Friday, April 27, 2012

Top of the Muffin to ya - Weeks 4 & 5

Over the last two weeks, I've lost 2 lbs. Which is painfully slow, but exactly how it should be because I'm still (guys and gals not of the parent persuasion, look away now) breastfeeding.

I'm currently on the Don't Eat So Damn Much diet. Three meals. No snacks. Water. Duh.

Our whole house has had the plague, so running was put on the back burner in favor of not publicly coughing up a lung on a busy street corner.

However, it seems that simply keeping the house 'show-ready' with two babies is enough to have me doing the sleepy jerk by 10 p.m. every night.

Future Muffin posts may address the loathing I feel for the namers of 'salads' such as Strawberry Pretzel, Taffy Apple and Ambrosia. Yum. and.. dammit. Call it what it is. The big ass recipe.
And also.. these people who "forget to eat." Evolutionarily flawed or....advanced?

Off to scrub something before my psychotic break open house on Sunday.

Don't forget to check out Laura at Navigating the Mothership, Amanda at The Sassy Southern Belle and the baby brain!

Monday, April 16, 2012


Henry has it.

Just kidding.

Saturday, April 14, 2012

Harper's literal life.

Harper: Mother (that's what she's been calling me since we got a fresh copy of her favorite scratch and sniff book, Little Bunny Follows His Nose. it gets a laugh. she persists.), I want to pick a bouquet (thank you, Fancy Nancy).

Me: Ok. Front yard or back?

Harper: Both!

((frenzied running about. choosing of azalea sprigs. occasional falling. whining. laughing. bee spotting. multiple "unexpected" presentations of flowers: "Close yo eyess, Momma. Supwise!! Ok. Now you do it. I cwose my eyes."))

Me: Harp, that is an excellent bouquet. Let's take your picture with it!

Harper: (always game for a photo. always.) Ohhhhkaaaay!!

Me: Ok. Hold your flowers up!

Friday, April 13, 2012

Top of the Muffin, to ya! Week 3

All Hell broke loose this week. . . 

Harper got sick on Monday - one of those feverish sniffle things. Where she'd wake up multiple times in the middle of the night, losing her marbles, because she couldn't breathe through her nose or. . . her throat hurt. . . or something. Coming from a, well, dramatic child who - just last night - flung herself on the floor and cried because one of her blackberries fell on the floor and expelled some blackberry juice. "There is gore! Please help!" You can imagine how the sniffles have the potential to be world-ending.

Henry started teething HARDCORE on Monday. I haven't put down the 17 lb baby since. Yep. Holding him now. He's kicked the computer off my lap twice.

I'm also currently holding a microphone and singing "The Farmer in the Dell" repeatedly, but that's neither here nor there. Especially since Harper continues to request "Lub Chack baby" but God, I hate the B-52s.


I was up forty jillion times every night.

Damn, I was tired. And it was cold this week!

One morning at 6:00 when Harper was up for the day and Henry was exhausted but. . . up, and Brandon suggested that I go for a run that night, I very nearly pulled a 'Harper' myself.

When Brandon really would get home from work, all I'd want to do is just. . . .sit down, but it's when we'd start working on the house. Because it's going on the market. In a week.

And don't even get me started on Easter lunch and subsequent leftovers. . . 


They'll always be there if I want to use them.

So I buckled down in other ways: I drank a ton of water and just tried to not make terrible decisions until I could come up for air.

And I have.

Harper slept through the night last night. Henry only woke twice.

Verdict: Down 2 lbs. for a total of 5. 

Don't forget to check out Laura at Navigating the Mothership for Fitness Friday and Amanda at The Sassy Southern Belle!

Friday, April 6, 2012

Top of the Muffin, to ya! - Week 2

This post comes to you from the couch portion of the couch to 5k, to which I stagger through the door, heaving and fall.

I kid. It's not that bad. Easy and fun, really.

Of course, it's only day 2. So there's that.

And make no mistake..

I'm that girl. The one you drive by and suck in a little air through your teeth, maybe wince, and shake your head. "Poor thing." I would look no less pathetic if I were wearing high-waisted acid wash jeans and sporting a fanny pack.


..Really though. You know how some people don't dress for the gym? They just go and run on the treadmill in like...khakis or cords? That makes me giggle every time.


This week, I focused on making small changes in addition to beginning a standard C25k program.

I quit 'stress eating.' This is where you might roll your eyes and if I see you do it, I will send Harper over to poke them out: Being with a toddler all day can be stressful when she's having a bad day. Stressful. Enough to go something. Someone hold me.

I quit sugary carbonated beverages. And for Pete's sake - no more big glasses of juice.

I quit the crockpot. (Y'all..seriously. Don't flood me with Pinterest 'healthy' crock pot recipes. I will pin the tail on that donkey eventually, but right now, nothing good (for me) comes out of that thing. Precisely because I want to eat the whole damn thing.)

I quit the Easter candy. I shake my head that I even have to write this.

I quit making cookies after dinner.

One rave this week - 

Cooookie. ..j/k. My humor? Brought to you by a 2 year old.

Dunkin' Donuts Egg White Flatbread. The veggie and turkey sausage options are both spot on. 


Down 3lbs.

Please, please check on Laura at Navigating the Mothership - she's so much healthier than I. And probably doesn't eat Dunkin' Donuts anything. And Sassy Southern Belle? How'd you do this week?