Brandon is home!
And the peasants rejoiced.
I can't remember what I put in my smoothie yesterday. Or this morning. I just know it was good stuff, man. Good stuff.
I finished the cleanse, though! I was amazed at how great I felt. I was surprised at my self-control. I was elated at my digestive health (I had to put it in here. Sorry if that grosses anyone out).
I was grateful I finished the cleanse just as Brandon came home from Israel last night. He came bearing Israeli treats: dark chocolate, Baklava, dried fruit, etc. Did I partake? I most certainly partook. Baklava? From ISRAEL!? 'Nough said.
Exercising is going awesome! Here's the latest revelation that only took me 12 years to figure out:
I can exercise whenever the heck I want.
I don't have to do it in the morning. I don't have to do it before 7AM. I used to think that if I didn't get my exercising in before breakfast than I couldn't do it! Not possible! I could not do anything unless I had exercised and showered, and therefore, if I had not exercised/showered by 8AM, then what's the point? Exercising during nap time!? Why would I do a crazy thing like that!?
Sarcasm aside, I actually did exercise during the kids' nap time yesterday. I had playgroup (at my house) at 10AM, and so I threw on a pair of jeans and brushed my teeth; I was extremely presentable. After everyone left around noon and the boys had been fed and I set #5 down for a nap, I exercised. #4 fell asleep while watching me from the Love Sac. I then showered and dressed and even (gasp!) put on make-up! All after 1:30PM.
It taught me that I don't have to have a rigid schedule when exercising. I think that's what killed me before. I felt that if I didn't have a perfect schedule than what was the point? It was all or nothing. Now I realize that I have many options before "nothing" becomes one.
The Biggest Loser: Would you have taken immunity for four weeks or Bob and Jillian? Me? FOUR WEEKS. Seriously, like TBL would have provided them with trainers that sucked? I think not, dear reader. I think not.
This is the best post on motherhood, hands down. Read it. You will not regret it. And if you're not a mother, read it. You will not regret it.
I watched this today and I realized it really applies to me in many ways. I have a tendency to look back to the past when I get frustrated with my present. Truth be told, it's quite destructive. You know that song by what's their faces? "What Might Have Been?" Yeah, that's my problem. And I should clarify that unlike the video (in the link I just left), it's not just about people --it's about places we've lived, or majors I didn't major in, or jobs we didn't take, etc. We'll never know, so why do I even care, eh? (Although that cheesy end of the Little Texas video is still kind of sweet). It's better to look forward. Watch and learn: