Friday Confessional

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I ate cookies and coffee for breakfast.  I've told myself Sunday is the deadline for this all you can eat pity crapfest if I want to drop 15 pounds before even thinking about getting pregnant again.

Last night at the movies we were in one of the Fork and Dine theaters so the server would occasionally come up and down the aisles to bring food and drinks.  He would literally speed race up and down the stairs and I kept thinking how funny it would be if he fell.  That probably makes me a bad person, but I'm sorry, people falling is funny.  As long as they don't get hurt of course, I'm not totally heartless.

Last week we went to a cookout with some friends and I said I would bring some sides.  I had all these grand intentions of making some elaborate new recipes off pinterest. Instead I bought a can of baked beans and boxed pasta salad.

I had a patient yesterday who's well into her third year of life and still breastfeeding several times a day.  I think that's weird.

The other night I let Jamie eat a peanut butter sandwich and M&Ms for dinner.  It was a Monday.  The husband was working late.  Enough said.

Yesterday afternoon we had a staff meeting and a lunch order was passed around.  I just assumed it would be paid for like it had been in the past so when they said to make sure to bring cash I was surprised.  I honestly wanted to just say never mind and cancel my order, but didn't want to look like a total cheapskate.  But I am cheap.  And would have been just as happy eating a lunch I brought from home I'd already paid for.

I think any way of eating that gets its own name is a fad diet.  Hello Paleo, I'm looking at you.

I've tried countless home made, from scratch, macaroni and cheese recipes but really think the good ole blue box from Kraft is the best.  Even better leftover the next day.  I know.  I'm weird.

The husband and I watched an entire season of Scandal in one week.  That's dedication right there.

Between the miscarriage and Jamie's surgery I haven't had a full nights sleep in weeks.  I'm exhausted.  Not to mention I either have bad allergies or a cold.  The bags under my eyes need their own zipcode.  If I could check myself into the Betty Ford Clinic for a week I would.  Though a week on a beach sounds nice too.

I still lurk on the May 2014 mommy board.  That's probably not helping the bitter/angry phase I'm in.  At least I got rid of the "Only Child Expiring" shirt for Jamie.  Baby steps.

I thought I was going to make it through an entire episode of Parenthood without crying.  And then Ryan proposed.  Damn you Parenthood.  Every.single.time.

Confessions.  They're good for the soul.
Happy Friday!  It's nice to see you, you sexy son of a bitch!

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Fresh Start

 

I don't think I've ever been so glad to see a Monday.

To say last week was long would be the understatement of the century.

It was one long ridiculous roller coaster.

And the ride didn't end with a miscarriage.

Nope.

Just 36 hours after losing one baby, I was checking my first baby in to Children's Hospital to have his tonsils and adenoids removed.

The surgery had been scheduled for weeks, yet the timing couldn't have been worse on my mama heart.  Though I will admit it did offer the perfect distraction from everything else.  It kind of let me push pause on all those pregnancy loss emotions and put them on the back burner.  And there they've stayed.  Friday a Big Brother shirt I had ordered for Jamie arrived.  A shirt I'd toiled over for days to make sure it was just right.  A shirt reading "Only Child: Expiring May 2014."  When I got the mail and saw the package I knew exactly what it was.  I took a deep breath, opened the envelope and prepared myself, but as I looked at that shirt I felt nothing.  I didn't shed a tear, I barely batted an eye.  I just put the shirt somewhere I wouldn't have to deal with it for awhile.  Kind of like I did with my feelings.  Not sure when they're going to boil over. I know I can't leave them shoved back there forever, but for the time being it's working for me.  And if it's not broke.  Don't fix it. 

So instead I consumed my weekend with mending my little patient instead of my broken heart.

We ate lots of ice cream and comfort foods.

I drank beer.

We watched lots of cartoons.

We stayed in our PJs all day.

We played golf in our slippers.

Hung out with my family.

Built crazy eyed Mr. Potato Heads.

We laughed.

It was actually pretty perfect.

And exactly what I needed.

But now I'm ready for normal.

Ready to get back into our regular routine.

Hopeful for a fresh start.



6 weeks, 6 days

For 6 weeks and 6 days I got to call you mine.

I made plans for you.

Wondered if you'd be a boy or a girl.

Imagined you with curly hair like your mama and blue eyes like your daddy.

I Pictured us as a family of four.

For 6 weeks and 6 days you made Jamie a big brother.

Every night he'd ask to read his new special book.

