So I thought I'd give this a try. It's always something I figured would give me a good outlet to let some of my thoughts, feelings, and opinions out. I'm still figuring out all the applications so don't mind me if certain areas don't look quite right.
Now, where to start? I guess we'll begin on the current day. Not much happening yet. It is only 11:15 after all. Sure, that's a full morning gone for some, but for me it's like the beginning. I'm a late sleeper. Diana and Elizabeth's school routine is pretty much messing that up though. If you know me (and if you're on here, I'm pretty sure you do) you know that I love my sleep! My husband on the other hand is an early morning person. Something I don't quite understand. I mean really, why do you need to be up at 5AM!? Most people are just getting to bed at that time! Myself included! See, much like my sleep, I love my late night t.v. It's the only time I don't feel guilty watching it because everyone is already asleep so I don't worry about taking away from family time. We women and our guilt. Because if we don't give it to ourselves there is always someone around to give it to us. Can I get an "Amen"!? But I digress. Like I said, a slow morning so far. I did however mange to have two fairly large slices of strawberry cake that I made last night. I know. I'm not proud. But it's been a few days since I've done any working out that I figured "what harm can it do that I haven't already done?" And if I'm being truthful, it was more of a statement than a question.
As far as working out goes, I have really been slacking. I told myself I wouldn't ... this time ... again. But here I am. Writing rather than running. It's so hard when you don't have someone holding you accountable. I am the queen of slackers. I try not to be! Really! But it happens. Something I've been struggling with since childhood. Don't judge. I know I'm going to be kicking myself come November. That's when Gilbert and I have the Marine Corps. Ball to attend. For those that don't know, it's like the high school prom of the military. So a formal gown is a must. I have a few from previous years but who knows if they fit me now. And if by chance one does fit, I'll have already taken pictures in it. Something I never thought about before but was always annoyed about when hearing of actors or actresses only using outfits once then tossing for fear of being photographed in again. I so get it now. We live in the uploading and posting age! Do you blame me? Anyway, Gil wants me to get a new one so we've been out a few times in search of the elusive "perfect dress". This is where I run into a problem. I tend to gravitate to the size 0-2 section, when really, my delusional ass needs to be in the size 4 ... maybe 5 ... fine, size 6 section! I end up upset at myself for not keeping up with my workouts. Now I know these are perfectly acceptable, normal sizes but it's still hard for me to deal with the few pounds I've gained. But can you blame me? I was always the stringy haired, freckle faced, skinny girl! Being thin was never something I worried about until after I had Elizabeth! That's when it all went down hill fast. I've been on a workout regime since. But life sometimes gets in the way. And as my mom likes to say "eso es la vida de las madres", "that's the life of a mother". Once again, the guilt. Oh sure, sometimes I'll go months with a good workout everyday but then there are those times (like, umm, now) that I'll go days, even weeks without so much as a glance at my tennis shoes. So now I'm down to a month and a half till "D day" as I now call it. It's still early in the day so maybe I'll get something in ... but maybe I wont. Shoot, now I got myself all depressed ... I think I'll go have me another slice of cake.
Till next time, let it shine!
Rhi ♥
