I'd rather be a Last Minute Mommy

So, I'm finally done!

Not that you knew I was even working on it.  (And by "I," I mean her.)

But...I have a new blog!

It's like this site, only, more... um.... me.

Less posting for other people's gain.  Less posting about stuff that doesn't matter to me.

More crass.  More upfront.  More frequent.  More awesomeness.

Go now.




P.S...I'm not sure what's going to happen with this blog.  I'm keeping it for now.  I might keep posting, might not.  Yep, that's about all I know.

I'd rather list 5 things, 7/16/10

Happy Friday!!  I'm joining my lovely friend (and the birthday girl) Ms. Trayce at Yours...Truly Trayce for another Five Things.  If you want to join in, simply tell us 5 things about you, and link up!

1.     I love movie theater popcorn.  I once went into a theater just to get the popcorn.  It's bad, ya'll.

2.     It took me weeks upon weeks to come up with a semi-decent bucket list.  Why?  Either I have no imagination or I'm just really content.  I think it's a combo of both.


3.     I love my girl friends, but none of them live within a half hour drive of me.  :(


4.     My fingernails are paper thin.  I will never have long, hard, gorgeous nails.  Sniff.


5.     I find the words guacamole and avocado fun to say.  I frequently use them for no reason but just to have the syllables roll off my tongue.  Guacamollllleeee.  Aaaavaaaacaaaadooooo.  See? Fun.

I'd rather be mingling 7/12

Howdy Minglers and visitors of all types!  It's been a crazy around here - summer strikes again.  I can't really tick off a list of what all we have been up to, but nevertheless, it feels like I never have time to do much blogging.  I'm barely even on twitter these days.  But now I have a few weeks of reprieve as my girlies have a bunch of summer camps coming up.  Lucky me!  I'll probably still neglect my blog, in favor of my new obsession - prepping and reading about BlogHer 10!  (If you are going, please mention it in the comments, I'd love to say hi in person!)

But, since I had some free time (after my lesiurly stroll around the grocery store - in which I had the time to actually think/remember my old Monday routine of vlogging) I figured I'd jump back in the loop.

Also, about the whole plastic surgery thing - to clarify: I do not - in no way, shape, or form - feel as though I am perfect.  I'm not knocking it if you feel it's good for you.  It's your body, do what makes you feel good.  I just don't want to mess with genetics and come out looking like Heidi from the Hills or Michael Jackson.
Just Sayin'.

With out further rude comments on my behalf...

Thanks for stopping in.  As always, feel free to click on the button above and join in on the mingling.  It looks like Speedy is encouraging us to check in often, so it's never to late to add a vlog!  Plus, it's super easy.

Just do it.

I'd rather eat carbs at LA Boxing

Here's a tip:  LA Boxing is really freaking hard when you aren't eating carbohydrates.

I had a personal training session on Tuesday - which just happened to be the second day of my low-carb diet.  I was doing fine, for the most part.  I didn't feel too slow, didn't feel to overworked.  Then, the suicides came.  Those lovely drills where you run back and forth, going farther each time, touching the floor before you run back to the start to run again.

I hate suicides.

Seriously.  More than my dislike for crunches, push-ups, and running all put together.  They wear me out.  They make me feel like, at best, a clumsy old turtle.  I slowly run back and forth, just hoping that I won't fall down and roll over onto my imaginary shell, left with nothing but to sound like that old lady in those "I've fallen, and I can't get up" commercials.  It's that bad.

So on Tuesday, Donte says, "Okay, we're gonna do suicides, and you'll do a punching combination at the end."  I looked at him (like I do 75% of the time) with that "Whachoo talkin' bout Willis" face.  He laughed, and said he was going easy on me. Instead of sprinting to every heavy bag, he was letting me sprint to every other bag and instead of doing a punching combo after each sprint, I was going to do a combo at the end of a set of sprints.

That made me feel a little bit better.

(No, I lie, it didn't.  But, I told myself it should. And I knew that Donte doesn't give me stuff that I can't physically do.  Pushes me, yes, but not so hard that I die.  So there was that: I wasn't going to die.)

So, I sprint (very loose use of the word "sprint" here) the first leg, then back to the start.  Everything is fine and slow dandy.

Then I sprint the second leg, feel really unsteady when I touch the ground, but still sprint back to start.

In the next leg, things get a little hazy.  After this last sprint I was supposed to do the combo.  I'm pretty sure I did.  Pretty sure.  Then I was supposed to run back to the start.

Yeah, that definitely did not happen.