He'd carry your picture around, so proud of his little peanut.

He was convinced he was having a baby sister.

For six weeks and 6 days we celebrated you.

Shared the news.

Prayed for you.

Everyone was so excited.

You were so loved, even from the very start.

From the moment I saw those two little lines you were our baby.

Then as quickly as you came into our lives, you were gone.

Just like that as if you never existed at all.

I may never get to hold you in my arms, but you'll forever be in my heart.

You will forever be a part of our story.

Today I'm pregnant.

First of all, for all those non instagrammer's out there.

Yep.

The rumors true.

I'm pregnant!

My little boy is going to be a BIG brother!

I had fully intended on a cutesy announcement post for today, but baby had other plans so I had to go with plan B.  Thank you for all your prayers and kind words in regards to yesterdays post.

The bleeding continues, but the doctors aren't entirely sure why.

And of course they'd prefer I NOT be bleeding (ummm, me too!), but for now it's my "normal."

So now we just wait and see.

A crystal ball sure would be nice!

I know a lot of women find it taboo to announce so early, especially when they've had as rocky as a start as I have, but so many of you have supported me through my highest of highs and my lowest of lows, so when things started going south this was one of the first places I wanted to turn.

Despite the cobwebs around here lately, I do still love to write, it's very therapeutic for me to just put it all out on paper.  And this is part of my story, whether I like it or not, and I wanted to share it.

Because today I'm pregnant.

I'm not sure if I'll be able to say that tomorrow.  Or next week.

I'm not sure if this pregnancy is going to end with a healthy baby or heartbreak.

But today, for the second time this week, we saw a healthy baby with a strong heartbeat.

And for that I'm grateful.

Though after some spotting over the weekend and now the bleeding, I'm not sure how many more scares I can take.

I'm starting to feel myself view this pregnancy with a bit of a guarded heart.

Afraid to get too attached for fear that it will be ripped away from me.

The innocence of those early days where I would picture us as a family of four are now long gone.

I hate that I now have so much fear and doubt.  I hate that I've lost faith in our little peanut who's proven themselves time and time again to be quite the fighter.

So I'm trying to be strong.

 I'm trying to take each day at a time.

And today, I'm pregnant.



Mama's Intuition

When I imagined announcing my second pregnancy, I pictured it to be all rainbows and butterflies.
Happiness.
Excitement.
Congrats and best wishes all around.
A little boy, with a Big Brother book.
Instead, within an hour of sharing our news with the Instagram world, my world came crashing down.
36 hours after seeing our baby bouncing around, hearing a heartbeat, putting my mind at ease, I saw what no pregnant woman wants to see.
Bright red.
I immediately called to my husband that something was wrong.
I needed to call someone.
The on-call doctor did not seem overly concerned.
He tried to assure me that bleeding in early pregnancy can be "normal."
That we saw a strong heartbeat just the day before and that's a great sign
I'm trying to put my faith in that.
But I can't shake this bad vibe that something is not right.
I can't shake my gut feeling that there's nothing normal about this.
For now I feel like I'm in limbo until I can get more answers tomorrow. 
Praying that everything is just fine.
Hoping my mama's intuition is wrong.

{Giveaway Closed} Disney's Little Mermaid

I don't know about you, but The Little Mermaid is one of my all time favorite Disney Movies.

I can pretty much still sing every line of every song.

Thankfully for all of you, this isn't a vlog, so I'll spare you my horrible off key rendition of "Part of Your World"

Consider yourselves lucky.

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Friday Confessions

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I keep seeing fall outfit inspiration boards with white jeans.  I know the labor day rule is a thing of the past, but I can't do it.  Every time I see them paired with boots and my other personal favorite, the "indoor" useless scarf I get twitchy.

Last night I killed a half a pint of Ben and Jerry's by myself.  In the moment it was glorious.  At 3AM when I woke up with heartburn and indigestion I regretted that choice.  Perhaps I'll think twice before I do that again.  Probably not.

When pregnant with Jamie all I ever heard was how hard it was to shop for boys clothes.  Has anyone looked for boy stuff lately?  Sure it may be slightly less abundant in choices, but at least it's all pretty adorable.  I wandered into the girl section just to see what all the fuss was about and was lost in a sea of pink, tutus and glitter.  Yikes.  It was awful.  I'll stick to my side for now thank you very much.

