You're Beautiful

Just a little reminder that you're beautiful.
In the words of Mercy Me.

Gone are the Days

Gone are the days of being too nauseated to eat anything.
Which is good.
But also very, very, bad.
You see, now I have a paranoia about gaining too much weight and having to lose it all (plus the 50 pounds I didn't lose to begin with).
And this?

Although completely delicious and worth every bite (and maybe even the ranch that it got dipped in), totally not helping the situation.

Lucky for me, I've found an alternative for Diet Coke.
Not a replacement, as you better believe I haven't given up the evil.
But a suitable alternative, at least.

A little bit of this, maybe even add a little bit of lemonade...
And I forget about my beloved Diet Coke for a glass.
Or two.

Monday Motivation

Skinny Taste

Have you heard of Skinny Taste?
Super yummy, healthy recipes. 
Tons of options.
Nutritional information provided. (Even Weight Watchers Points Plus, if that's your thing)
We're having Crock Pot Santa Fe Chicken for dinner. Wrapped in corn tortillas (because my kids will eat anything if you tell them its a taco).
Despite my aversion to all things chicken while pregnant.
It's that good.


What are you having for dinner?

Monday Motivation

Bikini Ready?

Me? No way.
I have never been bikini ready.

Even at my lightest weight, when I felt the most beautiful (which was my honeymoon, by the way) I never felt bikini ready.
And now? I laugh. Out loud. At the thought of me going to the pool this summer with my littles.


Four kids in 5 years, an eating problem and some major junk in the trunk.
Totally not swimsuit material.


And then I came across Project Real.


And I was inspired.
And maybe a little envious.
That these women could be so comfortable in their suits that it would be nationally publicized.
That they put themselves out there for the world to see.


And when I see them?
I see strong, confident, beautiful women.
Not curvy girls in swimsuits.


So why is my own reflection so much different?

I love...

I love that these little piggies are patient enough to accompany me on a 2.5 mile walk.

I love that Husband did some grocery shopping this weekend and loaded me up with these.

I love that the kids think that these are dessert. (And I'm totally not against bribing)

I love that when I'm pregnant I'm allowed to buy dill pickles.

And I love that its just about summer time, which means flip flops, salads, and sleeping in.

What do you love?

Okay.

So here's the situation.

I finished the Joggermom marathon.
I've managed to lose 3 pounds.

And... I'm almost 11 weeks pregnant.

With all of my other pregnancies, by this point, I've stopped exercising and gained somewhere between 5 and 10 pounds.
Most of the time, by this point, I have to think about pulling out the maternity clothes because "I'm just showing so much sooner" (which really is code for 'I can't stop shoving food in my mouth and I'm bloated and fat').

I didn't lose the weight because of the exercise.
That happened because I'm so stinking nauseated that I don't want to eat. At all.
But that hasn't stopped me from indulging in some of my favorite things.

This showed up on my doorstep yesterday from Julie over at Joy's Hope.

The cupcake? Yum.
The friendship bread? Heavenly.
And I even got my own starter.
But none of this means I'm going to go to back to where I started.

Yes, I will gain weight.
But I will also continue to exercise, even if it's only a daily walk.
I will make good food choices.
I will continue to set a good example for my kids.
And come January, you better believe I'll be starting to train for a half marathon.

Four kids and all. YIKES!