Sleepless Nights, Island Daydreams
Sleep?What's that you speak of?
Vaguely familiar with the term.
It's no surprise.
All this is coming up....
I'm shopping for island wear.
I'm starting to write out the kids' school and activity schedules for grandma and grandpa.
I'm picturing myself in the crystal blue waters swimming with Nemo, Dory, and Crush.
I'm debating whether I'll wake at 2:45am on vacation to drive to Haleakala with my husband to see the sunrise atop a volcano. (I probably will...I think)
I'm anticipating the body wrap I have scheduled at the Westin Maui.
I'm looking forward to gaining 3 hours of precious couple time.
I may possibly be obsessing on how this may turn out like an episode of LOST.
I am afraid of Others.
I hope Sawyer is on my flight, and calls me "Freckles."
I'm hoping and praying and desperately begging that the days are long and the memories are held on forever.
So there are just a few things on my mind.
Probably why I can't find slumber.
I'll sleep on the plane.
Maybe.
I'm Inspiring to No One.
Truth is...I suck at exercise.
Exercise increases my appetite, thus I eat more.
Then I justify it WITH the exercise.
I love food, especially the comfort-high carb kind.
I hate being sweaty and the feeling of gargling my heart.
Jillian has ruined me.
I have yet to find the balance.
I got through 27 days of the 30 day Shred and then took a week off.
NOT easy to jump back in to.
I'm an inspiration to no one.
At the same time I say I will finish the last 3 days, I also say, "Hawaii's island-clothing theme IS muumuu's"
So when in Rome...
or Maui...
Yes, I'm hard on myself, I'm not actually the size of a house.
Just flabby in the middle.
Only a tummy tuck will remedy that skin-tastic mess.
Thanks un-forgiving skin cells.
I haven't quit. Just looking for that tankini rather than the full-monty bikini.
Or finding that adorable tank to wear with my bikini bottoms.
Or finding an hot skirt to wear with the bikini top.
See, I'm flexible.
Just not into the whole exercise shenanigans.
But, my portions have improved 10-fold.
I feel healthier and my coat is extra shiny.
My last efforts are trying Zumba at the girls' dance studio.
Just got the memo that it's FREE now through July to parents of students.
I can go a total of 5 times before my trip.
....it's worth a try.
I think.
Shred+Donuts=Motivation
For the last 4 days, I've been getting my BEHIND kicked.No, I haven't been mouthing off in the school parking loop.
In a good way.
But a sore, "ooch my thighs burn when I do the potty squat" kind of way.
She's mean.
She doesn't like resting.
She's a drill sargeant.
And...she looks kinda mannish, no?!
Jillian Michaels and the 30-day Shred have been my FRENEMIES for the past 4 days.
I admit, heading into day 5, I don't loathe her as much as I did on day one.
But, she's still a meanie.
With totally awesome abs.
Sigh.
My support system Ana got wrangled into doing the workout with me.
By accident.
She replied to my Facebook comment about wanting and needing the program before my Maui trip in May.
I don't think she knew what she was getting in to. She hates exercise. She likes donuts and burgers and pizza.
Hell, so do I.
So what are two moms who would rather be eating doing each morning at 9:30am?
Getting out butts kicked into shape.
I don't do gyms. I've started and quit 3 times in my life already, there's no point.
I'm actually getting close to saying, "I'm good, I'll embrace my extra tummy skin, thank you DQ, My Boy, and K!" (grr)
I'm close to bowing out. This is the hump I need to get over.
I'm clear on my way to something good for my body, my esteem, and my Hawaii photos.
I can't give up.
But, it's easy to say, "ah, I'll get back to that Monday" as tomorrow is the start of the weekend.
But, I can't.
And Ana won't let me.
I won't let her quit either.
After day one, we went to the donut shop.
We walked, but we still had a treat.
We have to do that tomorrow again as well. So I don't fall off the wagon.
Plus I miss my abs.
They've been missing for 12 years.
Kind words of support, if you will?