I hit a wall.   A big, brick, immovable wall.  And I hit it hard.

When you are working hard, sometimes this happens.  Frequently, because I am not the fittest boxer in the bunch, I have to take a breather for a few seconds before I start working again.  During this session I'm sure I had to do this.  We were doing a lot of weights and ab exercises.  Sure I was pushing myself -- after all, my ab's still hurt, 4 days later, when ever I sneeze -- but it wasn't like I was running up and down the steps for the whole hour.

The problem?  No carbs.  I usually have to eat a full breakfast - whole wheat bread, fruit, and some protein - before I go to boxing.  But with this diet, I couldn't do that.

Not. Smart.

I gave this low (no) carb thing one more try for my Friday boxing class, and the same thing happened.  Worse, in fact.  I barely had enough energy to finish the class, and I even came in late!  No more.  Lesson learned.

Boxing = hard work = need fuel = need good, healthy carbs.

I've never been so excited to eat a slice of toast in my whole life.  Mmmm, toast.

I'd rather list 5 things I love about LA Boxing

Today you get a "Five Things" post and an LA Boxing post, all wrapped up in one.  (Five Things is a meme created by Trayce, in which I simply tell you 5 things about me.)

Ohhh, LA Boxing, how I love you, let me count the ways...

1.  You provide an hour of "me" time, at least three times a week.  Yes, I count sweating buckets as "me" time these days - a girl takes what she can get.

2.  I have gotten the first "Hey!  You are looking thinner!" compliments (from anyone in my family other than my awesome Mother-In-Law) since possibly before I had my last kid.

3.  I can lift my 8-year-old over the railing and into her loft bed while she is sleeping with out the fear of giving her a concussion on one of the posts.

4.  Apparently I have arm muscles, and the tiniest hint of ab muscles - who knew!

5.  You have showed me that I can keep going.  I can hold that plank, I can keep hitting that bag, and I can do one more rep.  That is worth more than I can say.

Happy Friday, ya'll!  Now, either join us and blog your own "Five Things" or go hit the gym!  I'll let you choose. 

I'd rather get the job done.

I have a new confession.

I haven't been to the gym in a while.  I've missed yoga.  I've been unable to go to boxing.  I was even too sick to make it to my personal training session last week.

There have been sick days, yes, but also busy days, stressful days, and previous-commitment days.  Every kind of day.  Every kind of excuse.

I wonder if I still could of gotten some kind of workout in?  I probably could not have made it into the gym, but I could have a least done some kind of workout at home.  I didn't have to go on a gym-free binge, that's for sure.  (Thank goodness, at least, for the no-eatting-out rule.  Because, if it weren't for that, I probably would have gained some ridiculous number.)

And where am I now?

Still the same weight I was two weeks ago.  Probably not as strong, having less endurance.  And most of all - I'm afraid.  Afraid to go back.

Tomorrow I see my personal trainer, and I think I might literally go in cowering.  I know he won't give me too much sympathy.  And why should he?  I've fallen down on the job.

Working out is my job.  Eating well is my job.  Being a heathy role model for my kids is my job.  It is my responsibility, my duty, to do these things.  No one else's.  I can't blame anyone else when the job doesn't get done.  And although I am the one that pays the majority of the consequences, it affects others as well.  I'm more cranky to my husband, have less energy for my kids.

Tomorrow, I go back to work.  I clock in, and pay the price for skimping out on my job.  It will probably suck. And there will definitely be a lot of sweat - maybe some mild cursing.

 But I'll be there, getting the job done.

I'd rather list 5 things, 6/11/10

I have a bloggy buddy, Miss Trayce, over at Yours... Truly Trayce.  She has been running a little meme called "Five Things" every friday for a while now.  Recently, my other buddy, Veronica (of All Things Veronica) has jumped in on the list making.

Not to be a follower - although, I'd follow those ladies just about anywhere - but I figured I'd join in this week.

With out further ado, here are five things you may not know about me:


1.  I can't stand cilantro.  Seriously, it makes me gag.  It's nasty, nasty stuff that I avoid at all costs.  I have tried to get past this issue, and it's impossible.  It's not mental, my taste buds truly can't do it.

2.  I have really big big-toe.  Well, that's what I thought, until last year, when my podiatrist told me that it wasn't the big toe that was freakish, it was that the second toe was miniature.  Either way, me = weird toes.

3.  I love roller coasters.

4.  I love logic puzzles.

5.  Potty humor makes me laugh.  A lot.  Yes, I am juvenile like that.

So that's it.  Five things you wish you never learned.  Until next week!