Everything Is Better With Sprinkles

Weird things have been happening around here and I’ve been too distracted to write about it until now… I feel like we have a lot of catching up to do.

The weekend started with the discovery that I had lost my wedding ring. Brent and I had gone to the gym to workout and since we were lifting heavy I took my wedding ring off and placed it in the tray located on Penelope’s stroller. Normally I tie it to my shoelaces but I was in a hurry on this day. I didn’t think about it until later, long after the stroller had been folded up in the gym parking lot leaving my ring to sit all alone on the asphalt as we drove away. I went back to search for it and it was gone… nowhere to be found. Brent and I will have been married for ten years this August and I was pretty upset about it. I still can’t think about it without getting teary eyed.

The rest of the weekend went by smoothly. I had a dinner date with a friend on Friday and spent some much needed girlfriend time. On Saturday we just hung out and played outside while Brent watered the lawn. Then we went on a few bike rides to compare how green our grass was compared to our neighbor’s. I’m not sure when comparing lawn color became such a fun thing to do. Brent and I have obviously hit some sort of maturity milestone together that I’m not particularly proud of. As we peddled along Bridget made sure we knew just how dorky we were. On Sunday Brent went to work and the girls and I made our weekly trip to the farmer’s market/book store where we sipped on fresh lemonade and browsed for great summer reads to add to our list.


The time flew and before we knew it, it was time to come home and put Penelope down for a nap. This provided Bridget and I the perfect opportunity to do what we do… snuggle and read in the lilac breeze.


By the time Monday had rolled around I woke up obsessed with the idea of getting my garden planted for the summer…


Luckily Penelope is just as obsessed with the garden as I am.


However, she did get a bit emotional when I tried to rebury the worms that I had dug up because she thought I was smothering them. She was also convinced that they were hungry and needed a little cereal. Every time I take her inside she cries because she would rather play with the ladybugs that we bought and had scattered throughout the garden.


“Hi lady bug, ah cute. Eew, eew gross… it tickle you!”

Luckily she has failed to notice that a few of the lady bugs that we had released didn’t quite make it and lay motionless in the dirt.

That night when I was adding my finishing touches to the garden Bridget came home from a friend’s house complaining about her wrist hurting. (She had fallen off of her friend’s scooter.) She refused to move her whole arm and I accused her of being dramatic. “If you hurt your wrist you should be able to move your arm.” I looked it over and saw a weird bump on her elbow so I gave her pain medicine and a bag of ice to sleep with that night.

I felt bad when I took her to the doctor the next day…


The doctors at urgent care were convinced that she had broken her elbow and were concerned about the lack of feeling she had in her finger tips.  We were sent to Children’s Hospital to get a cast and a more solid prognosis. We got a little slap happy after spending so many hours in waiting rooms and ended up giggling more than is probably socially acceptable during our wait.


After waiting forever we were happy to discover that her elbow wasn’t broken after all and instead of having to wear a cast for 6 weeks like we originally thought she will only have to wear one for two weeks. They think she has a contusion on her ulnar nerve and it’s causing pain all throughout her arm, including her wrist. I don’t get it either… I’m pretty sure she’s wearing a massive cast due to a really bad bruise.

It was all fun and games until she realized that she won’t be able to move her arm for two weeks. She was bummed to find out that she couldn’t get the waterproof cast since it’s all the way up her arm. This means I have to bathe her… and dress her… and cut up her food in fork friendly pieces. All of that stuff isn’t so bad. Mainly the worst part is the fact that it’s the end of the school year and she has to miss out on all of the fun end of year activities. A lot of them are centered around swimming and dangling from play structures.

When she came home from school today she was teary eyed and upset about it all because was missing her Girl Scout troup’s end of year party. Therefore, I felt like it was the perfect time to bust out the banana ice cream recipe that I’ve been hearing about for an after school snack.

It is comprised of… a banana.


Basically you just take a frozen banana and blend the crap out of it until it looks like ice cream. Then you have to top it off with your favorite toppings. We chose chocolate syrup and sprinkles because everything is better with sprinkles.

It didn’t take the pain away but it put a smile on her face for a bit and that’s all that I was looking for.



Weighing In and Eating Cookies

Weighing yourself this time of year always seems like a bad idea. Especially when you’ve already gotten a head start on the Christmas festivities…


My friend KJ took me out to dinner to celebrate me finishing all of my graduate courses leading to student teaching. It was a much needed girls night out that included pecan crusted rainbow trout, sautéed spinach and butternut squash ravioli with sage butter sauce… nom nom nom.

I think we all know I’m not currently in weight loss mode, because quite frankly I don’t want to make the sacrifices it would take to lose weight right now. For me it’s all about balance. I want to eat Christmas cookies and snuggle up with a hot chocolate while we watch Christmas movies.  I don’t want to spend my time with my family, who have traveled so far to see me, obsessing over food shame. I just want to participate and enjoy.

That being said, you won’t find me binge eating cookies in my closet while nobody is looking. There no need to get all gross about it. My goal during the holidays was to not gain 20 pounds in the name of Christmas cheer. There does come a point when it gets ridiculous.

Even though I feel this way I still didn’t want to weigh myself when I woke up. I feel fluffier since I haven’t been to the gym in a while. However, when I weighed myself it said 186.6. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.

My family comes into town this Sunday and I’m so excited to host Christmas this year! I’ve already loaded up on silly string with the full intentions of making my nephew gag on purpose while videoing it because it makes me laugh. So. Hard. (I really am a good aunt… I promise. Click on the gag link for the full story.)

I’m just so excited! Not only am I excited for all of the fun things I plan on doing with my family but I can’t wait to for the new year upon us. I feel like I’ve accomplished everything I had set out last year when I first started this blog. I’m healthy again, I fit in my clothes, my smile shines from deep within and I’m back to that place where I like who I am.

