercise and diet.

So I guess if you want to piss me off, today would be the day. I'd probably just laugh it off anyway.

Am I a Masochist?

Working out with Betsy is a little like Sadism and Masochism. You know, S and M, but without all the leather and bondage gear. I think she may get a little too much enjoyment out of my pain. Oddly enough, I keep going back for more. I noticed she watches my face intensely for a reaction when she shows me a new exercise to do. I must be very expressive, I know she is secretly trying to kill me and it must show. She has me doing exercises that I didn't know was possible for my body to do. I have got to say though, she really, really knows what she is doing. I have been giving it my all and I have lost 5 lbs already. (Yeah me!)

With the kids being sick this week, I wasn't able to get to the gym for cardio and have been doing it at home in the evenings. I still made my sessions with her and obviously it has been effective, but I missed going to the Y everyday. It makes me feel special and worthy when I go (queue Dana Carvey.) The time, it's all about me. Plus, I'm guaranteed to get a shower, which in a normal day is no small feat!

Back to Betsy, I know how tough and intimidating she looks. She could kick my butt in a heartbeat. (Wait, she already does. Twice a week, at that!) But underneath the toughness, she is a very genuine person. What you see is what you get. I absolutely adore her.

What is that smell?!

I have come to a conclusion. I am responsible for too many booties. Six to be exact, two of them I don't wipe but I do still have to pick up the poo: Cole, Sean, Katie, Bandit, Princess and my own. 6! I realized this because it is on my daily checklist of things to do. Making sure everyone has pooed for the day, and if not breaking out the apple juice or fiber bars.

"Mom! Come wipe my booty!"

"Cole, you need to learn to wipe it yourself."

"I can't do it!"

"You can, see you take the tissue like this and wipe from front to back. See, it's that easy."

"Mom. There is still poo on my butt."

"No there is not. Pull your pants up, flush the potty and wash your hands."

"Mom. There is poo on my butt."

"Cole, bend over and touch your toes. See, there is no poo on your butt and if you are going to be that critical of my butt wiping skills, then you really need to be wiping your own booty!"

Honest Scrap

So I have been tagged for a meme! I must say I am truly sorry to the others who have tagged me before, that I am responding this time and not when you tagged me. I wasn't trying to dis you. (Do people still say dis?) I just never knew what meme's were before and didn't know how to respond/participate. So I am with it now, I think? (dis, with it... I'm trying to hard, aren't I)

Helene at I'm Living Proof that God has a Sense of Humor tagged me! This is what it is:

a) first list 10 honest things about yourself - and make it interesting, even if you have to dig deep!

b) pass the award on to 7 bloggers that you feel embody the spirit of the Honest Scrap.

Let me dust off my brain and find something interesting about me.... Umm. Nope nothing....Okay some random facts will have to do....

1) I hate writing! Yep. Crazy enough, even though I blog for therapy and am now blogging on 2 sites, I hate writing. I have always thought of myself as a math person, and fear someone is going to call me out for the phony that I am with "this blogging thing."

2) I learned how to Rock Climb to get over my fear of heights. That is when I learned, I'm not afraid of heights. I am afraid of falling. BIG difference, especially when you realize it 200 ft above on a ledge that is about 2 inches deep, just big enough for your big toes.

3) I love the way Alex smells. I love it in the morning when he first gets out of the shower. It a mix of soap, toothpaste, shaving cream and his cologne. I love the way he smells after he has been outside working up a sweat and it's just his scent coming through, even without deodorant. I just breathe him in whenever I hug him.

4) I have a crazy ant phobia. I can handles spiders, snakes, whatever. Ants put me over the edge. I try to hide it in front of the kids, since it appeared I was passing on my crazy to them. There are pictures of me at 3 years old stomping on ants. I have always had nightmares about being smothered by ants and eaten alive.

5) I don't chew gum anymore. If I do chew a piece, I have nightmares about it that night. I think it goes back to when I had braces and it would get stuck in my braces. My nightmares are usually the same. The gum is stuck in my mouth and I can't get it out. I'm trying to talk and no one can understand me. As I pull the gum out, it gets stuck in my teeth and as I pull it out, it grows bigger and bigger.

6) I love chaos. I always thought I was a 'neat and orderly' type person. I'm not, I just didn't know myself very well. I have 3 young kids, my teenage niece, 2 dogs and my husband. I love when we have friends and family over and it really gets so chaotic then. You can put me in the kitchen cooking for everyone with the kids running around and underfoot, and I am happy as a clam. (hmm, are clams really happy?) I've have been trying unsuccessfully for fish or a bird. It is just too much for Alex. I think I have him at his breaking point already.

7) I feel guilty when I have any 'me' time. I have started working out and I have my blogs. I feel selfish by having these. I know they are a necessity to keep me sane so I have something to give, but I feel guilty none-the-less.