Speaking of kids clothes.  I kinda sorta hate when parents dress their kids in the same outfits.  I don't care if they're 2 minutes apart or 2 years apart.  If it's everyday or for a family photos.  No body needs to where matching clothes.  Ever.

I don't like Justin Timberlake's new album.  There.  I said it.  The Suit and Tie song took months to grow on me and now I will listen to it, but all the other ones?  Yeah no.  They warrant an immediate station change.  Sorry JT.  I understand if this means we can't be friends now.

All summer long I kept seeing people post pictures of Summer Shandy.  That lemonade beer drink.  So I thought I would try it.  Gross.  It's what I imagine drinking lemon Lysol would taste like.

I have $30 of Old Navy Super Cash burning a hole in my pocket.  I don't need anything.  Jamie doesn't need anything.  But I certainly can't let it go to waste now can I?

I have a bad habit of telling my husband I don't care if he does xyz when really I do.  So when he chooses not to do it, you know, because I told him I didn't care, I probably can't get mad about can I. We all know that's not the case.  No wonder men think women are crazy.

So I know this week I wrote a post about never seeing my child and the awful mom guilt.  And all that's very true.  Well this morning I have an appointment to go to, so even on my day off I have to take Jamie to daycare for a few hours.  And I don't really feel bad about it.


Have anything to get off your chest?  Confess!
Happy Friday Everyone!

My new normal

This morning I left the house around 6:45 am.
The husband was asleep.
The boy was asleep.
The dog was asleep.
Hell, the sun was barely peeking it's head over the horizon.
I hopped into my car, breakfast in hand, and began my drive to work.
You see with my new job, came a new commute.  A 45 minute commute to be exact.
So that means by the time I get off work, I'm walking in the door around 6-6:15 pm.
That's almost half my day.
I've been managing pretty well.  It helps that I love my new job, it's basically my dream job.  And the husband?  Well he's been amazing and has picked up the slack big time now doing drop off and pick up at daycare and getting dinner started.
The first three weeks back into the swing of things, everything was going great.
But today?  Today I cracked.
As I got into my car at 5:30 pm and began my drive home my mind started to race.  I hate not being able to get Jamie up and dressed in the morning.  I miss picking him up from school and our hour of so just us, hanging out, winding down and getting dinner started.  Now I walk in the door, help finish cooking dinner, we sit down to eat around 7 and by the time we finish it's almost time to get ready for bed.  I'm feeling some serious mom guilt.
Sure these long days during the week now mean I get Friday's off.  Oh how I love having my 3 day weekends back.  Plus it means an entire day just Jamie and me, but I'm not sure it makes up for the fact that Monday through Thursday, I basically seem him a combined 8 hours total.  In four days.
I know it's all still pretty new, so I'm still giving myself time to adjust, but right now my mama heart hurts as we all get used to our new normal.

Hanging on to summer.

A few weeks ago as I walked into our supermarket I saw a large display of Mums sitting outside.

Mums?
Already?
Those are fall flowers....
Surely it's not time for mums yet.  Didn't we just celebrate the 4th of July??
And just like that my life seemed to be flooded with signs that fall was coming.
Kids started heading back to school.
Pools started closing one by one.
My instagram feed was overloaded with pictures of Pumpkin Spice Lattes. (gross, BTW.  How do you people drink that swill??)
Fall décor slowly started pushing out the BBQ grills and patio furniture at Target.
Halloween costume catalogs are showing up in my inbox.
College football started taking over our Saturdays.
Usually by now I'm begging for some relief from the summer heat, but for the first time I'm not ready.
I'm not ready to trade in my shorts and flipflops for sweaters and boots.
I'm not ready to pull out the pumpkins and fall leaves.
I'm certainly not ready to give up my lazy weekends at the lake.
Or trade in our Saturday nights sitting by the fire, roasting mallows.
If only I could just hit pause and keep summer forever.

A girl can dream right?

