Big Phat Mama

You learn you are 50% body fat. I mean, it’s almost comical! My neighbor is a personal trainer/educator/coach/awesome guy, and he’s working with me to get fit. We did a body/physical assessment last night and things aren’t terrible, but they aren’t great either.

Soon I’ll have a tailor made workout regimen. I know it may not sound like much but this really took a lot of convincing for me to go through with. See my little brain at work:

“I have 3 little boys to take care of, how will I cram this in on top of every other work and home project?”

“I shouldn’t be spending this kind of money on myself!”

“How many times have I bought a gym membership convinced I’m going to use it everyday?”

“How many new pieces of exercise equipment do I own that are collecting dust?”

“How many times have I signed up for Weight Watchers and haven’t made it to a single meeting?” (yes, this is currently my situation!)

Wellll, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to deduce that things need to change. I’m am outwardly and publicly expressing my commitment to my health. What good am I to my kids if I’m not functioning on any level?

Here’s to my health… :)

I haven’t stepped on the scale lately. I just don’t want to know.  

I feel terrible, I haven’t made the smartest eating choices lately, I’m basically in a big funk and having a hard time getting out of it. The worst part of all of this is it is affecting my kids.

We went to the beautiful Shenandoah National Park on Mother’s Day and I was nothing less than exhausted.

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I should be sleeping, but I shot a video of a song today and the shock of seeing what I look like is traumatizing. The following is the conversation I’ve been having with myself. 

1. My arms are flubbery strong and hold my children close to me.
2. My breasts are in need of a lift beautiful tools that fed my babies.
3. My stomach is in DIRE need of a tummy tuck a masterpiece, every stretch mark has a story, the skin reminds me of my wonderful pregnancies.
4. My butt could use some stair action. No really, it could. 
5. My legs are so wide they touch both coasts faithful they take me anywhere I want to go.

It’s hard to love your body when you’re constantly telling it negative things. My body never speaks unkindly to me, is a marvel when you think of how it regenerates and heals itself, is a trooper for being on the roller coaster of weight gains, has allowed me to experience the miracle of life three times. My body has not betrayed me, I have betrayed it. 

Speak kindly to your body. If you treated a dog or a child the way you treat your body, you would have it removed from your custody. 

I never liked bread or potatoes before I had kids. My body has changed (understatement) and now I crave bread or something sweet around 3 pm every day. Muffins are great because you can skimp on the fat, lessen the sugar, and add whole grains without compromising the texture or taste.

Does this look like cardboard to you?? NO!

This is a great staple recipe because you can change it up! I’ve calculated the Weight Watcher Points using all sorts of different frozen fruits, and while the calorie count may change just a little, the points don’t so feel free to experiment with whatever you have on hand, fresh, canned or frozen. I guess I calculated the points so I could keep a masochistic count as I popped muffin after muffin in my mouth. Eh, can’t win them all. Here’s how I made them:

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