Sometimes You Gotta Laugh

33ce9ad74c8603b60f9f130910f24b27Week: #8

Pounds Lost: 5

Pounds to Go: 125

Woohoo! Another week and another 2 pounds gone! I would celebrate with a happy dance, but this week I seem to have channeled my inner Lucy, so I fear I would hurt myself! Some weeks are good, some weeks are bad, and then there are weeks like this, where you just have to laugh.

It started Monday, a normal Monday by Monday standards, started teaching my bootcamp class, and during the warm up I managed to sprain my middle finger while attempting to stretch my quad. Yes, you read that right, I sprained a finger stretching my leg! Who does that?! If I didn’t live it, I really wouldn’t think it were possible. But there I was kicking my leg back to catch in my hand, and BAM, missed and kicked my own middle finger. I screamed through a smile, some of the kiddos laughed at me, and I sent the mommies for a little warm up run while I composed myself. Class went on, life went on, and about 5 hours later I figured it would be time to ice my finger, you know, since it had almost doubled in size. By nightfall I finally got around to putting a finger brace on it, and when I awoke the next day it was a beautiful rainbow of purples, blues, and yellows. That’s me, Mommy McClumsy! It gets better though. The next day I could bend my finger a little without pain and I took off my finger brace to wash  my hands, in swoops the little hands of my little prince and my brace disappears. Where is mommy’s finger brace? I ask… Over there, he answers. Now, Over there, to my two year old is really more of a general anywhere in the universe type of location. So, here I am, healing slowly without a brace, and I really just have to laugh.

Why I share this story, is because that incident on Monday could have gone one of two ways. I could have gotten discouraged and stopped, or I could have just kept going knowing that it would get better. I chose the optimistic route, and just kept going. My finger wasn’t falling off, or contorted into some unnatural direction, so for me, that meant that it could be dealt with later. I had a “show must go on” type of attitude and I know that this attitude can translate into my weight loss journey. So, I had a painful experience, that doesn’t mean I had to then eat a cake to feel better. So, I had a nibble of my kiddos pasta, that doesn’t mean that I have to turn and binge the day away. One simple mistake, mishap, or moment of negativity does not define a day. Get back up, and keep going, because the day isn’t over yet, and you never know what hilarious Lucy type moment is just around the corner.


Fat-Free Mommy

Welcome to Fat-Free Mommyhood…

Welcome to Fat-Free Mommyhood… or at least the beginning of the fat-free journey in mommyhood. I am a mommy, I love being a mommy, my 6 month old daughter is gorgeous and my reason for being, but I don’t want her growing up with a fat mommy. Of course right now my fat belly is a space that she enjoys as she bounces up and down much like one would on a trampoline, but in a few months that fat belly will stop being a source of joy as she begins to crawl and walk, and my huffing and puffing queen sized behind fails to keep up. But, let’s be honest, yes I want to be fat-free (and by that of course I mean a “healthy weight” think curvy like Kim Kardashian not skinny like Rachel Zoe) so that I can live longer, and be more active with my child, I have a M.A is Sports and Fitness so believe me I know the health benefits and all of the pc reasons that I should want to lose weight, but who am I kidding… I want to be the quintessential M.I.L.F…

I like much of Americans these days was a fat kid, I have been everything from a size 2 – 22 and almost all of those sizes are collecting dust in my current closet. I have yo-yo’d my entire life and have almost literally tried every diet craze out there. Guess what, most of them did work! For example, I lost 80 pounds before my wedding using the HCG Diet (the shots, not drops), felt great, looked fabulous, and then came the honeymoon. I no longer had to fit my sorry behind in a white dress, so the diet gloves came off and poof… I gained over 20 pounds in 7 days. Instead of getting back on track when I got home, I just kept on gaining… and then magic happened, I got pregnant, so obviously you can guess that my weight just kept climbing the fat mommy mountain.

My problem isn’t the dieting, that I can do… it’s the maintaining. Once I look like a “skinny girl” I think that I am a “skinny girl”, you know, those ones who claim that they eat whatever they want without gaining a pound… Well I’m not a “skinny girl” I will always be a “fat girl” on the inside and if I eat whatever I want, I will gain a pound or 5. So, this time, it’s going to be different, and although that has been said countless times before, this time I mean it!

I am starting at a weight that is far too high for a shorty like me, and although I will never share the number with you, lets just say I am Biggest Loser big. You know when they’re on the first episode and almost all of them cry on the scale because the number basically bitch-slaps them with a numerical equivalent to a “Come to Jesus” type talk. That’s me, Fatty McFatMom… well for now anyway. I have a goal of losing 100 pounds and I know I will succeed and maybe even inspire a few to do the same.

So follow me on my journey, if anyone ever reads this I hope I can help or at least provide some entertainment along the way.


Fat-Free Mommy