In other words… I would totally hang out with myself 😉

Living a healthy lifestyle isn’t about the end result of a weight loss program. It’s about continuing the journey for the long haul. This journey leads to self acceptance and along with that self acceptance comes the desire to better yourself, not because you feel like you aren’t good enough, but simply because you want to grow as a person and see who you are capable of becoming. It turns out… the possibilities are endless.

Hope you guys have a great weekend! I’ll probably check in with you guys again on Sunday before the madness begins.

In Order To Live Fit You Have To Schedule It

So, it seems I’m not done being sick yet. I’ve spent the past weekend trying to get rid of a sinus infection by ignoring it. (Apparently, it doesn’t work that way.) Every time I look in the mirror I always think I’m going to find this staring back at me…


However, it turns out my face isn’t as deformed as it feels.

Yesterday, in an attempt to ignore how yucky I felt I decided to go for a run with Sir Scout. The sun was out and the ice was starting to melt away for the first time in weeks. I didn’t want to waste a perfectly good day sitting around inside feeling yucky!


I thought that if I pretended like I wasn’t sick anymore than I would automatically feel better. It kind of worked! That is until, my sinus cavity started to jiggle making it feel like my teeth were about to fall out of my head. Unfortunately, there isn’t any kind of sports bra apparatus that I can wear around my face. So that’s when Scout and I decided to take it a little easier than we had originally planned.


It was kind of annoying because my legs were just itching to run. It wasn’t a wasted afternoon though, because it still felt good to get out and get some fresh air. Once the music started pumping I was feeling back to my sassy self in no time.

I haven’t worked out in weeks and I’m seriously about to go insane. Honestly, I think it’s my own little personal jam out sessions that I miss the most. It’s like I’ve been watching a movie without the sound trek. How boring is that?!

It’s hard to determine when you should push yourself and when you should let yourself rest when you are sick. If I don’t workout then I beat myself over it because I think that I’m just making up lame excuses. But then if I feel worse after working out then I beat myself up for being such an idiot by pushing it.

You just can’t win.

After my little outside jaunt I was beat. By the time 8 rolled around that night I was lying in bed trying not to spill my sleepy time tea as I dozed off while I reading Allegiant, the third book to the Divergent series. (If you haven’t read Divergent yet you should.) Bridget is pushing me to finish it so that we can finally talk about it.

I haven’t gotten very far because I’ve been too distracted lately. I’m on a huge organizational kick which is really annoying since I’m still too sick to actually get anything done. I’ve been having a lot of anxiety because my student teaching is coming up this January and I’m nervous about the transition my family is going to have to go through in order to make this happen. (Penelope is going to daycare for the first time… eek!) Everything is going to have to be planned out ahead of time… meals, workouts, schedules. I’ve woken up several times in the middle of the night worrying about it. My only arsenal against this is to plan, plan, plan so that I can be prepared.

I was doing some research to plan for my workouts for the next few months and I found this great free resource from Jaime Eason. If you’ve ever seen Oxygen magazine you’ve seen her…


It’s called Live Fit and it’s supposedly the workout routine she follows along with tips on eating clean. She focuses on having you gain muscle in the first phase and then incorporates cardio later on. I haven’t read through the whole thing yet but I thought I would share it with you guys in case any of you would be interested. (Click on this Live Fit link if you want more info.) There are three phases that last a total of 12 weeks. She totally plans everything out for you along with at-home workouts you can do just in case you aren’t able to make it to the gym for some reason.

I plan on giving this a closer look.

Do you follow a weight lifting program? If so what is it, I’ve discovered that it’s best to switch things up and try new things so I would love to hear about it.

In the meantime, I plan on making myself some pho to help clear up my sinuses. I found this step-by-step Vietnamese pho recipe from Gimmesomeoven showing you how to make it. I can’t even tell you how excited I am to try it!


Week 2 Weigh-in

Well, if it isn’t one kid waking you up in the night it’s the other. Bridget woke up to blow her nose and took a detour to my room where she stood over me like a creeper until I woke up. I jumped when I saw her silhouette lingering over my bed.

“Sorry, I just had to blow my nose.”

“Okay”… (crickets) “Well, did you do it?”


“Then go to bed, silly!”

This little exchange took place at 4 a.m. I lied in bed for another thirty minutes but decided to just get up and have a cup of tea. But first I had to make sure that Penelope was still breathing since she didn’t make a peep last night.

I think Bridget actually woke up because she’s excited about showing of her new crazy hair to her friends at school today.

purple hair

She originally wanted bright red, but Amanda (see Operation Lululemon) convinced her to go with purple. I wanted her to get light blue like Gwen Stefani did back when we all discovered No Doubt. Ah, the memories of jumping on my bed and screaming “I’m Just a Girl” before taking off for a soccer game…

Okay, so maybe I was living vicariously.

Anyway, I’m stalling… I think I decided to get up at 4:30 because I was excited about weighing in. Did I seriously just say that?

You know how I do… I peed, got naked and jumped on the scale, (actually I wobbled because I was still sleepy) and it said 211.6.

Not too shabby!

That’s 3.2 pounds since last week.

I’m on a role. I’m not going to lie I was pretty nervous since I lost so much the first week. Which, for the record, was probably mostly water weight. This 3.2 pounds means more because it’s actually fat that is melting off of my body.

It’s now 5:30 and guess who just woke up…

How did you do? Let me know by posting in the comments section of this post. I can’t wait for those success stories to start trickling in!

Have a good day everyone 🙂

P.S. My new friend Carly has provided us a delicious option for dinner tonight Tangy Lemon Almond Chicken. I haven’t tried it yet but it sounds delish. You should check it out 🙂