Perusing Pinterest

If you’re like me you peruse through Pinterest looking at awesome recipes, crafts or organizational tips to pin to your board and in a weird way you feel accomplished after you add it to your collection. “I’m totally going to paint my fingernails to look like peacock feathers but first I have to make a bow and arrow out of dental floss and a q-tip.”


I think we like Pinterest so much because it helps us visualize the type of person we want to be… stylish, fit, uber organized. I don’t know about you, but I rarely take the time to actually make the recipes or organize my tampon collection but the thought that I just MIGHT do it someday leaves me feeling satisfied.

This has been my crutch in weight loss. I don’t mean to brag but I do have a pretty amazing imagination or I’m just extremely delusional . This means I have no problem envisioning what I would look like if I had six pack abs or wore underwear to workout in that showed off my perfectly round, shiny, sweaty butt.

workout panties

But if my before pictures have taught us anything it’s that I should NEVER workout in my underwear… just kidding. It teaches us that it’s not enough to just pin things to do for a later date. In order to live a fulfilled life you have to actually DO them.

On that note, I made a recipe that I had pinned on my Pinterest board and it was divine (Yes, girls from Texas are allowed to use that word). It was so pretty I had to take a picture of it.


Yeah, yeah… so I’m not a food blogger and I don’t have a big fancy camera but the food on that plate is a masterpiece. It is called Chipotle-Glazed Roast Chicken with Sweet Potatoes Butternut Squash. (I didn’t have sweet potatoes) I can’t tell you how yummy this was. The sweet, smoky, spicy combo blew my mind and to tell you the truth I think I’m going to have to stick to the butternut squash on this one because it tasted like candy with a slight kick… and we all know I love my candy.

Give this recipe a try or better yet make that mini bow and arrow… now that, my friends, is an accomplishment.


The Starting Line

First, let me say that I was super motivated to post this because I couldn’t stand seeing my side view “before” picture glaring at me as soon as I opened my blog. Yuck!

Second, this post may very well exhaust you so carry on with caution.

Third, I’m awesome.

Today was the first day that I actually did what I was supposed to do. I ate great, I worked out and I stayed motivated even if things weren’t working out the way I would have hoped. I started the day off with some veggies and eggs, then I made this awesome chicken harvest soup  for my family to enjoy for lunch and then… oh wait. Do you hear the tires screeching?

My husband, Brent, decided that he wanted to eat a McDonald’s McRib sandwich for lunch instead of soup because, “it’s only available for a limited time, you know.” He’s telling me this as he’s driving home from the gym where he just got done training a couple who are trying to lose weight, mind you. He’s a firefighter in Breckenridge but on his days off he is a personal trainer and crossfit instructor. He’s been working tons of overtime at the firehouse and is completely exhausted. This has prompted his inner fat kid to take over.

I proudly declined the fast food and stuck with my soup. Seriously, it’s so good! Check out the link. (Don’t forget the parmesan cheese rind and you can skip the quinoa if you don’t have any)


Originally, I was hoping to be able to go to the gym by myself when my husband came back home from work. (I had to pee while holding the baby yesterday because she’s teething) Seriously? This momma needs some space. But then I realized how exhausted he was so I decided to take Penelope, my 8 month old, with me. I usually go to the gym in the mornings when I actually go in between naps but I was making the soup during that time so I decided to go in the afternoon. I packed her diaper bag and made sure the daycare workers would have everything she could possibly need and drove across town. I was starting to get pumped up for this “me” time that I really needed. As I started to walk into the gym I looked through the windows of the daycare and it was strangely dark. Then I realized… today is Saturday, the day care closes at noon. Dejected, I packed Penelope back into the car (she was more pissed off about it than I was) and drove home.

I wasn’t going to let this get in my way. So I bundled Penelope up, dusted off the jogging stroller and went for a run around my neighborhood.


Technically, I ran where the sidewalk had been shoveled and walked where it was snowy. Pushing the stroller through the snow actually turned out to be a pretty good workout.

Dinner time came and Brent decided that soup didn’t sound good for dinner either. He and Bridget (my 10 year old) decided together that pizza was the way to go. I would normally argue because I like getting my way. But Brent has been at the firehouse for days on end, including Christmas Day and Christmas Eve. If he wants some freakin pizza I’m gonna get it for him… “don’t forget beer!”.

Honestly, I think I volunteered to pick up his beer and pizza so that I could have a few moments to myself. I ended up standing inside of Pizza Hut far longer than is good for the olfactory senses of a woman who is trying to lose weight. It smelled so good! I could feel my resolve waning. I got the box and not only did he order pizza but he ordered cinnamon sticks too. I had to smell it all the way home. Brent and Bridget dug right in as soon as I walked through the door. I didn’t feel like eating soup again either, but I had to wait until I put the baby to sleep before I could even think about making my dinner. But it wasn’t quite her bedtime yet so I just held her and stared at them stuff their faces. I had no idea what I was going to eat. I was contemplating eating a piece of peanut butter toast. Then I opened up the freezer to put away the soup and found Sante Fe Chicken. Yay! I ate it over chewy brown rice with fresh scallions and cilantro and topped it off with creamy avocado and a bit of cheddar. It was a perfect way to end my not so perfect day.

When do you feel the most motivated? The very beginning of a program or in the middle after you’ve seen some progress? For me, getting started is the hardest part.

Good News Bad News

Good News

I’m not really sick anymore and I got to workout again…finally.

Bad News

My quads shiver and shake every time I walk down the stairs or squat down to pick up something for the baby. But then again that is also… Good News!

Good News

I got a lululemon hoodie for Christmas! I love it, it’s black and white striped with a little bit of hot pink.

Bad News

It won’t zip up because I’m still a bit on the large and in charge side. BUT it will fit me in a few months and it still looks good unzipped. Plus, it’s warm and sassy looking which I love.

That will be all from this installment of… Good News Bad News!

The strong and the weak

Have I mentioned to you that my husband is not only a super hot firefighter but is also a crossfit trainer? If you don’t know what crossfit is google it, you’ll be amazed.

Anyway, a few of his clients are actually really good friends of mine who end up working out alone and they are always begging me to workout with them. Since having the baby I must admit I’ve been a little intimidated to just jump back in there. It wouldn’t be so bad if I’ve never been in shape before. But I have and I’ll know just how far I’ve fallen.

I’m not scared of what my friends think of my lack of fitness. I’m scared of my husband. I don’t want him to see me like this. (He really doesn’t care but I do). I finally broke through that mental barrier and went in. I’m always amazed at how great I feel while doing the movements and lifting heavy weights. Yeah I’m carrying a good extra 60 pounds of fat but I can always feel the lean machine from within. I feel so STRONG! I was doing so great. I started waking up at 4:30 so that I could go to the gym in the mornings before the girls woke up and I was joining my friends in their crossfit workouts and then….

I caught a cold.

Let me tell you, nothing can make you feel more like a wimp than getting a cold. It started in the roof of my mouth just aching and I got that yucky tired feeling. You know, the kind that pisses you off because you just simply don’t want to be tired. Before I knew it I was suffocating in my snot. My husband’s rule of thumb is that you can keep working out if you just have a head cold but the moment it falls into your chest you should just give it a rest. This sucker moved from the roof of my mouth up to my nose and eyes and through my ears and finally nestle all snuggly in my chest. It morphed every day. It’s been a week and I’m finally on the mend. Poor Penelope is sick now but she’s such a smilie girl she makes me look like an even bigger wimp. Regardless, I’m ready to get back into it.