Yesterday.

Guess what?

When you wake up exhausted, and you spend the entire day trying to think of ways to throw the ball with your tot from lying down on the couch, and the mere thought of making lunch makes you want to puke, AND you have no problem with the fact that there are at least 10 used diapers stacked on top of the coffee table,

IT'S TIME TO CALL YOUR MAMA FOR SOME HELP!

When the hubster won't be home from work until hours after the kiddos are asleep, and you're not just tired, but rather sleepy instead, AND the theme song from Thomas the choo-choo makes you want to pull the hair straight out of those follicles,

IT'S ABOUT TIME TO SPEND SOME TIME ALONE!

So I combined the two, and asked if my mom wouldn't mind keeping an eye on the preciousness's while I go take a Purebarre class. My logic was to get some endorphins going AND to tire myself out to the point of an 8:30 bedtime, and let me tell you, I was successful.

Well, not falling asleep at 8:30, because that would be too grandma-esque for me, but getting those endorphins going? Heck yeah, man. It was SO NEEDED.

And one more thing...I'm probably looking way too deeply into this whole "call my mom for some help" thing, but I have to say that I'm quite proud of myself! It usually takes me DAYS of outrageous exhaustion to finally call SOMEONE to come on over and help me out, but yesterday I was being smart and made the phone call before the hurricane hit. 

So it's one small step for Nicole, one large step for Nicole-kind!

Woohoo! 

Chad: the Leap Day Santa

Guess what I did for my man on Leap Day. I said, "Hey, babe! It's Leap Day today! This is so cool!"

Guess what my man did for me on Leap Day. He said, "Hey, babe! I have a surprise for you! Here's your new 4S! Oh yeah, and I bought all the fixin's for us to make McDonald's McCafe Sugar Free Vanilla Iced Coffees right here at home! With the real vanilla pumps and all! Happy Leap Day!"

Oh, man. 

I was totally out shined!

He deserves the World's Best Husband award AGAIN, and I deserve the Hey You Should Have Thought About That smack-in-the-head FOR THE 100TH TIME IN A ROW!

Sheesh kapeesh, I love that man, and not because he showers me with pretty pretty white iPhone's, but because he is just awesome.

Awesome, I say!

Thanks, sugar-pie-honey-buns-shnookums-shnookums-wookums-cutie-patootie-rootie!

You are the bomb.

And I love you.

Fattening habits sans guilt

 

You know, I've transformed into a sweets fiend.

Donuts are my pals.

Girl Scout cookies? They hold me hostage from their comfy spot in the freezer. 

Hot chocolate? No box of Swiss Miss is immune to my insatiable, sugary appetite.

But guess what?

I love it!

All of it!

It's just delish, man!

Maybe one day my self-discipline will make a come back, but until then, it's hail to white frosted donuts with sprinkles on top!

{Because I'm stuck in the first grade!}

But really quick, because after rereading my glutinous thoughts and wanting to puke, I've been working out like a madwoman and loving every minute of it. Ahh, to be able to RUN! To be able to stretch! To be able to elevate my heart rate without the threat of a total mental breakdown! So fabulous.

And even though I've been able to sausage myself back in my pre-pregnancy jeans for a few weeks now, they actually fit as of a few days ago. No more disgusting muffin top, no more peelings those puppies off. That's why I feel absolutely no guilt when I eat my sugary delights, because let's face it, what's life without a few weirdo choices?

{Like eating 5 Samoas in a row....}

NO FUN, THAT'S WHAT IT IS!

So cheers to actually enjoying food!
Woohoo!

