Week 18 Weigh-in


Have you ever had one of those nightmares where you are being chased by a bad guy and your body just won’t move fast enough to get away from him?

I have.

I’m kind of living it.

Yesterday I woke up feeling great, not a complaint in the world. When Penelope went down for her morning nap I decided to make those chicken meatballs that I posted earlier in the week so that I could have an awesome post workout meal.

I reached under the oven to get my cookie sheet and felt a little twinge in my back… no biggie.

I wiggled around to try to find the sore spot so that I could stretch it. I barely hunched forward and felt a much sharper pain.

“Great” I thought, “I shifted something and now I’m all out of whack.”

I was supposed to meet Brent at the gym to do a little workout. If I could just get him to pop my back I would feel great and I could carry on with my workout.

When I got to the gym he tried to pop my back but it wouldn’t budge. He told me to skip the workout and go to the chiropractor. He would keep Penelope for me. I called every chiropractor that we knew but no one was available. I was in a hurry to just pop this sucker back in to place and carry on with my normal day.

I finally found a place that does walk-ins… SCORE!

I went in and everyone was super friendly. I got on the table and as soon as the adjustment was over I could hardly get off the table. I was trying to stand there while he was talking to me about coming back in another two days but I could feel tears welling up. I couldn’t stand up right. I wobbled out of there wondering what the hell just happened.

As I tried to make my way across the parking lot my back kept threatening to go out on me. I didn’t even think I was going to make it to my car. As soon as I got in the car I started bawling. I was in SO. MUCH. PAIN.

I made it home and could hardly get out of the car. It took me so long to make it inside the house that I had lost it by the time I opened the door. I couldn’t stop crying.

Brent didn’t know what to do with me he had no idea what had transpired since he last saw me one hour earlier.

I tried to lay on the floor to relieve the pain but it just got worse. I tried to get back up… it was a ten minute struggle with me screaming the whole time.

I called my friend Tara a physical therapist to come over and check me out. After her assessment she was pretty sure I had a herniated disk. The whole twisting popping thing isn’t really the best thing to do for that.

Tara and Matt, watched helplessly while I writhed and screamed trying to get into a less painful position. I had made an appointment to see my doctor but I couldn’t stand up right without screaming. My body was giving out on me. I tried to crawl to the door because I had to see my doctor… I needed relief. By this time my head was throbbing and my whole body was shaking. I thought I was going to pass out from the pain.

Tara called the doctor and explained that she was my physical therapist and that I was not able to make it to the appointment due to the amount of pain I was in. He called in some muscle relaxers and some pain meds.

I had to wait two hours for the pharmacy to fill them. With the help of Brent and Matt I was able to sit on the couch and wait. I couldn’t do anything on my own. I tried to go to the bathroom but cried when I couldn’t get off the toilet. Brent had to come in and help me and I cried harder out of embarrassment.

With the help of my hardcore meds I was able to sleep through the night. When I woke up this morning I was paralyzed with fear and had a severe case of cotton mouth. I didn’t want to move, not even to get a drink of water.

Once I got up I found that I was able to move much easier that yesterday. I looked in the mirror and you could tell I was jacked up. My left hip is jutted far away from my body like I’m trying to be sassy. It hurts to sit. It hurts to look down at things. I can’t pick up my baby. I can’t put on my pants. I can’t cook my food. I’m basically screwed…  all because I didn’t use proper form to pick up a cookie sheet.

Luckily Brent is home for the next few days.

I did however manage to weigh myself for the blog. Although, I had to keep my clothes on.

The scale read 196.8.

That’s a good number but I honestly don’t care. I just want to be normal again. I will never take my health for granted ever again.

With that being said I am going to go back into my narcotic haze and try to find a position that doesn’t kill me… and stay there.

Hope your Friday is better 🙂

Day 2 of the 10 Week Challenge

Uncle Ben and Aunt Stacie left today…. boo. BUT they also took our snacks with them… YAY!

For a last hurrah I took them to Toast for breakfast. They were planning on leaving while Bridget was in school so we woke up early and went before we had to drop her off.

I ordered a veggie omelet and green tea. I made sure there was no cheese involved. The waiter assured me that it didn’t come with cheese anyway. Needless to say, I would have never ordered it unless I was doing this challenge. However, I was pleasantly surprised… it was delicious!


Everyone else ate my potatoes and Penelope snacked on the toast and a few of the veggies I picked out of the omelet. I did accidentally eat a pinch of the toast   out of habit. You have no idea just how much you eat when you feed a baby. One for you… one for me… one for you… two for me…

We ate at about 7:30 and I was satisfied until noon. I normally get all jittery and need to snack somewhere in between.