8) I like things even. Almost a little OC about it. If Alex gives me a kiss, I need a second one to make it even. Or if Cole kisses me on the cheek, he has to kiss me on the other cheek too, to be even. Even numbers and even sides. I want another baby so the family will be even, (Alex thinks I am totally nuts for that one!).

9) Confessions: I, sometimes, take the batteries out of toys that are really loud and obnoxious and tell Cole the batteries are dead or the toy is broke. (I like chaos? Didn't I just write that?) I sometimes move the clock up 10 minutes, so I can get Cole to bed if it's been a rough day.

10) I talk alot. I love to listen to others and about their lives, but I am afraid if I ask too many questions, I am prying. I don't know how to get people to tell me more about them, without seeming like I am playing 20 questions. So I sometimes start off a conversation about myself hoping they will turn around and talk about themselves. This doesn't always work, and I feel let down. I think that is why I love reading other people's blogs. They are sharing their lives with me. I love it!

I'm tagging:

Sara My Sippy Cup Runneth Over

Supermom The Adventures of Supermom

TwinMama Bringing Up Twins

Staci Momma's Gone Over The Wall

Denise The Not-So-Secret Life of Reagan's Mom

Maryanne ~When no one is around to tell~

Andrea Monkey Monkey Underpants

Here are the rules for the recipients:

1. Put the logo on your blog or post.

2. Nominate at least 10 blogs which show great Attitude and/or Gratitude!

3. Be sure to link to your nominees within your post.

4. Let them know that they have received this award by commenting on their blog.

5. Share the love and link to this post and to the person from whom you received your award.

Mean People Suck!!!

Why do some people just feel the need to tear others down. Is that really how they makes themselves feel good? I know I always feel terrible when I may have said something to hurt some one's feelings.

Today was the big day! My picture of my FAT self was posted in the paper. Now before you go saying, "Ugh, there is another person putting herself down." That was the point of the article. It was a 'before' shot. I am working very hard on the 'after' shot. But being that this is the technical age, of course the pictures are online too, where dumb jerks have got to make their comments and make you feel bad. I'm not going to let it get to me.

I know the reason I am fat, fertility drugs, twin pregnancy, not eating properly and not exercising. This is not an excuse, it is a statement. The first year with twins, you put yourself on the back-burner. Right or wrong, it happens. The important part is realizing you are not taking care of yourself and doing something about it. So for all you "Anonymous" people out there making degrading remarks.....Put up or Shut Up!

Motivated!!!

I am waiting for the twins to wake up from their nap and just feel so motivated! I have so much on my to-do list and I am ready to tackle it. I had my first session with my trainer today. I was so nervous last night worrying about this morning. I could barely make myself eat, but knew I must. Will. Need. Energy. Crazy. Trainer! So got the kids dressed, fed, Olivia to school, myself showered (yes before I worked out! can't go in there and sweat when you already stinky!) and was there by 8:15 this morning for an 8:30 session. Wow I did it! Now just to work out!

Whoops, should've brought my cell phone with me. Trainer Betsy called twice this morning to let me know the renovation isn't complete and there won't be any equipment to work out on. Hmm. Slight problem. Well the staff called her since I was there, and Betsy, so sweet, came in and we did a health/medication assessment and talked about my food journal. So I didn't actually work out, per se. But she told me not to worry, we will still fit all of our sessions in this week. (GREAT! Can you hear the sarcasm dripping in my voice? No, well it's there. Trust me.)

Well at least I am motivated to take down the Christmas decorations (seriously!), clean out the van (annual chore. how old is that fry?), and go grocery shopping. That is grocery shopping at 3 different stores, thank you trainer Betsy! I guess that is her plan for making sure I get all my cardio in. Send a lady with 3 small children to 3 different stores, PLUS the regular errands....

New Year's Revolution

Happy New Year! Oh wait, that was yesterday's news. Along with a New Year, comes the "New Year's Revolution." Yep, you heard me right. Revolution! For me, this year, I can't just resolve to lose weight and get healthy. I need a Revolution; blood, tears and sweat will abound. The battleground will be the YMCA and I will follow my fearless leader, Betsy. She has fought this battle before, she has won the war herself and many have followed in her path. I am just the latest to fight the Revolution. I am grateful to have a skilled leader to follow. I, like so many others, have fought the battle and lost. I realize I will still be the one fighting the battle, but I hope having Betsy there to show me the way and give me the encouragement I need, I will win not just the battle of losing weight, but win the war to being healthy again. It is the biggest gift I can give my family.

I start training on Monday officially. I think I have my mindset ready. I look at everything I put into my mouth as energy. I need to make sure I take in enough energy, but take in too much and I'll be on the treadmill forever! So Alex, do me a favor please? Would you finish all the Christmas chocolates around the house so I don't have to look at them anymore?