Close the window

In 18 months of Weight Watchers I've officially had my first really big slip up.
I'm not talking about a vacation splurge or weekend binge.
I'm talking big.fat.fail.
Emphasis on fat.
One week before reaching lifetime status no less.
Talk about crappy timing.
Or maybe it was perfect timing.
Ever since reaching my goal in June I got sloppy.
I got cocky, I thought I could just return to some of my old ways.
I wasn't tracking.  I was splurging more.  And the working out stopped all together.
Then we went on vacation for a week the first of July and all hell pretty much broke loose.
I knew there was no way I'd make lifetime that week we got back.  I knew I was more than two pounds over goal, so I did something I hadn't done this entire journey.  I skipped my meeting on purpose saying I'd get back on track on my own and weigh in the following week when I was sure I'd be back at goal.
Big mistake.
Huge.
One week turned into two, which turned into three, which turned into four.......
Everyday I said I'd start tomorrow.
Or I'd start on Monday.
And then take that as a free pass to eat whatever I wanted in the meantime.
It's almost scary how fast the pounds pile back on when you're in a downward spiral like that.
Pretty soon shorts I'd worn just a month ago now barely button.
Now I was so ashamed and disappointed in myself I couldn't even bare to go back to my meetings and face the music.
You'd think I was the first person ever to mess up.  Or like I thought they'd all stone me as I walked through the doors.
My WW leader sends out emails about once a week.  Inspirational stories, tips, meeting recaps.  This past weeks really hit home.  It was all about slip ups and getting back on track.
Talk about a divine intervention.
I immediately emailed her back and said it couldn't have come at a better time, that she would see me on Saturday morning, that I'd be the one with her head down and her tail between her legs.
I needed to do that.  I needed to make myself accountable to someone else.  I knew if someone was expecting me to be there I'd be more likely to actually go.
So Saturday morning, like some weird deja vu experience 18 months later, I sat on my couch with my keys in my hand, knowing I had to go.  I had to do something about it.
I couldn't lose everything I'd worked so hard for.
Walking in those doors was like a breath of fresh air. 
Like I was home. 
I know, it sounds cheesy.  Or like I'm some recovering alcoholic who needs to go to AA, but for me the meetings just work.  They've been such a huge part of my success I'm not sure what crazy idea I had thinking I didn't need to go.  In all honesty, it's when I needed to go the most. 
So many people ask me if the meetings are really necessary.  Can't they just do the online only version?  And for some people that may work.  But for me, I need the meetings.  I need that accountability and it's now blatantly obvious what happens when I try to go it all on my own. 
Could I do it?  Probably.  But I'd much rather have my support system there to pick me up when I fall.
I kind of hate that this blemish now has to be a part of my journey.  But in a way I almost think it needed to happen.  I needed to make this mistake so I could learn from it.  I needed to realize that it's ok to trip as long as you get right back up.  Someone shared a story that really stuck with me, a story I hope sticks with me for a really long time.

So you're out shopping on a beautiful day and all of a sudden it starts to downpour. 

You think, "Oh no, I left the windows wide open at home!" 

What do you do?  Rush home and close the windows right? 

You don't think, "Why bother?  Everything is already getting wet and damaged." 

You certainly wouldn't wait until the morning. 

Or tell yourself you'll close them on Monday? 

 Sounds ridiculous doesn't it?

If only I had forced myself to go back after the initial disaster and owned up to my mistakes instead of trying to cover them up and fix it on my own.
If only I had closed the window.

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Friday Confessions

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I was supposed to weigh in this week to reach my "lifetime" status with WW.  Well week 6 of maintenance happened to fall the week after our vacation and let's just say I won't be within two pounds of my goal weight.  I'll pretty much be starving myself and avoiding my meeting until next week.  Damn you Jeni's ice cream. 

I've been saying for months that for Jamie's 3rd Birthday we're going to move him into his big boy room.  Well we're now less than 30 days away and the downstairs 4th bedroom is still a disaster zone which means I can't move the current guest room furniture down there which means there's no big boy room currently available. {Did you follow that?}  The fact that we don't need his current room {aka the nursery} anytime soon has me seriously lacking in the motivation department.  Maybe I'll shoot for Christmas instead.

Yesterday I only worked a half day, but since I got off right in the middle of daycare nap time I knew I couldn't pick Jamie up until later in the afternoon.  So I had lunch with my husband, went on a solo trip to Target and then filled my cup with adult beverages and went to the pool.  It was glorious.  And like the best day ever.

I've become obsessed with buying swimsuits.  I think I've bought five.  Maybe six.  I've lost count.  In my defense I only had two left from my fat days that still sorta fit.

I broke down and bought a pack over overnight pull ups for our trip so I didn't have to worry about diaper laundry while we were gone.  Once I got over the guilt (and sticker shock, holy freaking expensive!!) it was actually quite liberating.  If we're being honest here, now that we're down to just one a night it's been a bit of a laundry pain in the ass and if it were up to me I'd stick with pull ups from here on out.  My son however hates them and bitches that they're itchy and scratchy and cries for a diaper.  He then proceeds to take them off every.single.night.  Guess I shouldn't be surprised I've created a cloth snob.

