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08 July 2014

Good news.. 2nd day in a row at the gym this week. Good because it keeps me active, happy, and for some reason helps with the leg and butt cramps I keep getting these days. Yes butt cramps. I keep attempting to get hubby to rub them out for me.. he's convinced it's a flimsy excuse to get him to play with my butt. Which.. it kinda is.. but still.. butt cramps suck especially when you sit all day at work and attempt to get up to use the potty only to discover you're temporarily hunched over and limping on one leg because well.. you have a cramp.. in your butt cheek.

Bad news.. I've been tramatized by the locker room. I decided a long time ago that I am the change in the bathroom kinda girl. I'm too relaxed to attempt to change behind a teeny tiny locker door with one boob in the locker and one arm smacking into the next locker. I'm also not comfortable letting it all out for anyone to see. Not that I think they care. Or want to see. But it's not like I want to show them either. So I change in the bathroom, take my bag to the locker room, put on my shoes, and I waddle out to the gym. The only exception was today I was attacked by boobs. You'd think my chances of being attacked by boobs would be minimal since I don't actually change in the locker room but today was my lucky day.

I've decided there are 3 types of locker people. The bathroom changers, the I'm going to attempt to fit my body into the teeny tiny locker to change, and the naked and proud. One of the naked and proud girls came in when I was putting my shoes on. Took off her top.. and walked into the bathroom next door... topless. Strange.. typically when I have to pee I realize this before I take my top off. But ok. I get my shoes on and go to leave when boobs suddenly fly around the corner right into my face. I'm half midget and she's apparently half gazelle. So.. after getting slapped in the face with some boobs we both mumble excuse me and I exit at a fast waddle before any more boob incidents can take place. I get my workout done, come back 25 minutes later.. and boobs is still there. Still topless. WHY!?!?! Are they new and she doesn't want to put them away? Is she attempting to air them out for some reason? Maybe she's just waiting for a compliment. If that's the case she ran into the wrong woman. I see boobs all day long. Granted they are cow boobs but boobs are boobs. I wonder if this is why hubby is a butt man. When you've been a dairy farmer and seen boobs your entire life you probably get burned out on the whole OOOOh Look! Boobs! thing. I don't know. I'm still confused. It's the first time in my life I've been slapped in the face with a boob though.

EDIT: I have to wonder.. do men have this issue in their locker rooms?!?!

EDIT to the EDIT: Not the topless women boob slapping them but the naked and proud people running around the locker room or just sitting around enjoying being naked. I wonder if there are nudist gyms. I would google it but I'm sure IT at work already has a ball with half the things I google already.

08 July 2014

Weigh-in: 201.5 lb lost so far: 0 lb still to go: 1.5 lb Diet followed reasonably well
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07 July 2014

I think it may be time for another "Love Yourself" challenge. I have been taking a major beating the last couple of days but I think I'm handling it as best I can. I'm not in a corner sucking my thumb or walking around with a paper bag on my head.. yet. Instead I did something to make myself feel better and I'm trying to remember.. this is all temporary and eventually I will have my body back and I will kick everyones butt when I do. Until then.. I'm just going to try and take care of myself and this little bundle of energy. Although.. don't look at today's food choices. I was in a rush this morning so it's not a salad and fruit kinda day.

Thursday we did an organization event at work. Cleaning out offices, filing cabinets, etc. Then.. we had to take pictures. With us in them. BLECH! I'm not a photogenic person. At least I think it's only in photoes that I make strange facial expressions.. Who knows. Maybe I do those all the time. So yay!! Not. Next was the group photo. Ok.. I can take the fact that I'm pregnant. My belly is round. I'm only 5 foot tall.. I am the oompa loompa in the group photo. I expected this. What I didn't expect... Was the shoulders, the arms, etc. I will never be a teeny tiny little girl. My life, lifestyle, the way I exercise, the demands I put on my body.. it just won't ever happen. My shoulders are broader than every single woman in that photo. If I would have squatted just right and growled I could have looked like a sumo wrestler. So OK I'm strong and I'm proud of this. I'm not proud enough to make this photo part of a corporate wide presentation. *smacking photos* But.. I have no choice. It's either share or don't succeed. So.. yay.. not.

I was finally starting to feel a little better. Perking myself back up. Went and got a new hair cut so I wouldn't feel so frumpy and ooompa-ish. When hubbies best friend and his wife stopped over when I wasn't there. His wife felt the need to inform my husband that I'm a LOT rounder this time.. in front of my can't keep a secret kids. Ok.. it erks me a little that this woman thinks her opinion on my roundness is a discussion. Add the fact that I don't know when she saw me in the last 6 months?!?! Plus given who and how she is I know she's just hopping this is going to be my undoing and I won't drop the weight. She was erked when I reached 150 before I got pregnant. So.. um... yay? Remind me to get back into shape and send her pictures of my fabulous figure when it returns.

