Inspire Me!

Alright, here we go! Movie in, ready to go, water bottle handy.  Let's get a little wild and do a preset program!  Hmmm... not too bad yet, not sweating yet...(of course, I have 3 different fans on various speeds pointing directly at me trying to avoid the unavoidable.)  Here we go, my faithful, always waiting in the corner of the basement for me treadmill.  

After what seemed an awfully long, tedious amount of time,(5 minutes) I was finally feeling a bit flushed and breathing a bit harder... when BAM! My treadmill decided to go on an incline, a steep incline, and my little light went from flashing fat burn to aerobic, whoo hoo we are goin' now! That elation lasted about a whole 15 seconds as I started breathing a bit harder, then whoops! Incline again! and aerobics flashed, then endurance flashed, then aerobics and I'm beginning to see Jillian Michaels' face screaming, "Faster, faster what do you think this is a cake walk!!?" Hmmm... cake, oohh  I could make... AACK I say to myself, "Snap out of it, concentrate!"  I was breathing hard, nostrils flaring, and mercifully, the incline went down a bit and I'm looking at the program thinking, Wow, must've burned 100 calories! 47.  That is it. Oh and I burned 2 carbs. I could've cried.  Of course I'd only been on the treadmill 10 minutes.  It felt like an hour!!!  I need inspiration or this may not last long.  I'd gotten out my skinny pictures, the pre-baby ones, trying to inspire myself, didn't work.   ****sigh**** its gonna take time, a whole lotta patience and  time as the song goes....RIP George Harrison...

Skinny Girl

The skinny girl in me wants OUT!  Wants back what once was!  And its gonna take unfortunately, lots of sweat.... as in exercise.... did I mention how I hate to sweat?  I lived in Tx for awhile and although the experience was overall great, (found my husband there ☺) I hated sweating.  I'd step out of my pink bus (another story) and instant sweat. The kind that rolls down your back and melts the makeup, droops the hair, and leaves one feeling drained and exhausted.   Yup, same with exercise and I'm suppose to do it on purpose!   So maybe that will be the first theme of this blog.  It seems every blog has a theme of some sort.  I know some people will be surprised its not about my passion: cooking/baking.  Maybe after this nasty business of losing  "the weight" (said in a muffled whisper).   So, Bon Voyage, I'm off to begin an unpleasant but beneficial adventure.........

Editing Oneself

Today I was told that I "purse-dialed" someone with my cell phone, and to be honest, it was instant panic on my part.  My instantaneous thoughts were, " What was I saying? Who was I talking to? Oh man was I yelling at my kids?"  I mentally shrugged those thoughts away so I could listen to what this person was saying I actually said, and Whew! it was all innocent, she was highly amused at my stories I was telling a friend I was with at the time.  However, it sure reminded me once again that I need to always be aware of how I sound and what I share with  others.  It also made me put the lock on my keypad in place!!!

Wrong Day to Start?

My sister Kristi is an inspiration,  she's a woman to aspire to, and has had a great influence on me my entire life.  So if this blog sucks, blame her, she encourage me to do this....just kidding, she's an accomplished writer, a published writer and I am just the little sis following in her footsteps once again...

However, this may be the wrong day to start,  I have two vomiting children, 2 teething daycare babes, and PMS that decided to stay an extra week for the fun of it.    (WHERE is that TWIX??!)

I think the title of my blog suites me.  I always have coffee,  the real stuff, none of that fru-fru stuff.  I usually have real cream on hand too.   More than likely I have a baked goodie or two in the house.  Right now I'm thinking of the cheesecake with chocolate biscotti crust in my freezer, or the "to die for" bars on the kitchen counter hmmm..... be right back......
I am one that is NEVER out of conversation either.  In high school I got laryngitis and thought I was going to die.  Another story for another day....