We're still not officially on the baby train just yet, however there may have been a slip up on vacation.  Some new buckeye gear may not be the only souvenir we brought home from Ohio.

Forever ago I agreed to do a scrubs review/giveaway and then totally fell off the blogosphere.  They've been bugging me nonstop to write it, so I guess I better get on that.

We've been home for almost a week now and my house is still a mess and not everything is unpacked.  Perhaps a better use of my kid free afternoon would have been tackling that chore.  Then again.  Maybe not. 

It's been nearly three months since I've blogged and I'm starting with a confessions post.  It is what it is.  Hoping to be back with slightly more regularity soon!  In the mean time do you Instagram?  If not what are you waiting for???  Look for me there, I'm MrsEyeCanSee of course!

Happy Friday!

He Said/She Said {Toddler Edition}

She Said:  Jamie, look at these flowers! 
Aren't they beautiful??

He Said:  They are mommy! 

Just like you!

And then I died.
Looks like I've got a smooth talker on my hands!

One line

So you all remember this post??

The one where I talked about how we were supposed to start trying for baby #2 in March, but thanks to unemployment decided to push it back?

Yeah well. 
Easter Sunday after all the festivities were over you could find me at Walgreens buying a pregnancy test and enough 50% off Easter candy to put a small country into diabetic shock.

Nothing like being four days late to send you into a panic.

What is it about a possible surprise pregnancy that leaves you feeling like some unwed highschooler?

As I sat there peeing on a stick I thought.....seriously?!  This isn't happening.

There's no way.

Three minutes later I got my answer.



One glorious line.

Whew.  See.  Not pregnant.

You'd think I'd be relived.  And part of me was.

Part of me was happy dancing in the bathroom.

But that other part of me was disappointed.

I thought maybe a December 2013 baby really was in God's plan for us.

I told myself it would be ok.  It would work out.

Only to see one lousy line.

Of ALL the months to be late, my body had to pick this month??

The month I was hoping to be peeing on a stick but had finally come to terms with the fact that I wouldn't be.

And now here I was, peeing on sticks.

Not cool body.  NOT cool.

It was like the ultimate April Fool's joke....on myself.

Needless to say this past month has been a roller coaster of emotions.

And I'm officially over it!

I'm now on cycle day 44 with no sign of my period and more negative pregnancy tests than a nervous teenager after prom.

Seriously people.  I've tried every brand.  Pink dye.  Blue dye.  In the morning.  In the evening.  I've googled every false negative scenario I can think of.

It's safe to say I'm NOT pregnant.

So what gives?!

I don't think I've ever been so anxious to need a tampon in my life.

My best guess says the 30 day shred knocked my body for a serious loop.

Hmph.

So much for trying to be healthy.

Now somebody pass me a drink!

A day late and a dollar short.

Make that a week late.

Cause who doesn't love a good holiday recap post.

Especially one that's late to the party.

Oops.  My bad.

I'll make it short and sweet!

We colored eggs!

Thankfully only 8.  Because they're all still sitting in my fridge.

What can I say, we aren't big egg eaters around here.

They sure did look good though!

The bunny brought more swag than Santa.

This was just the basket from mom and dad.

There were THREE others between all the grandparents.

Can you say spoiled?!

The theme of the year was definitely CARS!

If it had Mater or Lightening McQueen on it, he got it.

Oh.  And fruit snacks in his eggs.

HUGE hit!

My dad baked the cutest Easter egg nest cupcakes.

From scratch.

Just call him Betty Crocker!

We may or may not have put the leftover buttercream frosting on our waffles for breakfast.

Let's just say I didn't count points that day! 

 We headed over to the Country Club where Uncle Matt works to meet the Bunny.

Compared to last year where Jamie wouldn't come within 5 miles of him, I'd say it was a huge improvement!

While we waited for the big hunt to start, I managed to get our annual family picture!

Not our best, but believe me, compared to Easter's past.....definitely not our worst!

 Jamie hunted eggs like a pro.  Seriously.  I had to do a double take as I watched him skip through the grass collecting his eggs.  Like he's been doing it for years.  Who is this big kid?!

  We ended the day eating lunch with some family friends.....eating more candy.....hunting more eggs....and running around pantless, cause when you're 2 1/2, apparently anything goes!

 

Happy {ridiculously belated} Easter!



