Makeover Monday

My blog had a makeover this weekend and now it is time for my own. This was the perfect-work-together-help-your-marriage project for Mr. B and I. I was in love with him (always am, but there was that extra burst of love) for helping me and fixing the things I couldn't figure out and he felt good, proud, needed and accomplished of himself. Um..Win-Win!

Now it's on to my makeover. I have been putting it off "On New Years I'll begin", "The Monday after New Years", "After our weekend away", "Next Monday". I am trying to convince Mr. B that this is completely normal for a girl to have a "tomorrow" diet, he doesn't agree, but I know I am not alone. This time I am serious. For real.

I was feeling all motivated last Wednesday, the sun was shining, I woke up early, I was totally loving not working and looked forward to the many more days I had. Thursday and Friday come around and that whole "Wohoo the sun is shining, I'm on top of the world, I want to wake up early everyday!" attitude quickly died and got buried with the sun. We had crazy rain storms, and I slept in and then positioned myself on the couch and sat there all day. The only thing that even got me (got or jump, one of the two) out of bed was the text from Mr. B saying he was on his way home from lunch. I needed those days to realize I will become a fat blob on the couch if this keeps up. The Lord knew I needed those days of rest and relaxation as well as a warning I can not spend my days like that, and He also knows I can not afford to have any days like that for a while. The sun is out today- thank you Jesus.

So yesterday I finally showered, did my hair, put on a bra, make-up and some real clothes and Mr. B and I went to the store. I did all of my healthy food shopping, which is both expensive (basically our whole budget) and time consuming to clean, cut and make easily accessible (if I don't do this it will never be eaten).

Just like working out, yogurt always sounds good and I think I would enjoy it. Wrong. I try and I will continue to try, but it's really not my thing. I kind of enjoy the whipped yogurt, so that's an improvement.

I also had to purchase some baby spoons because eating yogurt with a regular sized spoon results in some major gaggage. I have a strong gag reflex. A lot of things make me gag and yogurt happens to be one of those things. A baby spoon gives me the perfect amount of yogurt to decrease the gagging desire. I prefer the rubber coated spoons, but as mentioned above, we were already over budget so these will do.

I've recently noticed some new rolls forming on my back and extra love on my handles. I was pretty confident this was my cue that it's time to get myself into gear. It's getting really uncomfortable. Pretty much making laying down flat the only comfortable position. That position isn't the most practical for my day to day life.

So it's back to 30 Day Shred. Jillian Michaels and I have a love hate relationship. Basically, she gets me all pumped up, excited to get shredded, I complete my 20 minutes and then I am unable to walk for 7200 minutes (that's 5 days, I'm not ashamed to say googled that). So Miss Jillian, let me remind you- I live on the 3rd floor, falling down the stairs because my legs won't bend and crawling back up is not exactly ideal, so how am I supposed to continue on for 29 more days and get past level 1 when I can't even sit on the toilet, wash my hair or put on my bra, let alone do 20 squats while lifting weights??

I managed to make it all the way to Day 2 my first time. My second time, after a week of letting my body heal, I was determined to make it at least past Day 2. This my friends is exactly why it's important to set low expectations. I failed. Attempt number 2 at the 30 day shred...2 days completed.

Well not this time! The third time is a charm and I am determined to make it! I have read that the first 5 days are the worst, so once I make it past that I should be golden. Key words: Should be. With the "I'm a Shredhead" and "I'm a Shredder" icon for the side of my blog how could I resist?? I will admit, this may have been a little incentive for me. It obviously makes this whole thing very legit. I told you I was serious this time. If only I could get a t-shirt that says that...

I bought the handy dandy tape measure. Mr. B took all my measurements and I am looking forward to seeing those numbers "shred". I know some of you may be thinking that I have nothing to lose, I am fine etc, trust me-I do. I worked out a lot before the wedding and it paid off, then we got married and a little something called you-do-not-have-the-same-metabolism-as-Mr.B-plus-he-is-a-guy-stop-eating-like-him snuck up on me. I realized my thighs have reunited, they have become best friends and would rather not separate, but stay thisclose and rub together. Lovely.

The most important thing on my agenda is to tone and eat healthier. I don't think I am fat, although I am sure Mr. B would disagree with that statement since I complain about my body about 1,965 times a day. My body looks deceiving with clothes on, but once you see (as if this is something you even wanted to imagine never mind seeing) my belly, my butt and my thighs all with an additional dose of cellulite, you will quickly realize that I can definitely use a little somethin' somethin'. Maybe maybe maybe if I have good results after this you will see my "before" and "after" picture. No promises. Sorry to disappoint.

This morning I completed Day 1. I had a little bowl of Raisin Bran (so hard not to add in a scoop of sugar!) and I worked out to Day 1 Level 1 while watching Regis and Kelly (thanks to Jagged Little Life for that helpful tip). It was SO much easier this way. I am not saying by any means that it was no longer hard, because I was certainly huffing and puffing, sweating and shaking, but it made it go by faster and kept me distracted.

I'm still shaking and I am dreading the soreness that is bound to happen in the morning. But I did it. Day 1- Complete.

Be sure to check out Mama Laughlin, she is a great inspiration and looks amazing. She went way more extreme than I am willing to go (I love my food too much), but it has definitely paid off!