Is it off season yet? Just kidding… No but really…
Sooo I have been kinda M.I.A. For a while.. trying to decide
what to write.. what not to write.. is it appropriate or not.. What do I want to share with my blog followers (as if I
have any) but let's just say I do.. what would they want to read.. I have
decided my blog is going to be me.. No filter and very random, most likely.. with
a lot of punctuation
So my son has decided to play tackle football this year… who
knew that Pee-Wee football would end up being my entire life for 12 weeks.. It’s
not like we are going pro anytime soon… or are we! I have decided that Katy breeds
them young and there is only pain in football.. One of the coaches told us as
Christian was putting on his helmet for like the first time…. EVER… and
complaining about how much it hurt.. He said “boy… Football is Pain… so you
better get used to it” … Who in their right mine ever gets use to pain.. isn’t that why it’s called pain..
because it hurts like the dickens?
Any who… we are on the field practicing Tues, Thurs, &
Fri (with games on Sat.) so we are devoting like 10 hours plus a week to this
sport not including the time that the husband spends with him on Mon & Weds in
the backyard practicing ( I think it makes him feel like he is back in college
).. This is just nuts and I like it.. Is that strange? I love how he gets fired
up about tackling (even though he says he gets a sack when he hits the QB and
he didn’t have the ball…but if he did.. I would have had a sack, so I am saying
I had a sack.. Not sure that is how it goes, but ok!) I love that he has
finally found a sport he enjoys and even though it makes me nervous for him to
be out there.. I am super proud of him and all his hard work he has put into it
over the past few weeks..
Again.. Is it off season, yet? Oh wait.. I have no off
season… I know why people compete in fitness competitions, because it gives
them an end goal for all this madness.. I joined the Bombshells almost 3 months
ago and it has been the best/worst thing I have ever done! Best thing because the
results are phenomenal and the worst thing is oh my morning cardio at 4 am…My
neck.. my back.. (you know you are singing along with me) For me I am on this fitness journey to look
good, who are we kidding.. I need trophy wife status.. and STAT! I can say one
thing I really enjoy having a different meal/workout plan every month, but this
month.. I loathe every minute of every workout.. (My coach has gone insane in
the membrane.. thinking I can do all that she says I can) it and hate every
meal.. I mean who wants to eat dried tuna, asparagus, brussel sprouts, and one
half of a whole wheat bagel with no JAM everyday for four weeks? Lord knows I
don’t and I let my coach know every week I send my updated pictures and status
of how I am doing… With that being said..
last month I lost a
total of 8.25 inches and I am almost down 15 pounds in 10 weeks and there is no
sign it is coming back!(insert happy dance with a What’d up & air high-five)
I have been in a major funk over the past week trying to
figure out the “reasoning” and the “why” I am torturing myself the way that I
do.. I mean I am getting less than 5 hours a sleep Sun – Thur so I can make
time for the gym (1 -1.5 hours). I have come up with the top 5 reasons I am
currently doing what I am doing:
1.
To lead by example.. I want to show my son how
to live a healthier lifestyle and make better choices. ( I thin it is
working..he gets very proud of himself when he comes home and tells me the
healthier options he went with at lunch)
2.
I want to prove to myself I can do this.. I have
been having a lot of self doubt lately (sigh)
3.
It is my stressreliver.. Life gets so busy and the
first thing to go is “me” time. As a women.. we always put others before
ourself.. So this is my escape from it all.. For an hour.. hour and half I get
to focus on just me.. Yes, I know it might sound selfish.. but you need time
for yourself and I am not taking away time from my boys.. remember.. I am
waking up at 3.(yawn) they are still tucked in their beds and sleeping like
every sane other sane person..
4.
To look good and to set an example for others..
I know there are a lot of woman out there who just need that extra push or motivation
to get the ball rolling.. I want to be able to provide that for them.. I want
to show them.. YES YOU CAN!! So take control and seize today.. Even if it is a
10 minute walk around the block.. You are that much closer to your goal..
5.
This journey is ultimately for my mind, soul,
and body.. If I am happy it makes life that much easier..
Life…
So I am not sure why I do the things I do.. oh wait.. YES I
DO!! I am CRAZY and love being so stressed and not knowing which way is up.
This semester I thought.. ehh why not go back to school.. Not only am I going
to school.. I am going to a Big school.. I decided to go back and get my bachelors
degree. I applied and was accepted to West Texas A&M a sister school of
Texas A&M.. I think it has to do with proving that I am good enough and
getting that damn approval stamp… I know! I think I have deep routed Daddy
issues.. (kinda) So with no daddy in the picture.. I will have to get the
approval stamp from the hubby.. Now if I could only tell him without telling
him I need this in my life.. That is the hard part..
Randomness from the Peanut Gallary…
So we are sitting around with a bunch of said friends.. and
a few things come up in random conversations.. you know how they do.. and well
one was I would never date a girl who was not educated.. Umm hello (waiving
hand) that is kinda me.. ((THIS IS ONE OF THE REASONS I AM GOING BACK TO SCHOOL…
TOOO PROVE TO YOU I AM NOT A FOOOOOL)) Yes, I have an Associate of Applied Science
(Nursing) but I do not have a degree from said university… Does this really make
a difference? Apparently it does..
Second thing to come up in random conversation.. I would
never date a girl with a kid.. too much baggage.. Ummm again hello (waiving
hand) that is again kinda me…
Do men really think before they speak? I am beginning to
think that they do not.. Talk about hurt feelings and crushed dreams… (NO this
was not my husband who said these things) He would be in the dog house for years….
