Gee Thanks

I'm so upset and pissed right now. On Friday I hurt my back, so today I went in to see the doctor. "You need to lose weight". Um, really? Hmm, I hadn't thought of that. These past 6 weeks or so I've just been lounging on my ass, forget that I went to see you around 6 weeks ago to get my physical to make sure everything was okay for me to start a weight loss routine. I guess you didn't look close enough at your chart to see that I've lost 13.5lbs since you last saw me. So telling me I need to lose weight when I have been losing weight for the last several weeks just pisses me off. Yes, I realize that I'm no Halle Berry. And thank goodness I'm not! I love my curves and sexy hips. But that is neither here nor there. But the point is could you have at least LOOKED at my chart and NOTICED I've been working on losing weight and strengthening my core?

So whatever, I've got a back sprain AGAIN with sciatica. Which is not as cool as it sounds. So once again I've been told to lose weight and strengthen my core. Which I could have told myself and spent the copay on lunch. So now I've got to revamp my routine to less intense cardio program and more of a core strengthening routine. But until the back pain subsides I'm just going to walk and attempt to eat right.

Oh Back! Why Has Thou Forsaken Me?!

On Friday afternoon, I slipped and fell in the rain. I thought I was just having some minor bruising. But, today my back is still in a lot of pain. So this week I am headed to the doctor to make sure I didn't sprain it again. So instead of doing my normal routine, I am just going to take it easy but continue to at least walk 30 minutes and eat right.

23 Days Left to Donate

See now some of yall didn't hear me the first time. You know you want to donate. Your finger is just itching to type in your credit card number or write a check for the March of Dime to sponsor me. Come on...you can do it! I'm not asking you to walk the 5 miles with me...yes, 5 miles nonstop. Unless you really want to and of course I would love the company. Or you can just sit on your butt while I walk. So open up your wallets and give a $1, $5, or even 50 cents...okay, I don't think you can really only give 50 cents. But you can only give a dollar. And, every little bit helps. So come on and look to the right, scroll down a little until you see the adorable child encased in a purple frame, and click! You can do it!

FYI, if you donate more than $10 I'll send you the youtube link of me singing "I Believe The Children Are Our Future" I can't promise your ears will survive though :D

Ya'll Ain't Ready For This Jelly

Cause my body's too bootylicious for you! Yep, I'm over here singing some Destiny's Child. Hush up you Bey haters, it's not about her, it's about ME!!! So today, I finally decided to see if I could squeeze my soon to be non existent Betty Crocker thighs into an old pair of capri pants. And to my amazement I was able to do it!!! Yeah!! I'm so excited! Goodbye size 14/15 pants and hello size 12/13 pants! See, I was so excited that I had the hubster take a picture of my ass. Yeah, I know what you're thinking..."Makita, we don't want to see your ass, but since you put it up there, it does look flipping fantastic!" I KNOW!!!! And, I'm not even an ass girl. My power lives in my beautiful hips. Notice you can even see my curves starting to become more prominent! I'm so proud of myself. I need to go ahead and keep it moving and not lose sight of the prize. Yeah, I really want to win the contest. But even if I don't, I'm just more than happy with my body! I'm so proud of me!

No Measurements Week of 3/20

FYI...I wasn't able to take measurements for last week. Our family reunion kicked off the same day and I was swamped with getting my house ready. The only thing I remembered to do was weight myself. I didn't have time for the full measurements before I had to leave. But, next week I'll be back in gear!

Getting My Ass Back In Gear

So last week was awesome!!! I lost 5 1/2lbs, but not so many inches. But the real defeat was kicking Ms. Thang's ass by working out twice a day so that she wouldn't get the best of me. And I did kick her ass too. But then what did I do this weekend? I got sloppy and ate a shit load of cookies and developed an addiction to tropical punch kool-aid. I know better, I know. But I swear I had no choice. I was an innocent maiden trying to gather lunch for my village folks and all of a sudden the damn kool-aid burst man pops up out of nowhere and starts pouring kool-aid down my throat and shoving cookies in their too! I kid you not. Check the newspaper! My story is listed in the "People Who Are Lying Through Their Teeth" section.

Okay, okay so I'm planning to do better. While I won't be working out twice a day every day this week, I'm still going to give it my all and really feel the burn. Now let me get moving and go have my daily chat with Billy.

Psst...Donations to sponsor me for March for Babies is still very much needed :)

Confused, but Satisfied...I Guess

Okay so if you look to the right you'll see My Stats. Yeah for me! I lost 5.5lbs since last week. Great!!! But I don't understand how my body fat percentage didn't go down. My BMI went down a whole lot and now I am at the threshold of being out of the obese I category. So I'm super excited about that. But the body fat percentage is getting to me. I noticed I also didn't lose a lot of inches, but I wonder if that may be due in part to the slight bloating I got going on thanks to Ms.Thang. Hmm? I don't know. But I'm also super proud of myself because I worked out twice a day every day this week because I knew she was coming to visit and I was determined not to let her get the best of me. So ha ha, TAKE THAT Ms. Thang!!!

Oh and I forgot the most important thing! I am finally OUT of the 190s!!!! FINALLY!

Not Today Ms. Thang, Not Today!

