My Sparkly Sister

Well, B posted and I am pleased to announce I bet she didn't know her writing skills were mad-hilarious!  I laughed at my salty pretzel sister!  She will add to your day with just about any topic!  SO looking forward to this experience with her. Her blog posting cherry has been popped! Great! Now she's going to want this all of the time! 

The app, My fitness pal, I got it also.  I will announce, I haven't lost any weight (Oh, you have to weigh yourself to check and see? Whoops! I will make that happen this week.) What the app has offered for me is a constant reminder of my food, water, and exercise intake.  As well as, B constantly texting me to see if I've added in my food diary, or that pickles have ZERO calories, or to pick up certain items at the store that she's already tried.  Can I get a Yay! for pickles!?  Ew, I can eat one of those things once a week, maybe.  B since she was knee high to a grasshopper has loved pickles.  I remember she would eat kohlrabi like they were apples, by the hands full from Grandpa's garden also.  Yet, another thing I could eat maybe one a week.  It's not as if I don't like them, I just would rather have these fabulous graham crackers with the dark chocolate on the top, and limit my eating of them.  When I eat 1 of those, I really want to eat them by the near dozen.  I savor it like it's the last graham in the world, and try to make it last like a good orgasm without my eyes rolling back in my head.   Back to the app, it's accountability at its best.  I also started to use the XBox sports and quickly was hooked on boxing.  Yah, I just might have imagined some peoples faces on my opponents and that possibly had added to my TKO percentage?...Maybe?  I found when the children went to bed, I was sneaking in the room with the game console to box.  I thought to myself, great I'm just as bad as the kids wanting to play this darn'd thing!  I totally loose track of time, only to barely be able to get myself out of bed the next morning.  But, hey I could log in the exercise and be under my calorie intake for the day...It may afford me the opportunity to eat 2 of those graham crackers rather than stick to my one? Getting out of bed wasn't the only challenge of the day, it made me a snob.  I basically couldn't lift my arms to wave my normal happy to see you wave - to anyone!  I felt much like I thought a T-Rex would.  But, that didn't stop me, I boxed again the following night, creeping quietly into the room - I left a champion.  I wanted silky boxers and a cape. I'm sure it's not a cape, but whatever those are...and I wanted the name of a champion!  I gimped out of bed that next morning following my champ status - only to find I had bruised my heel.  I gimped like a champion for the next 2-3 days.  I was made fun of by my family, as they were finding much humor in my injuries.  But, I boxed last night again, and logged my time, and did a little of the dance game as well, I chose the make you sweat version of the game.  I will admit another thing, I AM NO DANCER.  I dance with the kids when they're babies.  I dance when I have had enough alcohol to make me the best dancer.  It's not the courage factor, it's the "I have no rhythm factor"...but, it's getting me closer to 3 graham crackers. I don't mind looking like a doofus for a graham.

To reflect on B's comment of having her baby 19 months ago and her comments of when she looks in the mirror.  We as mothers all feel this way about the changes that occur with our bodies that coincide with pregnancy and childbirth, to parenting younger children, to the stress of parenting them as they grow.  I hear it doesn't stop when they're adults.  We can lament in these changes, or rejoice in the fact that our bodies are incredible.  Our bodies have changed and carry the responsibility of pregnancy and caring for our unborn child...and then we loose sleep, social interaction, proper eating habits, sleep, and much more with the birth of the children, and if there's siblings that adds another element.  But, what is important to remember, and needs to be instilled in our girls growing up is, the gift of their beauty exactly the way they are, and that they're just as important as these husbands, and children we care for and love.  We need to love ourselves, and put those oxygen masks on as our planes are going down, so that we can care for our family in the best of abilities.  Network, and find another parent who is in a similar predicament, and have them trade for watching your munchkin.  Me?  I've just recently learned to not just require the oxygen, but request, and at times demand it...and I'm a mother of a 18 year old.  So, if there's one thing that you take from this if you're a  Mom...Use your options for oxygen.  If you need a reminder, then put them on your mirror in the bathroom, in the refrigerator, on the wash machine, in the silverware drawer, as a reminder on your phone calendar...Run, walk, meet up with a girlfriend and walk in the mall, be active.  My thing was running.  I am not a runner.  But, you can't run and not breathe.  So I ran to force the issue of breathing on purpose, and it felt good.  I found the runners high, and liked it.  I need to get back to my running, and continue to be a champion, AND dance like nobody's watching.

I'm always proud of my sister, but this time I'm sharing that I'm proud of her for stepping outside of the box and going on this maiden voyage of the blogging world.  I'm proud of her for trying something new to inspire her with this fitness app, and for making me accountable - I got scolded for not logging in yesterday.  It's a fitness pal revolution in our family and she's the one who inspired us all.  I'm proud of her for being her sparkly self, and am glad they didn't take refunds when I wanted to send her back on my 6th birthday.


Love you B...Let's do this!

Love Deeply-Live out Loud & Live your Dash,
T

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