Sunday, June 20, 2010

I'm a dog loving creep.


We've been BUSY.



A puppy is a lot of work.  More than I bargained for.  But so far it's really worth is.  He's awesome.  This is weird but we've had this puppy for a little over 2 weeks now and I can honestly say that I'm a better person.  Is that weird and creepy?  It. is. so. weird.  Lane and I are really into Cesar Millan and his "ways".  He's all about being calm and assertive.  He claims if you stay calm in life (not just with your dog) that you'll have a calm dog.  So far, he's totally right.  Here's the thing... I want so badly to make sure that we have a good dog, that I have been soooo calm.  I want this dog to be good with kids and other dogs and all people.  So here I am, making such an effort to be calm because of this dog.  And it's working.  There is no yelling and screaming.  No crying. (Well, the girls still cry all the time... but I don't!)  This is strange.  And I feel like the hugest dork/weirdo saying that this dog is changing me but it's true.  I mean HE'S not changing me but I'm changing because I want him to be a good boy in the long run.  Isn't this the weirdest blog ever??  I think it is.  Only because I'm totally not a dog person at all.  But here I am, writing a blog about my dog.  Yikes.

Annnd also, another part of me wants this dog to turn out awful just so we can call Cesar Millan and have him rehabilitate him.  Now that's creepy.  What can I say?  I LOVE Cesar!


Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Good bye sweets.

After Faye, I lost all of the baby weight right away... because I severely depressed and I didn't eat.  I didn't have an appetite at all so I got down to some ridiculous weight... It got so bad that Lane would be pushing food on me all the time... but I just wasn't hungry.  My clothes were literally falling of me.  It was gross.

Then I started running.  I got my appetite back, I gained weight and my love for anything sweet returned.  Ice cream, chocolate, candy, cupcakes, etc.  I've always loved the stuff.  But I see now, after two kids that I can't sit on the couch at 11:00 at night and eat ice cream... because even with all of the running, it shows up later.  And I feel it.  I just don't feel good when I'm eating all of that crap and since I eat that crap all the time, I rarely feel good.  

So I'm writing a blog about this... because usually when I write a blog about something I stick with it.

I'm going to give up sweets... yikes.  It's even hard for me to type that.  Okay, so I'll cut WAY back on sweets.  Maybe I'll limit myself to a little chocolate soy milk every day.  But I just have to stop this madness.  It's been getting out of hand.  To the point where I feel extremely guilty when I'm eating that third Reese's Peanut Butter Cup.  Yum.

I don't really care about looking hot in a bathing suit.  Because really, c'mon, I've pushed two kids out.  I'm allowed to have some flabbiness happening.  

But I just want to feel good.  I want to feel strong.  I want to feel awake.  And I know all the crap I eat drains me.  And really I don't eat that bad.  I eat veggies and fruit.  We only eat brown rice and whole wheat bread.  We eat fish and chicken... and then after every meal I have dessert.  And that's where I'm going wrong.  Also, I don't want my girls to think it's okay to eat dessert three times a day.  It's just not okay.  At all.

Also, I'd love to do my 50k trail run and just wear a sports bra and booty shorts.  So that's kind of a goal I'm working towards.  I mean, what if I could get abs like this...


Okay, maybe those are a little crazy.  But something like that.  And I can only get those if I stop eating absurd amounts of sugar every single day... and doing some sit ups might help too.  I'll let you know how it goes.

If I were brave I'd do before and after pictures.  But I'm not.

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Dexter.

We've been busy.  We went out and got another kid.  For real.  


Meet Dexter.

So Lane and I have been talking about getting a dog for about a month.  Lane's always loved pit bulls and was not thrilled with the idea of a bull dog (which I really wanted), since they can't do a whole lot of physical activity... like running and hiking.  We agreed that we'd get a puppy so that he'd grow up around the girls.  We searched for a puppy but thought it seemed crazy to pay $800 for one.  Then we got the brilliant idea of checking the local shelters.  And we found this little guy.  He's 12 weeks old... maybe?  We're not quite sure.  But he's such a good boy... so far.  I'm waiting for him to get wild and start destroying the house.  He's super mellow right now.  *Fingers crossed*  So this is why I don't have time for blogging.  I really have been super busy.  It's hard to go from letting the house get thrashed everyday to having to pick up a billion toys all day long so this little guy doesn't chew anything up. 

Also, you might be thinking we're crazy for getting a pit bull.  I want your input.  But I'm kind of in love with Cesar Millan and he is kind of in love with pit bulls and thinks they are great family dogs.  

I'll keep you posted.  Yikes.