Project MILF: 30 Day Shred {Part 3}



 

Well folks.

I did it.

I completed Jillian Michaels 30 Day Shred.

And I lived to tell about it!

So many people told me how much they loved level 2

How it was their favorite level.

While in the thick of  it, I couldn't for the life of me figure out why.

All those plank moves.  And that third strength circuit just about killed me.

Well then I moved onto level 3.

{womp womp}

Kind of a let down.

There was much more focus on strength and a little less on cardio.  I was so used to practically dying and being sweaty and out of breath by the end that this last level didn't feel like as much of a workout.  I'm not sure if level 3 seemed so easy because I was stronger, or it really was just a step down.  I think it was a combination of both.  Either way, I finally understood the level 2 love!

Now for my confession.

I weigh pretty much the exact same thing. The first two weeks I stayed the same. The next week I had a big loss only to follow it up by gaining it all back the next week putting me right back where I'd started. To say I was pissed would be the understatement of the century.  For over a year I consistently lost weight doing nothing but changing my eating habits.  I finally start working out hoping to watch those last few pounds just fall off putting me at goal and instead I lose nothing for 30 days??  I busted my ass for weeks and the scale did nothing??  I was doubting the program and for the first time in 14 months wanted to quit and just be done.  I was feeling pretty defeated.

Not to mention all this intense working out flared up the bulging disc in my lower back.  {I know, I'm an old lady}

By Day 25 I couldn't do one more day without potentially injuring myself further.

So I took 2 days off to rest and recoop.  Both physically and mentally.  I needed a break.

Honestly?  I thought rest was an important part of working out and was always a little shocked they didn't build any off days into the program.  Then again, I'm no trainer, what do I know.  But I was smart enough to listen to my body and say enough.  Besides, 28 days out of 30 is nothing to be ashamed of!  And I'm pretty pleased with the results!  Further proof that just because the scale isn't moving, your body is still changing! 

 Not to shabby for 30 days if I do say so myself!

Am I "shredded?"  No.

Do I have a 6 pack or big guns?  No.

But the wasn't the point for me.

I wanted to get into a regular workout routine and start toning some of my trouble spots.

Mission definitely accomplished!

Now if only I could figure out to get rid of those dimples on my ass.

Damn cellulite.

So what's next?

I've definitely caught the workout bug!

Finally!  Only took 14 months!

I have THREE more Jillian DVDs on the way and I can't wait to try them out.

One is similar to the Shred, quick 20ish minute workouts perfect for days I work or am short on time.

The other two are longer and I'm looking forward to building up some endurance.

I'm not going to go all balls to the wall and workout so many consecutive days.  My body needs a little rest thrown in.  So does my sanity.

Andplusalso?  When the weather finally warms up I'm going to start the couch to 5K program.  I never pegged myself as a runner, but I at least want to give it a try. See what I think.

In the meantime, I'm going to pray mother nature gets with the program so maybe I can rock that swimsuit somewhere other than my bathroom!

TGI{almost}F

Project MILF: 30 Day Shred {Part 2}

Has it already been another 10 days??
This is flying by!
As of Sunday I'm 2/3 through my 30 Day Shred Challenge!
Can I get a hell yeah?!
{chest bump}
Level two was no joke.
Jillian does NOT mess around.
I remember being so excited to be done with level one and those stupid bicycle crunches.
LOL.  Jokes on me.
The first day I did level 2 I spent a good portion of it just starting at the screen with my mouth open.
You want me to do what?!?
During one of the ab moves, I actually CHOSE to do the bicycle crunches instead of the torture move she was suggesting.
As the days went on though, just like with level one, I found the moves easier and easier.
By day 10 I could {almost} make it entirely through the workout with out any pauses.
Those stupid plank jacks at the end got me every time.
I felt like this level got my heart rate up alot more than level one.
I was usually pouring sweat and gasping for breath by the end.
Good news is?  My muscles weren't jelly and sore for days this go around.
Probably means I need to step up from my wimpy 2lb weights!
Here's how things are shaping up after day 20:

I haven't noticed as drastic as a difference body wise between Day 10 and Day 20 as I did in the first 10 days..
Oddly enough, I actually had a {very slight} gain during level one when I saw more inches lost.  By the end of level 2 however, I had finally broken through my 2 week plateau with an almost 4 lb loss and hit my 100 pound mark!  Just proves that even though the scale isn't budging your body can totally be changing!  So don't get discouraged and stick with it!
Bring on level three!!
 

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