my decision.

so i have decided that i HAVE to step away from the scale for a while. i'll still finish out P90X with Boobie but i seriously have become WAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYY too worried and obsessed about the numbers on the scale. Instead I am going to adopt what the french women call the "zipper syndrome" meaning if i am comfy with the way my clothes are fitting and they way i look and feel than i'm good.

no matter WHAT the scale says. (which i won't know cuz i'm not getting on it.) i hope.

I need an evil name for the scale...any ideas? hmmmm...i'm not clever enough to think of one off the top of my head... i'll get back to you with a list...

I am also going to try NOT to say the words FAT or DIET or CALORIES anymore. I don't like this grouchy hungry girl inside me that is ALWAYS wondering and worrying about her caloric intake... rambling? yes i am but this is seriously weighing on me today. (no pun, i promise)

i want to change the way i have been looking at health and fitness... anyone have any good healthy living book suggestions or websites i could check out???

whatever...this is me letting yall know i will not be posting my weight for a while, maybe never again because i just gotta get the scale monkey off my back. but of course our P90X progress updates will continue as it is FABULOUS motivation to finish up strong having someone to be accountable too!!!

peace love and chicken grease,

M

(mmmm chicken grease)

sometimes a girl just needs a hero

some days ago i was down down down...stressing over everything and nothing at the same time... you know those days. The ones when you wonder what the HECK you're supposed to be doing with your life and if you're doing it all right and blah blah blah...


boobie always knows just what to do on days like that... he is after all my hero. just look at those biceps. hands off ladies.



he went to 2 circle K's to get me this big juicy ICEE and he would've kept hunting if he hadn't suceeded at stop number two. sometimes I really believe he'd do anything to make me smile again.



then he took me thrifting at "my" store and everything was good again.

how do your heros take care of you? or are you your very own hero?

M

i want it wednesday...

today I want this



and I may just have it... if the recipe is any good I'll be sure to pass it along to yall.

Oh and I also WANT DESPERATELY to know if Shelley is having a girl or a boy!!!! We'll all know soon!!!

M

He's MINE...all MINE!!!!

MyHeritage: Family tree - Genealogy - Celebrity - Collage - Morph

before the end of summer

I wish to...

1. Bike the St. Marks trail with Boobie

2. Take a spontaneous day trip

3. Enjoy pink and blue cotton candy in my hammock

4. Create something beatiful

5. Take the big scary jump off the Wakulla Springs platform

6. Make a delicious Chicken-Pot-Pie and truly indulge sans guilty conscience

7. Read an amazing book (any suggestions)?

8. Laugh and laugh until I snort... (it happens when I really get going)

9. Picnic at the beach with my two favorite guys and some good friends

10. Plant a front yard FULL of St. Augustine grass


What do you want to do before September 1st?

M

boom boom pow.

Celebrating our nation's birthday was especially exciting this year. Babies just make EVERYTHING so much more fun! We had friends over for dinner on the eve of the big day and then spent the actual holiday with a whole gaggle of great people up at CBL. Such a good time! Here's a few shots from our weekend!






God bless America and all of you too!!!

M

dear P90X,

Dear P90X,

I hate you. I wish you terminal hemorrhoids. You make me feel so confused. Sick and strong at the same time. I hate you...but I love you. You are like a really bad boyfriend. The kind you keep going back to, even though he treats you like garbage and makes you hurt, even when your mind and body are shrieking for mercy. Am I being overly dramatic? Maybe. But one arm push-ups and over 70 pull-ups in an hour is just too much. This week you almost made me vomit at least twice and I blacked out several times. Lying in bed last night my head was literally spinning. I still feel sick from yesterdays workout. (or maybe it was the 2am honey roasted peanut binge) Either way, you are killing me...ever so slowly...I feel like dumping you and burning all your letters; but then I look in the mirror and see tiny muscles peeking out from under their hiding places, I see actual abs...WHAT?!? I see RESULTS. And I know I can not give you up. You're like crack. Dear P90X... in 60 days we say good-bye forever. Seriously.

M




So, I don't have my "Day 1" pics but here's my progress so far. Please ignore the huge-ness of my breasts (breastfeeding makes um kinda...ummm ENORMOUS)