I want to first start by saying that I love when people e-mail me.  Sometimes I think no one in the world reads this thing and I am always pleasantly surprised when I get an e-mail from someone saying that I have helped them this week by airing out my own tribulations with weight loss.  That really is my goal here.

 

I am proud to say that my baby weight is GONE!  Gone, gone, gone.  The scale is sitting at 140 and that is where I started.  This is definitely not where I should be though.  So, I really have 15 left to get to my goal of 125.  Like I have mentioned many times before, I am human like everyone else and have my days of not doing what I am supposed to be doing with weight loss.  This past week I had a REALLY bad day with eating.  I was so overly tired from work and then picked up my precious bouncing baby boy with all this energy and had a long evening.  So, I made some coffee and had some 100 calories snack packs....ok 8 of them....and 800 calories later I still was not satisfied.  So, a pop tart was eaten, some chocolate milk was drank, and even a few cool ranch doritos made there way in there.  It was bad and I felt sick since I have not eaten like that in MONTHS.  I went to bed early in hopes that nothing else would find its way in my mouth!  But for a moment, my precious little man looked up at me while I was on my 6th little bag of cookies and I thought "What the hell am I doing????  He is watching me.  I am modeling for him.  Healthy eating and good nutrition is modeled by ME.  What the HELL am I doing??".  And there it was...back on the wagon in a great way the very next morning.

I encourage all of you to get involved with something that is fun for you as far as working out because the eating can be a bit of a downer.  I am completely obsessed with LA Boxing and especially Ian's classes on M-W.  I walk through those doors when the workout is done looking like I just went through a water park.  I can see the changes happening with my body and I am feeling stronger.  I am pretty sure that if someone were to chase me down or steal my baby from my arms, they would not have a chance.  My kicks and punches are getting stronger and I am feeling really good.

The same people come to these classes and I have been staring at this one woman every single class.  If you saw her you would totally understand.  I tell myself each time that there is no way that she has had children.  But I stood corrected last week.  She came up to me and told me she could tell a change in my body since I have started there.  I took this as an opportunity to see what the heck she does to look that good...I mean RIPPED!  Lean, toned, and bursting with definition.  She said, "I have two kids.  My mommy friends say that once you have kids you will never regain the confidence or the body you want and I am here to tell you that's bullshit.  I put the time and effort into being healthy and feeling good.  I work out and eat normal.  I have my splurges.  But I love my body more now than when I did before I had kids and I get my compliments on it now too".  So there you have it folks.  Let's quit blaming this on "the baby" and start getting it off for good.  Afterall....little eyes are watching.....