The flattery to end all flattery. Another farmer in the area comes over last night. He stops by every once in a while to breed cows for us when the company that does it has stopped for the day. I used to be able to do it but it's not really safe to stand directly behind a cow, put your hand up their.. ahem, and do it while sporting a child directly in line with any cow hooves. So ok.. farmer.. doesn't get out a whole lot... social interaction not really exercised = this conversation.
Him: How are you doing?!?! Still hanging out there I see.
Me: I'm good.
Him: We're going to have to get you a slow moving vehicle and a wide load sticker soon!!
Me: Uh huh.. Too much fertilizer. I'm growing hulk babies.
*slowly creep away to avoid any more small talk and hide in a hay loft*

So? Today I worked out at lunchtime. Ate as best I could since I was running out the door due to oversleeping the alarm. I'll make up for it with a nice dinner. And? tomorrow will be a better day.

Here is me at 33 weeks round....

03 July 2014

I have a theory evolving in my head. The only problem is the one side of my brain has declared me insane. The other side is being optimistically dillusional. I skipped the gym today because well.. I'm tired and my stomach muscles are killing me. The hulk baby is stretching. Or attempting to break free... Only 50 more days till freedom. Hopefully less. :)

This is where the theory started. My dillusional self started it's optimistically twisted theory that once this kid is born I will be so motivated and no longer in a giant rolly polly tired ol body so I should be able to spring back to my lowest 150 lb weight in no time! That's when the other side of my brain woke up long enough to snort and declare the other side of my brain nuts. So dillusional selfie points out all the things I can't really do so well. Like touch my toes, see my toes, get out of bed without the assistance of a crane, etc. And it's got a point.. I still don't see bouncing back being a snap though. Probably because dinner last night consisted of an ice cream cone and a donut. *smacking head* It's also because I have a toddler.. who has reminded me this week that sleep is going to be a thing of the past and I will probably forever be tired. Lets just say those scooter commercials are looking pretty dang good! If it weren't for the walmart people pictures I probably would have grabbed the motorized carts they have there the other day just so I could keep up with the kids running through the store like wild monkeys. Instead I became that mom that helplessly yelled get back here.. then leaned against the display of extra soft charmin. Which.. really.. I'm pretty sure if they stacked them correctly would have made a very very nice bed.

My point? I don't have one. I do need to start eating better if I have any hopes of surviving the future. So this weekend I'm cleaning out the kitchen, getting some good food in there, and keep reading the body book in hopes that Cameron Diaz can inspire me to eat better. Because.. if I do I will grow taller and skinnier and look like.. oh who am I kidding. I just want to be able to get out of bed on the first attempt without yelling "someone come pull me out!!!" Still 50 days to go.

01 July 2014

I'm a sucky food tracker. Come to think of it.. I'm a sucky journaler too. I'm an excellent napper though! 52 days to go until my deliver date and everything is great. Blood sugar great. Iron levels great. Fitness? Well I only made it to the gym once last week due to schedule and a cold but I feel so much better now and I already made it once this week. Hoping to make it again Wed and Thursday since I have to go buy a new faucet over lunch today.

We seem to be having issues with metal this week. First a metal spike went into the trucks new tire and trashed it. Turns out the metal spike was from one of hubbies rakes for the farm so now he feels the need to price new rakes. New really freaking expensive rakes. Next the tongue for the haybin snapped off (imagine a 4 inch round quarter inch thick steel pipe snapping in two)and sent a hay wagon sailing down a hill. Luckily it happened at the farm and not on his way down a steep hill or driving down the road. Even luckier it happened in front of the cow pasture and stopped about a foot from the fenceline. So.. no cows running around loose all excited over their escape. If that wasn't enough someone slammed the back door and something fell off the window ledge and snapped the faucet right off the kitchen sink.. Luckily no fountains of water sailing across my kitchen. We now have what hubby and the 10 yr old have declared. "An awesome water fountain." I'm waiting to see what happens next. All this since Sunday night and they started the addition on the end of the barn. Which.. has metal rebar, and metal posts for the gates, and giant pieces of heavy metal machinery. *smacking head*

But.. on the bright side.. I get a new faucet and no one was hurt and everything is fixable. And.. hubby and the 10 yr old get one more day with their really awesome water fountain while I pick a new one out. Tomorrow I will get my butt back to the gym to help deal with all the stress. lol

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