Once Ben and Stacie left I put Penelope down for a nap and ate my lunch outside. It was my dinner from last night that I couldn’t eat because I felt weird. I have no idea what my problem was because it was super good today.


I love butternut squash and onions roasted in balsamic vinegar and olive oil. You know it’s good when people walk into your house with a pizza in hand and stop in their tracks to tell you that your alternative dinner smells yummy. I ate it with left over grilled chicken and baby greens tossed with a little more balsamic vinegar. I never just put vinegar on my salads but I liked it a lot so this may be a new trend for me.

Penelope got hungry for dinner around 4:30 so I snacked on carrots and hummus again but got bored pretty quickly. So I switched to ham slices and pickles halfway through the snacking session. Then I got the brilliant idea of wrapping a slice of ham around a mini pickle and dipping it into the hummus… it’s my new favorite snack. I didn’t take a picture of it because I was feeding Penelope at the same time and she has a tendency to try to jump out of her high chair if I turn around for more than 3.2 seconds. Plus, we were in a hurry to get Bridget to swim team practice.

I still had grilled chicken left over that I could have eaten for dinner but to be honest I was getting pretty tired of chicken. I had no idea what to eat for dinner but threw an artichoke in the steamer because I love artichokes and thought it would be good to snack all while I watched a little TV tonight. (I never ate it. I was too full from dinner.)


While that cooked I scoured through the fridge to see what else I could whip up. That’s when I saw the cherry tomatoes shoved in the corner threatening to go bad on me.

Then I created my own recipe… I never do that!

Sauteed Tomato Basil Shrimp

Warning: The skin on some of the tomatoes got a little tough.

Additional Warning: It may be wise to never eat anything that I made up on my own.

You’ve been warned.

I sautéed 2 cloves of garlic in 1/2 tbsp of olive oil on medium heat until fragrant. Then I added the tomatoes (sliced in half) and sautéed them with the garlic until they just started to get a little wrinkly.


Once the juices of the tomatoes started to release I threw in a pound of shrimp and cooked it until the shrimp was no longer opaque and started to curl in. It was the quickest meal ever.

I threw it on top of more baby greens with balsamic vinegar. (I told you this was my new thing.)


Oh and I can’t forget the fresh basil! My little basil plant has finally recuperated from being mauled for the roasted tomato soup and basil fontina chicken grilled cheese sandwiches I made about a month ago. I plucked the crap out of her… I wasn’t sure if she was going to make it.

So, I know what you’re thinking… Nina! Tomatoes are actually a fruit. (I know that’s not what you’re thinking but just play along.) I know they are fruit, but they don’t count as far as this challenge is concerned. Why? Because I made up the challenge and I can do what I want!

No, that’s not true…

I based this decision on the meal plan Kelly made for me not too long ago. She let me have tomatoes so I feel confident that it is okay. She also told me it was okay to eat meatloaf at night even though it usually contains some breadcrumbs. She said the amount of breadcrumbs dispersed throughout the meatloaf would not amount to much in one serving.

Today I feel great! Although I am concerned with how neurotic I am getting about what I’m putting in my mouth. I am determined to successfully complete this challenge! If it makes me weird that that’s just the price I’ll have to pay.

I will say that I do look forward to Friday when I can stop taking pictures of everything I’m eating, it’s pretty tedious. I am also super excited to see what happens on the scale.

Two days down three more to go… and then nine more weeks of the challenge. Whoa! Let’s just take that one day at a time.

Day 1 of the 10 Week Challenge

Yesterday I told you I would report what I ate from now until Friday during the strictest portion of the ten week challenge.

From today through Friday I can’t eat sugar, dairy, bread, potatoes, pasta, rice  or fruit. Basically I’m limited to meat, vegetables, nuts and legumes.

We still have family in town so it’s quite challenging. During breakfast Brent bailed on me and decided that tomorrow would be his start date and he encouraged me to do the same. I stood firm and said no. He’d already convinced me to push it back until the weekend was over. I wasn’t about to do it again.

When I first told him about the challenge he insisted on joining me. I initially told him not to worry about it because I didn’t want to get thrown off if he fell of the wagon. After all, he doesn’t need to lose weight like I do. This has happened before where we’ll vow to eat well together and then he’ll want to order something in for dinner. Since we decide to do it together I end up eating bad too because he did. After doing this over and over he still ends up looking great and I end up large and in charge. Brent is a great life partner but I really must say that he sucks as a nutrition challenge partner.

