Monday, January 7, 2013

Day 1 Week 2

I don't really like this whole work out to be skinny thing. It kind of really isn't fun, and is hard, and kinda makes a bitch out of me. I mean, who really WANTS to workout all the damn time and sweat and never wear make up or have your hair done nice (because I quite frankly don't have time for that anymore...) and then not reward all your hard work with a cupcake or ice cream or chocolate? People actually enjoy this? OH wait, I used to be one of those people. 
 Thats the 22 flights of stairs I'm back to doing every other day after the gym... gurrrr

Don't get me wrong I have always loved cake and ice cream and sweets of any sort, but I used to really love working out and being active. What's changed? ME... my life, my priorities, my stamina, etc etc amen. I remember the good ol days when I worked for GoodLife at night (5pm-12pm) and I had all day to sleep in a little, work out for 2-3 hours doing a little cardio, a class, some weights, whatever I felt like! I felt SO good about myself and didn't see it as "working out", but more as "going to the gym to see my friends". Then when I started working at lululemon my love for fitness fit right in! AND I got to go to MORE classes and expand my fitness horizon. Now I just don't have hours on end to go and do fun things at the gym. I know what you're thinking: "Stephanie, you need to start making time for yourself you know" but it's not that easy!
WAIT
One of my new years resolutions was to stop complaining. So this isn't a complaint but just an observation. Life isn't the same, and thank goodness it isn't, because now I have a wonderful (sick, sleepy, cranky) perfect little baby who thinks I'm the coolest thing in the whole wide world. THAT is pretty great! 
Ok now back to "going to the gym".....



Tuesday, January 1, 2013

New Years Resolutions 2013

Day 1 week 1:
Today sucked. 
I mean it was a beautiful sunny day outside (not that I left the house at all...) and after a fun gathering of friends the night before we all got a decent sleep. Today was the first day of operation "no more flabby mommy" and it was not fun my friend. We woke up at 8:45am, headed to the gym in our building for a half hour cardio session, ate a delicious breakfast, cleaned the house, and by 1pm Haidan and I were both ready for a serious nap. Slept from 1-3:40pm then got at gym session number two of the day (weights and abs) and had another delicious meal.
I mean, I shouldn't really be complaining (one of my many new years resolutions) because I have a hubby who likes to cook delicious and healthy meals and train my big butt. I love that he is so willing to help me, but I hate that he's so damn good at it. I know it will get better, but seeing that light at the end of the tunnel is hard. Sometimes harder when you're trying to take care of a sick baby.
I think the big part of my misery today (and let me admit, I was a bitch today. Sorry Wayne!!) was that I knew "I'm on a diet, I'm hungry" I kept saying to myself. Was I really hungry? Or was I just thinking of all the delicious foods I will be trying SO SO SO hard not to eat for the coming year. Damnit I want cake and ice cream every day! Is that so bad? Yes.
Well that's all I have to say about that. (Thanks Gump!) (I also have to help my sick-ie baby and try to figure out how I'm going to start his routine again, and try to wean the boob, and get him sleeping in his crib and......)