The Battle For The Purse: An Update

Seriously.

We are rocking this weight loss shit.

Today is day 8 of our 27 day challenge and we've lost a combined 8.2 pounds!

I've lost 5 even, and my girl FGS is down 3.2.

I can almost feel that purse in my hand...

No, seriously though, this is still any one's game. There's still 18 days - and a LOT can happen in 18 days.

Next week is probably going to be really hard for me. I'm headed to Vegas for nerd training. I'll be there Sunday night until Friday evening.

That means an entire week of eating out. This scares the shit out of me.

I am going to bring my work out gear and hit the treadmill a MINIMUM of 3 times. Class is over by 4 each afternoon, so I figure I'll go straight to the gym afterwards. That will still give me time to freshen up, have dinner, go out for a little, and still be in bed in time to be in class the next morning.

I never thought I would be facing my first ever trip to Vegas with dread. At this point I'd rather just stay home and not have all those evil extra calories...

If I'm gonna be completely honest, it's not even the food that I'm worried about, it all the calories that I'm capable of drinking that scares me.

I guess it's a good thing I'll be flying solo. If I had any of my girls with me, well, that could be a very dangerous thing indeed.

What? I can't be the only person who watched The Hangover and thought "yep, I can totally see that happening". Right?

MT vs FGS

Me and FGS are laying down the gauntlet. We've both reached that "enough is enough" point and decided to make a little wager.

Starting today up until Christmas eve, we are going to see who can lose the most weight.

Shit be gettin real.

But what's the wager? Although bragging rights do count for a lot, we wanted something tangible. After much debate about what that "something" should be, we finally decided on something we both want.

A purse is on the line people. A super cute one too!

We are texting each other a pic of the scale every morning to keep ourselves honest. I would promise you that we'll post every day to keep you all updated, but we all know that would be a lie. We suck at posting. I will try to at least do every few day check-ins though. Promise.

The Not Happy Post That Goes Nowhere

I'm discouraged.

Really, horribly, discouraged.

I'm pissed off at myself, and honestly, I'm wallowing in self-pity. But I don't really have anyone to blame but myself.

I have been running (somewhat) regularly. I have been tracking (every so often).

And I'm not seeing results. In fact, I've actually gained a couple of pounds.

And why is that? Well, I know damn well why that is. It's the "somewhat"'s and "every so often"'s.

I'm not being consistent. Actually, that's not true. I am being consistent at one thing. I'm consistently lazy.

How in the hell did I become so undisciplined?

When did it become okay to me to be so half-assed about life?

I don't know the answers, but I know shit has got to change.

I Did What I Could

Tonight is date night and I'm a little depressed about it.

Don't get me wrong. I'm stoked to have Mr. MT to myself for a couple of hours.

What I'm not happy about though? The fact that I'm overweight, out of shape, and just generally disgusted with my appearance. There will be no cute little dresses for me tonight.

These days I just want to cover up and hope no one can see my muffin top.

I'm not going to wallow though. I took my chubby ass to the gym at lunch today and RAN IT OUT!

Change doesn't happen over night, but every time I opt for the gym instead of the buffet I get that much closer to my end goal.

So while I might not be all that satisfied with my body at the moment, I'm at least proud of myself for doing what I could today.

On Friendship And Flying My Freak Flag

Muffin Top and I have made it no secret on this blog that we have a certain affinity for a certain movie/book series about a sparkly vampire. We've spent the last 3 years continuously geeking out over movie trailers and fan fiction and all things Twilight related.  It's a sickness.  We just can't help it. 

Last February, when MT decided to move her punk ass to Bend, one of the first things we both thought of was the impending Breaking Dawn premiere.  (In case you live under a rock, the next Twilight movie hits theaters next Thursday evening).  We ALWAYS go to the midnight showing of these movies.  How could we possibly be apart for that?!?  We've been lamenting the past few weeks about how lame it is that we won't be together to see it.  It's been a little on the devastating side, really. 

Well guess what?  I'm about to let Muffin Top (and all you blog readers) in on a little secret.  A few days ago I realized that it just was NOT acceptable to see it without Muffin Top.  So I'm not going to.  I've taken next Thursday afternoon and Friday off of work.  Melissa (another die hard twi fan and bestie) and I are going to drive our happy asses all the way to Bend so we can see the movie with Muffin Top.  Well, all four movies technically.  All will be as it should be in the world. 

So surprise!  As long as Mr. Muffin Top doesn't care that we crash on his couch Thursday night, we are all set.  Tickets bought and everything.  Life is too short to not make these things happen.   

Bucking the *uck Up

So, I started a new (much, much better) job last week and am hopeful this will mean considerably more posting. Of course any posting will be "more" than the NO posting we've been doing!

FGS and me are still (more or less) on track with marathon training. Just today during lunch I did week 7, day 1 of the Couch-To-5K. Go me! Not gonna lie, it was hard as hell. When I think about how much more in shape I used to be I get really down. I mean, I ran a half fucking marathon! Now I can't even make it through 25 minutes without walking.

But I will not let that deter me!!!

My C25K app had a great inspirational quote today:

"Vision without action is a daydream."

I spend way to much time daydreaming about the things that I want and not nearly enough time working to make my dreams a reality. It's easy to say that I need to do more, but why is it so damn hard to put into practice?

Part of my problem is that a part of me is still hoping and waiting to find that “quick” fix. The magic pill. The overnight success.

This shit isn’t easy though, and although it might get a bit easier, it’s always going to be work. It just is.

So here’s to bucking up!

What I Have To Give

Life is busy. Alarmingly so. I want to give you a peek into my evening last night, just so you fully get the picture.


I get off work at 5:30, not 5, because God must hate me. Or maybe it's just my boss? Anywho, I drive 45 minutes to pick up my spawn from my parent's house way out in BFE. I down a quick chicken sandwich while I'm there because hey, free food! By 6:45 everyone is loaded into the car and we are off to Kung Fu class for the oldest.
After I kick him to the curb (literally), I haul ass/balls (pick your body part!) to the grocery store because unfortunately, everyone needs to eat. I have exactly one hour to throw miscellaneous foods into my cart, check out and be back to the big kid's Dojo to pick him up. For some reason they get all pissy when you are 15 minutes late. WTF, right?


I pick up my older son just in time, and then it's a race home to do baths, books, teeth brushed, mommy I need water, oh please one more book, and bedtime.

Sounds fun, right? Don't get me wrong, I love the chaos of having a family. We are loud and fun and my days are filled with so much happy. They just don't leave time for much of the other stuff I enjoy. One of those things is this blog. I've got to be honest, I didn't think we were going to resurrect this thing. I figured it was fun while it lasted, but a year post half-marathon and I'm fat again (ok, not AS fat) and I haven't really had a tangible goal. Enter Forks, Washington.

I'm not going to re-hash MT's post here, but you all know we had a fabulous time. More than that though, we were amazed to find out that actual, real live people read this blog! It really inspired me to keep writing.

So here's what I can give you. I can't promise much, but I can promise you the marathon. As in, I promise to share the blood, sweat, tears and expletives right here on this blog. I promise to give you the in depth look at how two average women could do this marathon thing. Because believe me, I'm as average as it gets. Also, I selfishly want to have a written record of the journey to look back on at a later date.

And after the marathon? Who knows. But I'm here today to tell you that until we cross that finish line, we'll be sharing all the gory details. Stay tuned.