So this morning while Brent caved in and dug into another breakfast burrito I sautéed up some mushrooms, onions and spinach to be topped off with two cooked eggs. I added a bit of the left over green chili Brent smothered his burrito in as an after thought.


See the cake in the background? I meant to have a slice before starting the challenge but was so sick of eating crappy food that I couldn’t force myself to do it.

I also officially traded in my sugar coffee for hot tea. It’s actually really good and I had no problem relaxing with a hot mug of this stuff.


Plus, I like the tin it comes in. It makes me feel like I’m drinking something special.

My snacking style is thoroughly cramped without fruit or dairy. I kept wanting to grab an apple or eat some yogurt. I also usually carry Kind Bars with me in my purse just in case I get hungry and I couldn’t even turn to that because of the sugar. So if you have any snacky suggestions to get me through this phase I’m all ears.

The only thing I could think to snack on was carrots and humus. So I ate a handful before heading out to the mall with the family.


After walking around for a while we headed for the food court to grab a bite to eat for lunch. Brent and I went to Woody Creek Cafe to grab a few salads and iced tea.


What I didn’t know was that you got a complimentary cookie with your salad when you go to Woody’s. This wasn’t much of a challenge because I’ve gotten used to passing up on cookies. But it still ticked me off when Brent went on and on about how moist and delicious it was since he was supposed to be doing this challenge with me.

I threatened to take a picture of him eating his cookie for the blog and he shoved it in his mouth before I could catch him in the act… what a butt head.


I only felt a little bit of satisfaction when he almost choked on it.

The day was going great so far. I didn’t feel deprived at all. The salad I had for lunch was really filling and I wasn’t hungry again until 6 tonight. Everyone else decided to order pizza and garlic knots for dinner.


I ate a handful of almonds while I roasted up some butternut squash and onions in balsamic vinegar and olive oil to go along with my grilled chicken.


I didn’t eat it… By the time I had gotten Penelope to bed and had finished cooking my meal I wasn’t feeling so great. I’ve got a headache and am feeling a little nauseous. My plate is sitting next to me as I type this still untouched. I get migraines all of the time so I’m not sure if that is my problem or if I’m just reacting to the sudden change of diet. My bet is that I’m just a weirdo.

We’ll find out tomorrow when I go through another round…

St. Patrick’s Day Shenanigans and Family Fativities

Attention Readers: There was an amendment to the ten week challenge!

If you happened to read Week 11 Weigh-in and the Ten Week Challenge you should know that I had to edit the starting date because Brent felt that it was unlucky to not drink beer on St. Patrick’s Day. I bucked him on it but he also reminded me that Bridget and Penelope’s Aunt Stacie and Uncle Ben were visiting from St. Louis this weekend and that once they got here they would want to eat copious amounts of naughty food. Brent let me know that it was my duty to participate in the familial fativities of the weekend.

I conceded and we agreed that Monday would be the official starting date for the ten week challenge.

Since we were going to eat so much crap we decided to tighten up the first week of the challenge in order to cleanse ourselves of the junk we ate over the weekend.

So from Monday through Friday we can’t eat dairy, sugar or high glycemic carbohydrates (i.e. fruit, pasta, potatoes… as I type this it sounds kind of crazy). I just told Brent that it sounded crazy and he made fun of me. I just hope that he knows that beer will also be excluded. I will be posting pictures of everything that I consume during those five days as proof of my commitment.

Since this blog is about honesty also felt compelled to post pictures of the crap that I ate over the weekend.

Friday I ate well except for the evening when our guests arrived. We ate salami sandwiches and chips for dinner… It felt really sinful.

The next day Brent made us all bacon and egg bagel sandwiches for breakfast. I paired it with some sugar coffee.

For lunch we headed over to Lucy’s first Birthday party, Lucy is Penelope’s BFF from the womb.


Penelope felt like Lucy might need a little help eating her birthday sandwich.


We spent the rest of the birthday party oohing and aahing at how cute Lucy was eating her first cupcake. We also ate some cupcakes too. I was still too full from the bagels to enjoy the other yummy things Andrea had prepared for the party.

That evening we went out to eat at a Mexican restaurant where I proceeded to eat a beef chimichanga and guzzle down a margarita. I did it for Cinco De Mayo since I will not be able to participate during that date due to the challenge.

The next day the rest of the family decided that they should get breakfast burritos from Tamale Kitchen…


I however, was a bit played out with the whole “let’s eat the crappiest food on the planet and hope our guts don’t explode” thing. So I settled for eggs, toast and strawberries.


Brent had a few clients to train at the gym so while he did that the rest of us went to Tattered Cover for a while…


This is where I ordered my last coffee for the next ten weeks.

