MommyWeighLess

I love being a stay at home mom. Let's start with that. I love caring for and chasing my two toddlers all day, and caring for and loving my hard working man when he gets home, but that doesn't mean I can't yell to the high heavens or moan and groan all day if I want about the responsibilities I have as a stay at home mom (SAHM). I read a blog post yesterday from a SAHM who pretty much told all other SAHM to shove it and she was tired of reading about all the "jobs" we partake in and chores we don't get done. Well I'm telling her to go eat some dirt! We have one of the most difficult jobs in the world. And I'm not talking about cleaning house, being a chauffeur or wiping butts. I'm talking about taking the minds and hearts of little people and helping mold them so that they will be productive beings one day that contribute to society instead of making it worse.  We have to love them unconditionally even when they have drug every egg...

So instead of going out for a long walk/run on this amazingly beautiful Saturday afternoon...I find myself cooped up in the car waiting for Dustin to finish playing in the junk yard. Thankfully there is a great breeze coming in through the windows, and the kids have decided they are going to behave. With that said...I am completely content. My man is in his dirty greasy car part element, my babies are cool and enjoying the peace and quiet of the country, and I am happily blogging while listening to the Gator vs. Tennessee game. Go Gators by the way! It is days like this that I am so thankful for the amazing life I have been provided. I am even more thankful for a healthy and happy family. And, in reality,  who could ask for more? How many people in the world are taking for granted this wonderful life we are each given today? How many people are stuck at work? How many are struggling with personal issues? Health issues? Money issues? Or just unhappy in general? I used to worry i...

Okay...so the title is slightly dramatic. And I am slightly hormonal. But either way...any female that has had their period can sympathize with my drama. Or I like to think so at least. This post is a pity party post and I apologize for it now. But I had to vent so i wouldn't consume everything in my kitchen. I have cramps from an unholy place, cravings for salts and sweets that would tempt the devil himself, and a dwindling will power. I. Am. Fighting. And so far I am winning. But that doesn't help with my foul mood. Or the pimple on my chin. Or my deepening dark evilness that is oozing out. And I hate feeling crazy. I know I'm not the only one. But that day before your period. The one where a fly buzzing ten feet from you can send you off the deep end....yeah...that's where I am in my cycle. Who knows? Tomorrow is another day. Maybe my psycho will compose herself by then. And a couple miles and some self defense class will help too!

I have been working out regularly, and by working out...I mean walking...while pushing 50-70 pounds worth of kids and stroller...not to mention the diaper bag...my bag...and whatever else they drag along. We usually walk a minimum of 1.5-5 miles every other day. But my weight is not coming off as fast as it did when I did weight training. And now that we are a one income family again, it just is not in the budget for a new gym membership, let alone the gallons of over priced gas it takes to get there! That all said...Dustin has an Uncle that has a really...really  nice in home gym. I have a really big green eyed monster in me right now. Anyways...I decided to call him up and see if he would mind if I came over a few days a week and used his weight equipment. Of course he said yes, and I went that evening. And the next day... I. COULD. NOT .WALK. I. COULD. NOT. SIT. I. COULD. NOT. LIFT. MY. ARMS. And I love every bit of it. I forgot how horribly awesome DOMS or del...