Date day

You know, sometimes you just have to go on a little trip that's a bit more sophisticated than the park, so that's what we did the other day when we drove to Downtown Disney.
Just me and the kiddies.
It was so darn nice.
Here's the thing: I really don't like the park very much. Of course I get off my rear end and make the trip about 4-5 times a week to run the energy out of the tot, but let's be honest,
every time you go to the park, you come home sweaty.
It's the truth! It's just a hot place to go, especially because Carts isn't quite at the age where I can just watch him from a bench just yet. If I were to attempt that, I would have a heart attack every few minutes as he meandered his way around those multiple drops-o-death.
Another thing about the park: if you're in the mood to look cute, don't go there.
A few times I have worn some skinny jeans and flats, and each time I do, I just wish I had my good old Nikes. Not that Nikes aren't cute, it's just that there's no way in hell I would wear my blessed work out shoes with skinny jeans {puke to that combination}, so, once again, I would be forced into yoga wear.
And let me tell you something about that: slipping on yoga wear more than 5 days a week makes for a very frumpy feeling woman, no matter how sleek {or expensive} those knee length stretchies are.
Bottom line is this:
Looking cute = sand in your shoes.
Ew.

But anyway, after our little trip to the gateway of the Happiest Place on Earth, my little man slept like a champ, and made for a very happy outing, sans heat stroke!
Woohooo!

Miss Mohawk

Girlfriend's 'do is quite inspiring, if you ask me.

Maybe I shall cut both sides of the top of my head super short, and keep the middle long?

I think it's a good idea.

What do you think?

:)

Why dieting will never work for me

Y'all, I could never diet.

It's just not in my make up!

Food is literally too large a piece of my life to try to skimp out on any of it, if even just for a few days. 

It simply does not work, and probably never will.

The few times in my life where I have actually tried to avoid those devilish things called carbs, or cut out my frequent trips to the pantry to douse myself in chocolatey goodness, have all led no where. How does one do that to themselves? To me, it is a mystery.

Anyway, the only weight loss process that has ever worked for me is to simply shrink my stomach. Doesn't that sound disgusting? "Shrink my stomach." Ew. 

But I'm telling you, it works.

And there's no need to kill yourself over that one piece of white rice you consumed!

All you have to do is just eat every two hours, therefore throwing yourself into a constant state of "fullness."

Do you hear that??

NO HUNGER!

You can eat whatever the heck you like, too!

I know...It's nuts.

But anyway, I think that's the best way to go because you will never have to say NO to a girlfriend when she asks if you want to go to brunch {and then be mad at her the whole rest of the day because she put the idea of pancakes in your head}, or only eat a fourth of that fabulous meal your husband made. 

Your body will be it's own authority on portion control, with little effort from you.

And then once you and that insatiable monster known as your stomach gets the hang of it, it's not completely necessary to eat every two hours, but in my opinion, I think it's a good idea.

See? Easy peasy, man!

Okay, I'm getting off my soap box.

This is just what works for me, and without it, I would never be able to eat those 18 boxes of Girl Scout cookies.

Yeah, that's right! We ordered 18 boxes, and I'm not ashamed whatsoever!

{Okay, maybe a little embarrassed, but that's it, damnit!}

So cheers to slimming down and not wanting to shoot yourself in the face!

Feeling good

Talk about going MIA! I think this is the longest I've gone without documenting the lives of us C's since I can't even remember when, but trust me, this will not be the new norm. {Is it sad that it's only been a few days, but yet I feel like years has passed since I wrote about my former nemesis, the big boy bed?} You can just blame it on my new awesome page turner: 

The Hunger Games!

Yes, I joined the rest of America and bought the darn book and now I'm hooked.

But more on that later.

Here is what's on my mind at the moment:

{1}

I went on my first jog today, and holy shiboly, it felt amazing.

{2}

Tomorrow is my first day back to teaching my fun three hours at Purebarre, and I really can't wait! Grandma C will be returning to her Monday post of watching the bambinos, and all will be fab. 

{3}

Chad and I went to a good friend's birthday brunch today and sheesh kapeesh, we know some awesome peeps. 

{4}

Once Upon a Time is waiting for me on my DVR. I'm way too addicted to that show. As in, if a week goes by without a new episode, I feel a huge void in my life until the next Sunday. It's pretty sad.

Anyhoo, cheers to happy Sunday jogs and feeling great!