If Snooki Can Do It, So Can I

Meet my new office chair.



I’m hoping it gives me Brooke Burke abs (I just realized she is only two years younger than me…wow) or at least makes me a little more confident when I have to wear a bathing suit in public, which will happen at some point this year. My girls love to swim and we’re going to beautiful Jekyll Island, Georgia, this summer. Spring break is also in 8 weeks and although we just have a staycation planned I think 8 weeks is a good, realistic, goal for focusing on fitness.

So, over the next 8 weeks I’m trying to snack well, drink less wine (sob), get at least 40 minutes of exercise 4 days a week, drink more water, and watch my portions. I listened to a radio interview with Snooki last week (do not judge!) and she was complaining about her wellness regime to Ryan Seacrest. If Snooki can give up her Long Islands, then I can give up my wine. BUT NOT ON THE WEEKENDS or I might get all Jersey Shore crazy or sumpin’.

I have two very active little girls who have more energy in their pinkie toes than I do in my entire body so I need to boost my metabolism and if it takes an obnoxious green ball to get me going then so be it.

Do you have suggestions for good 20 to 30-minute workout DVDs? That’s about all I can handle. I’m also curious about Zumba for the Wii. Love it, hate it? I have exercise ADD so it’s got to be fun to keep me interested!

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As The Thighs Burn

The girls have been at my inlaws this week attending Vacation Bible School (aka free day camp with Jesus) with their cousins. I’ve missed them, my husband has missed them, and even Jack the dog curled up nightly on the floor by Miss C’s bed.

Still, when your kids head to the grandparents for a few nights and you realize you’ll have the house to yourselves there’s a little bit of Risky Business dancing around the house action that ensues. It’s like you’re 17 again and your parents announce they’re going out for the night and you’re in charge of the household. In reality you’re 40 and you’re just excited about the prospect of cleaning your 5-year-old’s room and tossing the 2.5 million gumball machine and fast food toys she’s collected over the past 6 months.

You’re also thinking THANK YOU JESUS I can just make myself coffee in the morning and get myself ready for work and not worry about refereeing the short and sassy people for a few days. You can also eat your 5-year-old’s beloved Cheetos, although you must always remember to replace the bag before she returns home.

On a more productive note, one of my must do things this week was to do a little extra working out. I’ve got to burn off those Cheetos!

I dusted off my Shred DVD yesterday and about two minutes into it the sound started cutting off intermittently. Not wanting to lose my momentum (I have fitness ADD and pretty much anything will distract me from exercising…oh look a squirrel on the patio!), I continued to do the workout without stopping the DVD. I’ve done it often enough to hear MWAA HAA HAA HAA SUCKERS!”

Suddenly it occurred to me that working out to her DVD with the sound muted the entire time was nothing short of brilliant.

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Kind Of Like A Drinking Game, Only More Painful And Humbling

I decided at the beginning at the month to not drink any alcohol for the remainder of January. Not that I’m a big drinker but I do love wine and margaritas and then there was that chocolate martini I had New Year’s Eve. Chocolate and vodka? I am SO THERE! I’ve also cut back to one cup of coffee in the mornings and I’m having organic tea if I still need a little hot buzz of a drink.

Any way, I have lost a little weight (fluctuating between 2 and 3 pounds) but it dawned on me this week that if I don’t get off my bloggy butt I will have been abstaining for naught. And that? Would be so sad.

I am not an exercise mama. I detest going to the gym. I am amazed that I actually went to a kickboxing class before I got pregnant with Miss A and that I signed up for a hip hop dance class last summer. You’ve got to keep me amused if you’re going to get me exercising. I’ll give credit to my mama’s genes that I am no in worse shape than I am. I’ve always been able to get away with eating whatever I want and I was downright skinny in high school but don’t remind me how LONG ago high school was. I’m reminded every time I log on to Facebook and mistake old scanned photos of myself for a Winger video extra.

Any way, once you hit 35 or so the ole metabolism starts to plummet of the face of the Earth and you can no longer get away with eating a half gallon of queso and two baskets of chips at your favorite Mexican joint. This week I’ve started working in some walks and I walked 3 miles yesterday (once by myself and once being pulled around the neighborhood by our dog Jack.) And then this morning I decided to jog every 10th mailbox for a minute or two on a 2-mile route. I made a little game out of it and it wasn’t too bad.

Now I’m sitting here working at my desk and eating lowfat cottage cheese and granola.

This sucks. I don’t know how you healthy people do it.

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