His name is Tony Horton. I have been doing P90x for almost 3 months. I am bound and determined to be hot by summer time! I also became a beachbody coach. If you are interested in any beachbody products please let me know. They have a lot more than just P90x! Here are my pictures so far!!!
A friend of mine posted this on a forum I am on. I loved it so much I felt the need to share with everyone!!
Being A Mom
We are sitting at lunch one day when my daughter casually mentions that she and her husband are thinking of "starting a family."
"We're taking a survey," she says half-joking. "Do you think I should have a baby?"
"It will change your life," I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral.
"I know," she says, "no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous vacations."
But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my daughter, trying to decide what to tell her.
I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes.
I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will heal, but becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will forever be vulnerable.
I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without asking, "What if that had been MY child?"
That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her.
That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die.
I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub.
That an urgent call of "Mom!" will cause her to drop a soufflé or her best crystal without a moments hesitation.
I feel that I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood.
She might arrange for childcare, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting and she will think of her baby's sweet smell.
She will have to use every ounce of discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her baby is all right.
I want my daughter to know that every day decisions will no longer be routine.
That a five year old boy's desire to go to the men's room rather than the women's at McDonald's will become a major dilemma.
That right there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming children, issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that achild molester may be lurking in that restroom.
However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother.
Looking at my attractive daughter, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself.
That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child.
That she would give herself up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years, not to accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her children accomplish theirs
I want her to know that a cesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will become badges of honor.
My daughter's relationship with her husband will change, and not in the way she thinks.
I wish she could understand how much more you can love a man who is careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates to play with hischild.
I think she should know that she will fall in love with him again for reasons she would now find very unromantic.
I wish my daughter could sense the bond she will feel with women throughout history who have tried to stop war, prejudice and drunk driving.
I want to describe to my daughter the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to ride a bike.
I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or cat for the first time.
I want her to taste the joy that is so real it actually hurts.
My daughter's quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes.
"You'll never regret it," I finally say.
Then I reached across the table, squeezed my daughter's hand and offered a silent prayer for her, and for me, and for all the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this most wonderful of callings.
I joined a gym about 9 weeks ago....I NEVER stick with a workout routine. So far I have been going to the gym 6 days a week. I also started weight watchers....yup, I am a point counter! But I am seeing results!!! I still have 30 pounds to my goal before our vacation in June. I cannot wait to wear a bikini, stretch marks be damned, I am wearing a bikini this year!!!
Catchy title huh?!
I havent blogged in a couple days so I have some catching up to do. I was given two blog awards. (You should see the amazing dance I did when I saw that)
Jaidyn was out of school for a almost a week because of the snow....this week was right after Christmas break. Needless to say, I was ready for her to go back to school. I started weight watchers because I want the scale to move faster. I do have 40 pounds to get rid of before our vacation!!! I am losing inches but not weight, all the spin classes have been toning and building muscle in my legs. I have to say my butt is starting to look amazing! Its perky again! Woohoo!
Tuesdays Tips....today I am focusing on fashion for single digit weather!
When it is this cold and there is snow on the ground, no one will judge you on the shoes you are wearing!
Any type of head wear is ok, seriously it freezing!
I don't care what TMZ says, uggs are your friend! The knock off uggs are alright but the real deal keep your feet so warm its amazing! Both my girls have real uggs and i have a few pairs as well! They are worth every penny!!!
Stiletto boots and ice dont mix! Someone should have warned the girl at walmart. She was trying to look hot in those amazing boots, instead she looked like she had to poop and was trying to keep it in. She was doing this waddle tip toe move. If it wasnt so cold i would have laughed until i cried...but the tears would have frozen on my face!
If you the parent, are bundled up. Your child should also be bundled up. I understand that children have their own ideas when it comes to clothing. My 6 year old would live in glitter Hannah Montana apparel if I let her. But guess what?! I am the mom. It my way or the highway. Your child should not be in short sleeve shirts and flip flops in the snow. I think people should have to pass a test to have children! (The balloon boy incident would not have happened if there was a test to procreate!)
Sorry Tuesdays tips were not as funny or helpful today. I am working on a great list for next week!
Now moving on to the blog awards!
The first one is from my amazing friend Chelsea! Her blog is one of my favorites and I read it multiple times a day! Her recipes are to die for! I am going to make those black bean brownies this weekend!
Can winter be over? If you asked me 2 days ago what I thought of all this snow I would have replied,
Forget the Apple bottoms jeans and the boots with the fur. Last night I rocked the padded bike shorts and the shoes strapped to the pedals!
It was spin class round 2! The first class I took I didnt wear padded shorts. HUGE, HUGE mistake. I was rendered useless for over a week because of the butt soreness. So, I made a pricey purchase of padded shorts. And not the cheap ones padded with foam. These bad boys have a gel seat. My butt does not look cute in them and they kind of make me waddle but I love them! Check the out the padding...its like sitting on a pillow!
