Journey to Mee-dom

I'm sorry. I have had a rough week of sinus obnoxiousness. It started last Friday and I thought it was better by Sunday, so on Monday I went to hot yoga and that evening I just filled up. I actually thought my teeth were falling out of my head. The rest of the week has been painful to say the least. Rest and recovery. It's such a hard concept for me to grasp now-a-days. As a kid (and even still today if I were possible) I liked being sick because it meant attention. You require help and love from those healthy enough to provide it, and when they did you sure knew they loved you. It almost eliminated the fact that you were sick, all the love and attention. "Poor baby", "oh honey, let me get that for you". Well let me just say...this isn't the case when you're a mom. Who looks after mommies? Daddies have to work and if you are sick, likely your kids are sick too and that means that they probably got the daycare provider sick also - so here you are - s...

Pre-Blog note: Someone farted at hot yoga tonight. No one laughed or even said a word. No one yelled out "oops" or "sorry" even! I mean I know yoga is a serious practice, and farts happen no one should be ashamed... but come on, it was a fart! We were created to fart so that we can laugh. It hurt me inside to let a fart-laugh moment go by. This may offend people who don't find farts funny...I feel sorry for you. Luckily we weren't in this position... Before I begin, I'd like to say that I went in and bought new yoga/work out gear FINALLY. Just before class I went in to..dun dun dun...LULU LEMON. Ahhhh! Yes I did it, but I found something so perfect that it only took me 5 minutes and it was on sale! So win win. I felt so damn good I almost wore high heels into the class. I also may have strutted. Pants that I could pull up HIGH without a camel toe, to tuck in the twin-belly but so comfortably so the top wasn't rolling down over it the whole time, and ...

I fell in love with myself. In the mirror. At hot yoga. Yes. It was surreal. Let me just walk you through the turn of events here. I have gone to Bikram, and really I don't like the dictator military style of it. Different kind of suffocating heat as well, not infrared. (Sorry to all you bikram lovers this is just my opinion remember). I also have always claimed to not like yoga. I would say it's too slow for me, I like bootcamp and hardcore stuff. However, Heather E. convinced me to come and try it with her. I was nervous, I really didn't know what to expect - it was power yoga. "What the heck is that?" I kept thinking in my head, are we going to use weights? So I walk in, and of course there are people there getting into their yoga zone, laying still on the floor in the heat. So I followed suite and got down and into what I was hoping would be a lovely meditation. Just then, my mind started spinning out of control. So I remembered all that I know about meditati...

Sigh. I just got the mini's into bed and finally got a chance to sit down in my bath robe to write. I'm full, but a healthy happy kind of full. I'm proud to announce that my eating habits have been improving this week! I have to admit to something though - I have big motivation. Although it's only two and a half weeks away I am going to be sitting in the sun with some friends and I would love to feel proud to sit in my bathing-suit. Now, this means so many things. First, I don't anticipate nor do I want to lose some outlandish amount of weight in two weeks BUT I do want to feel good about my progress/body. Second, it would be nice while I'm away to be able to "stay on track" instead of figuring that I am already not "really" doing well so what's another few days of bad food. And last, I really needed a fire lit under my mom-ass. So there you have it. Plus, I'm not really into this look... I also have BIG news. I quick drinking coffee ...

Igor. That's who I feel like when I run. Sloppy, uncoordinated and limbs flailing all over the map. Frothing at the mouth, googly eyed and unpredictable. I catch glimpses of a passer-by that confirm clearly wondering if I need assistance or a straight jacket. I guess that's what happens when you try to run 30-40 lbs heavier than you were last time you were an avid runner. It just doesn't "flow". It's such an effort in every single part of my body, but I haaaaave to keep trying. People say it'll get easier. I believe them even though I want to scream "LIAR's" in their face. Of course it gets easier, so easy to say after you make it over the hump. But I love them for whispering these sweet nothings in my ear about how wonderful I'm going to feel. Make love to me with you passionate stories of marathons and triumph. Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhh! Today Heather E. pushed me and I did love her for it, in a sick twisted kind of way. When I would start to wan...

I'm sticking by the whole "just get your running clothes on" and getting out the door becomes easy. It's the first step and the hardest but once they are on you might as well go. Today that was what did it for me. It also caused me to realize that I have the crappiest work out gear and that an 80's-aerobics-enthusiast would even turn their nose up at my selection. If I just go get some stuff that fits properly and feels good that could help big time. My muffin top doesn't need any extra assistance from a pair of spandex that only a tween volleyball player should wear. Laying on the couch thinking about getting dressed scares me (commence whiny voice) "how long it's going to take and how hard it's going to be?", but once I have my gear on - I seem to stop over-thinking it and tell myself to just go - do your best. Everything is easier once you just get going. It's like that even with writing my blog. Usually, when I sit down to write I th...

Part I: Feeling a little rough today. May have had one too many drinks last night and not enough water, but I'm going to go for a hike regardless. I am feeling like dump so I know it's the only way today. Yesterday I was so close to napping again instead of going for a walk, but I did it. The only thing I can do in those situations is find a friend to walk with (Thank you Kelsey S. I loved our walk) because I love spending time with other awesome women and that is my motivation in those moments. (Right now I can see my reflection in the computer screen and the angle is giving me a lovely view of my double chin. I'm actually concerned that I didn't notice it was this bad? Is the computer screen playing tricks on me? Sad face.) Anyway, yes walking with amazing women. I just want to take a moment to recognize all the wonderful ladies in my life. Walking and running has allowed me to spend a good solid hour (even if we have our kids or dogs) getting some quality time, talki...