When Brent got done at the gym we all met up at IKEA where Brent and I shared a plate of Swedish Meatballs and a slice of chocolate cake. (I would have taken a picture but Brent dug in before I got the chance.) While we were there I picked out the garden table set I wanted to buy for my garden and Brent picked out a dresser for our bedroom. We didn’t buy either one because we didn’t have a way to haul it so we settled for this circus tent instead…


Penelope thinks it’s the coolest thing ever! I think it will be great for entertaining her outside this summer.

The rest of the afternoon was spent listening to The Jackson Five on Pandora while we played Yahtzee.


During the evening we built a fire to snuggle next to and ate hot dogs (again… yuck) and roasted marshmallows while drinking beer in the name of St. Patty’s Day.



It was a great weekend but I’m really sick of junk food. Now that I’ve accomplished my familial obligation of eating until I want to puke I am ready to embark on my ten week challenge!

How was your St. Patrick’s Day?

Week 11 Weigh-in and the Ten Week Challenge


It’s weigh-in day!

I’m super excited, not because my number will be good but because summer is coming and I’ve got a plan.

This week sucked quite frankly. The flu ran rampant in my house and although I was the only one who didn’t get sick the sleep situation was awful. My eyes are still red and puffy from lack of sleep.

I drank a ton of coffee throughout the week which means I drank a ton of cream and sugar too. Oh and alcohol… you can bet that momma was guzzling some wine in the evenings after having her hair pulled out by a sick grumpy baby all day long.

My personal trainer (aka my hubby) was sick all week too so I didn’t workout the way I would have liked. I fit in maybe two runs the entire week. The jury is still out on whether you can consider hoeing your garden as a workout. My sore arms say yes.

So when I stepped on the scale I was not surprised to find that I weighed in at 205.

I looked at the calendar today and it has struck me that I only have 10 weeks left until Bridget is out of school for summer break!

This means I only have 10 weeks to make some major progress before swim suit season!


Over the past few weeks my dedication level has tapered off. I think this is because I’m getting comfortable in my skin again. I no longer feel like Fat Bastard…


But I’m still a long shot from being the hottie that God intended for me to be. I have a feeling that God really wants me to be hot and I’m just letting Him down by settling comfortably in my fat suit.

Do you remember my friend Kellfire? Well, I consider her to be my nutrition coach. If I do what she tells me to do then I’m destined to be super successful. The problem is that her method actually requires dedication… and I’ve got commitment issues.

sexy kelly

Seriously though,  you don’t get to where you look like this by eating hotdogs. Am I right?

If I had done what Kelly had told me to do when she told me to do it I would totally be a hottie right now. Unfortunatley, I’m kind of a brat and I didn’t want to give up my goodies. I’ve been able to eat what I want and still lose weight and although any progress is good progress I’ve really come to the point where I need to quit juggling back and forth.

I started out with one cheat day on Fridays and the rest of the time I ate great. Then my cheat day started to creep into Saturdays and then Sundays too. I’ve gotten to where I eat really well for four days and not so much for three days. By doing this I’m totally canceling out all of my efforts.

I know that I can maintain but I’m not to the point where I should. So I need to buckle down and do what I need to do for the next 10 weeks so that I can enjoy my summer in a fit and healthy body.

That’s where the next challenge comes in.

Here are the rules…

The 10 Week Challenge

  • No alcohol
  • No sugary drinks (aka sugar coffee, or soft drinks)
  • No carbs after 4 pm (This includes fruits so I will focus on lean meats, legumes and veggies)
  • One cheat MEAL a week is permitted
  • No whining and crying about not getting what you want.

In the past I tried to do a no sugar challenge and I totally cracked under the pressure. But seriously ya’ll I need to put my big girl panties on and suck it up!

This isn’t going to be easy but it will only last for 10 weeks. If things work out the way I have planned I will only need to lose a little bit of weight during the summer which means I can relax and enjoy myself. I love summer! I don’t want to ruin it by feeling uncomfortable in a bathing suit wishing I had tried harder earlier on.

So who’s with me?

I initially wanted to start today but Brent thinks it’s sacrilegious to swear off alcohol a few days before St. Patrick’s Day. So the official start date is Monday. He said that he would do the challenge too only he should be able to drink two beers a day. What the heck?! That’s not a challenge! We’re still debating on those terms. All I know is that if I succeed at this challenge I win a spa day. If he succeeds he wins a Cardinals dart board for the garage… don’t ask me, that’s what he said he wanted.

I’m so excited! I know that if I actually listen to Kelly I’m going to have a really great summer!

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