Mr. Mom

It's amazing how uneventful my life is without my kids. I live each week thinking only 4 more days until I see them again. Each week is a countdown. If I didn't have my boot camp to keep me busy 2 of those nights I might go stir crazy. What I need to be doing is getting off my tv watching hiney those other two nights and getting that house decluttered so we can put it on the market!

I have to brag on JD a little bit. Let's be honest...I had my doubts about how him having the kids full time was REALLY going to work. I'm a bit of a control freak (I know...some of you are so shocked! HA) He's always been a very attentive daddy - always interested and involved with whatever the kids might be up to. I called him fun Daddy. While he was having fun I was nagging mommy. I pretty much did everything myself..not because he wouldn't help, but because I liked it that way. He wouldn't do things my way or on my time line, so I'd just rather do it all. This situation with me being here and the kids being in AR with him might have been a good thing. Don't get me wrong, I still hate this. But, I've been able to let go a little and let him show me what he can do...after all he is their daddy and is capable of handling the situation, I just never gave him the chance. He's also been able to see that there is a method to my madness - why I do the things I do. It's been good for both of us. He's managed to keep the kids health, alive, and happy. I joked with him about all my free time and he said he's got about 15 minutes of free time after all the chores are done at night. Poor thing. :) I'm hoping that once we are all under the same roof, I can continue to let go some of that control. Who knew there would be a silver lining to this situation?

K...now for my boot camp update. Today I feel like I am 72 years old, maybe even 73. I've already been made fun of in the office for limping around. Overall it's going great. I love it...can't wait to go...that was until yesterday. I had a busy day at work and was a little frustrated and not really looking forward to going. I really just wanted to go run through Arby's drive thru and head to my couch. But, I went. I struggled the entire class. Couldn't catch my breath. Couldn't keep up. Couldn't do those dang arm movements with the footwork...seriously, when did I become so uncoordinated. I've been discouraged also because somehow in this process I've gained 5lbs. My sweet husband told me that he's sure it's just muscle. I hope to goodness it is. I've been eating 90% the way I should. I do fall off the wagon, but not bad and not often. Overall my eating habits have improved by leaps and bounds. Before this, I literally would go days with snacking and maybe eating one decent meal. No wonder my metabolism went AWOL. I know I'll be fine. 3 more weeks to go. I plan on signing up for the next round. By Christmas I hope to be lean again. Those mirrors in the workout room remind you of why you are there. I'm convinced they have those carnival mirrors in there that make you look a little wider than you really are. Where are the skinny mirrors when you need them?? :)

More bootcamp, a phone call and my family is heading home!

Day 2 of my boot camp went much better than day 1. Wednesday's class was lots of cardio and weight training. I would have updated this yesterday except I couldn't move my right arm. PAIN! :) Today is better...a little. Saturday wraps up my first week and we will be doing cardio and toning focusing on abs, which is what I need! I felt like I kept up on Wednesday and was proud of how I managed to make it through it all without passing out although my limbs were shaking at several points. I've done pretty well with my eating, but I do need to find something else to eat besides chix and green beans.

On a good note. I'll share this info with my Beenestalkers since the blog is private. I received a call yesterday from a position I had applied for in Little Rock on Sept 3. Spent about 15 minutes on the phone with the CFO and I feel like it went really well. He told me he was impressed with my resume and my level of skill and executive management that I have supported. Cross your fingers. I had not planned to leave Dallas before the end of the year, but if this turns out like he said it might then it would be worth going ahead and making the move. He said I was on "the list" whatever that means and I would hear from him in the next week or so. Hopefully he calls back! We will see.

The best part of my day is JD and the kids are heading to Texas after work/school. 1030pm can't get here fast enough. I think we are going to see Cloudy with a chance of meatballs at some point. Uncle E and Aunt Sissy have invited us over for Ribs on Saturday night...and boy am I excited about that! Still haven't figured out if ribs are on my nutrition plan or not. But, either way, I'm allowed one not so great meal a week and this will be it. I can't pass up these ribs...they are goooood.

Hope all of you are having a good week!!

Boot Camp Day one

I've always been a skinny girl. I can thank my Daddy for that...thank you Daddy. He gave me the genetic genes that I didn't appreciate nearly enough. When I went into the Air Force I was under weight. I had to get a waiver to even go to Basic Training. I've had 3...count 'em...3 babies and my jean size never really changed. I know, I know...poor me. But, this has been my life...well, up until this year anyway. For some reason 2009 changed all that. That is why I'm calling it "THE YEAR OF THE GUT." Let me tell you folks, it ain't pretty. :)

About February I noticed that I had gained a few pounds. No biggie. I gain/lose a few pounds regularly. My not so healthy eating habits had never been an issue. I am one of those people that ate whatever and whenever I wanted. It took me a few months to realize that I can't do that anymore. My age and my metabolism were playing dirty tricks on me. By the time I realized this, I was 15 lbs into it and I've been going through months of denial. HA! But, the sad true fact is I have a gut, a spare tire...the dreaded muffin top. Now I have to do something about it. I know in the big scheme of things my weight isn't bad, but with these extra pounds I just don't feel like me. It was time to do something about it.

My sister in law Rachel has attended boot camp classes for quite some time and I thought this might be a good way to get back on the healthy train. I need someone there to tell me what to do and I need accountability for showing up. I will make every excuse in the book not to exercise or to eat that brownie for dinner and promise to eat chicken and salad tomorrow. I need someone to be disappointed in me or excited about my progress.

Last night was my first class. I was pretty confident. I was by far one of the youngest people in the class. This will be easy I'm thinking. Ummm...let me say...I'm embarrassed to be me. Those 50 year old women kicked my butt. I thought for sure with my active life (kids and work) I wouldn't be behind the power curve. People, I haven't even made it to the curve...I can't even see it. I have some work to do on myself! We started off doing some simple warm ups that involved a little coordination. Apparently, I left my coordination back in 1992 with the Stingerettes because I didn't have any last night.

I left feeling defeated and disappointed in myself. One of those nights where junk food on the couch feels like the only thing to make you feel better. But, I was strong. Went home and had chicken. Today I have stuck to the plan and not faulted. GO ME! :)

So, as my loyal BeeneStalkers you guys stay on me. I'm a people pleaser and I don't want to disappoint. I keep telling myself its only 6 weeks and that will fly by. Right? :)

Next class is Wednesday. Wish me luck.