My Best Self

Let's talk about weight...it's awful. I hate the scale, and really try not to look at it. I should honestly just toss it out; or bury it away. I've gained a little weight since last summer. Not much by any means, but I'm short. Us short people notice that sort of thing...though I'm sure many people do. 

I want to be thinner. I want to be stronger. I want to be healthier. I want to look in the mirror and be happier with my reflection. I want to pull clothes on and not pick apart how they look. Most importantly, I want my children to grow up with healthy body images and not be critical of themselves. 

There's only one solution....

Get off my ass and do something about it, because no one is going to do it for me. 

I wanted to be at my prime when I turned 30. That's in a week. I've come to terms that that's not happening.   

I'm tired of always Starting Over and taking those dreaded Before pictures. I never want to take one of those before pictures ever again. 

Tonight I got off my ass. Tonight I did a workout. Tomorrow I will feel it, and I will remember why I feel it. And then I will workout again. And again. And again. Until it's a part of everyday life and I'm not doing it sporadically like I'm doing now and it doesn't seem like a chore when I would rather be relaxing once I get the kids tucked in at night. I need to look at it as a reward, because it's making me a better, stronger person and that's the best reward. 

So tomorrow, when I move a little slower or feel a twinge when I turn a certain way, I will smile, remember all of the reasons why, and put that workout gear back on. 

I'm going to be My Best Self. 

The 52 Hour Road Trip

I think if I could have a general superpower, if you want to call it that, I'd love to be able to teleport. 

We just finished a 52 hour road trip. And how exhausting it was. 1 night at my husbands parents, 1 night at my parents and then home today. 

I don't mind traveling. When we drive through the mountains when we go camping I absolutely love the scenery. It's beautiful. But driving on flat prairie land, yeah, that's not so exciting. 

That's where teleporting would be handy. Scoop up the kids, do the little voodoo-woohoo thing and BAM! you're at your destination. Not only that, it would enable us to get more time in visiting with the grandparents and less time trying to make the baby, who doesn't want to be sitting in the car seat, happy. And who doesn't want a happy baby? 

So if anyone out there has some insider scoop on the possible invention of teleportation, hook this mama up! Please ;) 

Becoming a Werewolf Mummy

What a day yesterday was. My dear friend Jamie, who is a makeup artist and more, decided to further educate herself in different types of makeup application. And I'm not talking pretty wedding or date night makeup, I'm talking horror movie makeup. If you've read my post the Not So Glamorous Life of a Movie Extra, you'll know what I'm getting at.

It's been a good 8 months since I was made up to be a zombie movie extra, so when Jamie said she needed a model, I rounded up my sister to watch the mini-me, and I volunteered! 

Upon arriving at Jamie's friends house, who was going to be teaching her some new skills, I listened in as they discussed the plans for the day. Wow, what a transformation it would be. 

We took pictures as we went so I could see the changes as they happened. This is me, hair pulled back, with obviously no makeup, no lotion, nothing.

And then it began. Partial altered masks, glue, latex, and extra little tricks were all applied to my face. And a blow dryer was used to set and dry it. Next ears were made, formed, and glue and latex and gunk were added to my ears. Yes, I'm totally using gunk as my descriptive word here.

Look at that for a werewolf!! 

But no, we couldn't be done there. Did I mention I was going to be a werewolf mummy? Bring on the gauze, more gauze, torn up sheets and more sheets. 

Jamie maneuvered and got the materials hopefully in a way that she was pleased with, and then we went and took some photos so she could add to her portfolio, and I could add to my list of memories. 

The makeup removal is the worst part of it all; in my opinion anyways. Pulling, tearing, me almost crying and laughing. Ripping like a band-aid was not a win. But slowly and surely, the makeup was removed and I started to look a little more like me again. 

The experience is great. I love being part of anything in which a crazy transformation can be seen. And to help a friend further her knowledge? Heck ya, count me in!! And although I kick my ass every time I sign up for the monster makeup, because it is uncomfortable to remove, I'm sure I'll do it again and again. 

Dear Creepers...

Let's be honest here; People are weird. I know, I know. Pot meet kettle. But really, more times than not, when I go out in public, I'll have someone stare at me. And I don't mean the quick glance as they walk by that many people do, I mean the full-blown stare at you stare. It gets to the point that it seriously makes me uncomfortable, and subsequently, self-conscious. I do have 2 children, so really, I could have almost anything on me at anytime.

I even went as far today as asking my husband and sisters if there was something wrong with me, or if I looked weird, and I just wasn't aware of it. Not that I expected any of them to say something negative about me, but the general feedback is that people are just weird.

I figure from now on, the creepers that stare will either get a smile or a funny face in return. Guess we will base it on my mood that day. But seriously people, don't stare. Just glance and smile and look away, or don't do anything at all. It honestly bothers people...It's creepy.

I Can, So I Will

"You're Never Too Old To Follow Your Dreams"

I absolutely love this quote. There's so much I want to do yet but often stop myself because of my age. I've been trying harder to remember that I'm not old. My age? I'll be 30 in a month. 30!! See, that's young! Or so I've been trying to convince myself. 

There is absolutely no reason why I can't finish my novel. I can finish, and I can publish it. Even if no one reads it; I'm doing it for me, and me alone. And I can even write another one after that. 

I can learn another language, or 2! It may be difficult, but I'm not too old.  

There is an endless list of things I want to accomplish and things I want to learn to do, and my age isn't going to be what stops me. I also want me children to know that there is no limit to what they can do. They can do anything they want. 

I've come up with my own quote. My own Motivation.

I can, so I will.