That's right chile! Not today! You think you are so slick, trying to creep up on me. Chile please! I wasn't born yesterday. I'm hip to your game and I know your name. Trying to psych me out with some weight gain. Heifer, I don't think so. Trying to lure me into temptation of a threesome with Otis Spunkmeyer and Ben and Jerry. You must think my name is boo boo the fool! But like I said not today Ms. Thang, not today! I've been dealing with your bitter ass since I was 11 years old. Mmm hmm, every 28 days. So I know what's up. I know the game you trying to play on me. But I got you this time. I bet you wasn't expecting me to not eat anything salty and workout twice a day so I can defeat your bloating techniques. And you just knew I was going to reach for my old friends Otis, Ben, and Jerry. But, ha ha you were wrong. I'm rolling with new friends now. Named Chiquita, Granny Smith, and some chick who just goes by Sun Maid. So stop hating! You are not bringing me down this month. Oh no, I am not having your bull this month. So come on bring it! I'm ready. Ready to knock you back on your ass! Hmmph! Trying to mess with me, you must be crazy!

March for Babies 2009

Okay quick, everybody look to the right of their screen. Now scroll down a little bit. Keep strolling...STOP! See that cute little boy in the purple frame? Click it. Now wait for the page to load...step away from the computer...go grab your wallets...come sit back down...open your wallet...pull out your credit card...and click donate.

Great job! You've now sponsored me for March for Babies 09. A fundraising walk that funds research to fight premature births. Don't you feel so proud? I know I'm proud of you!


Wait...what? You can't afford to donate right now? Not even a dollar? Every one has a dollar! You can find that in between your sofa cushions and husband's dirty laundry because we all know men forget to empty their pockets before they put their clothes in the hamper (if they even manage to not to just leave their clothes on the floor next to the hamper). Come on, you know you want to. Yes, I'm totally resorting to guilting you :D Come on, it's for the babies

My Personal Trainer

So who needs to hire a personal trainer when you have an almost 5 year old who will gladly whip your butt into shape? Correction whip your "big butt" into shape. There are few things in life I'm not open to trying. I think I'm pretty adventurous. Okay wait, here I am lying again. I'm not that adventurous. Just mildly adventurous as long as it doesn't involve needles, sex with strangers (or anyone who isn't my husband), bridges, and a bunch of other things listed on my "Oh Hell Naw" list. So anyway, one thing I am gladly adding to the list is taking my soon to be 5 but I really think he's going on 15 son into the dressing room with me. Last Tuesday, I got a call back for a job interview. No, no, don't get excited...the job blows. So, here I am on Tuesday looking for a suit for the interview. Since I'm not fond of leaving my children outside to fend for themselves against perverts and other losers I bring them into the dressing room with me. Now my 4 1/2 month old is just precious. He's sleeping his little heart out in the stroller. But my soon to be 5 year old? Nope. Wide awake and ready to make mommy feel good about her body. "Mommy, your butt is blocking my head in the mirror" "I don't think those pants fit they look like they are hurting" "I can't see cause your booty is taking up all the room" "How come you got all those lines on your stomach? They look like tiger stripes. Are you a tiger? Are you sure?" "Your booty looks like it's eating those pants" Gee thanks son! You make mommy so proud. And of course you made the lady is the next dressing room snort with laughter.

But oh it doesn't end there. Tuesday, I forgot to workout because I was so nervous about the interview on Wednesday. So Wednesday gets here and I go on my interview and yadda yadda yadda. I get back home and after talking with the hubster, I decide to go workout. I'm in the middle of my workout when my little terror, oops, I meant my soon to be 5 year old comes in and says "Hey! You didn't work out with Billy yesterday so you need to do extra today." I pretend not to hear him and keep working. So I finish the tape and start working on my abs when he starts yelling at me to "feel the burn" and to "push it" and my personal favorite "a minute of the chips is a lifetime on the hips". What made it worse it while I was doing my pushups he thought it appropriate to sit on my back! And wouldn't get off until I had counted out five. Who in the hell was this child? Surely, not my little guy? I ended up getting one hell of a workout thanks to him and his stubborn attitude. And to top it all off once we finished he said "great job mommy, you're doing great, but you're butt is still big." LOL, kids

FIRE!!!!!!

Okay, so yes I know that one isn't supposed to yell "Fire!". Unless there is an actual fire. But, there are two things you should know. First, that rule applies to crowded places. Currently, it's only two of my boys and me at home. Secondly, this is my house so I can yell whatever I want, lol. So nana nana boo boo to you. ;-) Fire is exactly what I screamed out after doing my abs workout. It was so damn intense. And it was only 10 minutes long! I know! But me being a glutton for pain and really wanting to have super sexy abs, I'm going to do it again later today. As much as I hate working my abs, I absolutely love it at the same time.

Now of course I want those "drop dead gorgeous wear a stomach bearing shirt every day" abs, but my true motivation is just strengthening my core. The core is where all the magic happens so I need to keep it together. Plus, I don't want to mess around and get hurt again. Back in Fall of 2007, I sprained my lower back doing some questionable activities, lol. So my physical therapist explained it was all in part due to my weak core muscles. At the time, I had only 2 sons, but those two c-sections I had had weakened my core muscles. And, my back muscles were trying to compensate for that weak spot. So I ended up spraining my lower back and that shit was so not cool. It hurt like hell. So he taught me some exercises to strength my core and alleviate back pain.

So now that I have 3 boys, hence having had 3 c-sections now. It's best for me to start working on strengthening my core muscles again so I don't have any repeats of Fall '07. But damn if it doesn't burn. It literally felt like someone had lit a match and thrown it on top of my core muscles. I was feeling the burn!