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Pre-workout snack: 1 slice of whole grain wheat toasted with peanutbutter and 1/4 of a banana on it.

Workout time: 1hr 30 min

Breakfast: Oatmeal with banana and cinnamon and a glass of soymilk

 

This morning I woke up in an “eh I don’t want to work out mood (-.-)”. So I got up, made my snack, drank a glass of water…..and worked twice as hard as I have been. Take that whiney brain!!! My body will be thanking me later. Yoga, of course, is what starts my day. I don’t have a specific yoga, I usually go on YouTube and pick one. Then I did a full 20 minute cardio routine that I made up as I went along. (the Army was good for something) Then did some ab-a-licious moves that were randomly found on Pinterest. Last but not least, tha bootay. By tomorrow I feel like I should have buns of steel…..those Brazilians are no joke, seriously. Starting Monday, I’m doing a couch to 13.1 running thingy. Yes, I said thingy. I don’t know what you call it…a plan…goal? Anyways, it works you one week at a time into a half marathon runner. 😀 I used to run before, and then I was like, what??, what’s that??, I don’t have to? And, that was the end of that. I’m trying to repair my core this week and get some stamina, then bring on the running. There is somewhat of a plan….as much as I can plan, anyways. 😀

My New Habit tip: Fill a 32 oz water bottle, put in two thin slices of lemon, some cucumber slices, and mint leaves. Let it steep over night for a great detox water!!! and it’s tasty….like a mojito but, healthy.  You could add fruit if you wanted as well…I throw in some strawberries or raspberries. I’ll be drinking one of those a day, and then regular water throughout. 😀

Also, here’s a link to an ab move that makes you burn!!!! http://www.fitnessmagazine.com/workout/abs/exercises/power-abs-workout/?page=2

I’m in love with that move, my mummy tummy may not be…but, I’ll show that bitch. Now it’s time for me to clean and do some homework before my beautiful family comes home. We have Science fair Projects to do….

Until next time:

-T

 

INSPIRE:

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Revamping Lifestyle

WOWOWOWOWOW!!

It has been a long time, my sweets. I have been busy, and crazy…..and busy!!! The way time can get away from us is really quite frightening, isn’t it? Currently, I’m stretching out my blogging muscles so I can get down and dirty with some updating! First I should say, Happy New Year, Merry Christmas….or Happy Holidays? What is the socially acceptable terminology these days, because we, over in this household, are out of touch! *Ahem* anyways, before I start going off on a tangent, I hope everyone is having an amazing time with life and all of it’s possibilities. 🙂

Time for some current events, D and I got married in June of last year!! It was an amazing day, everything went perfect…..well, mostly went perfect…after we finally got my dress zipped and to the ceremony (an hour late) theeeeen things went swimmingly. The little munchkins had a blast getting dolled up, which was too stinkin’ cute. Not that I’m biased or anything like that. 🙂 My wife was gorgeous as ever!! I’ll have to do a post full of updated pictures….not this one, maybe the next one.

Let’s see, I started eating healthier, which for me means I’m actually eating. My fridge is loaded with fruits, veggies, soymilk, greek yogurt, homemade fruit water, and whole grain wheats. I wake up I eat a healthy breakfast, I even started busting out some morning yoga to jumpstart my day. Hey, girl, heeeyyy ;). Truthfully, eating healthy has helped me feel better, more energized, less like my stomach is trying to give my backbone a hickey. Ohh yes, and we finally got me off of the caffeine addiction. Don’t get me wrong when I want a cup of coffee I will have one. The only difference now is I keep decaf in the house, and get treated with Starbuck’s once in a while. Who knew that kicking the coffee would help me feel 300% better in the mornings? My alarm goes off, I’m up out of bed, making breakfast, doing some yoga, taking a shower, and out the door in about an hour and a half. No dragging of the feet, or snoozing until I’m going to be late, it’s really a fantastic feeling. Oh, and I don’t need to nap everyday of my life. What a phenomenon….

Now if I could just start pushing myself to work out for strength and endurance, we’d be golden. Whose going to hold me accountable? Anybody? Somebody?

Ok, what else, what else……OH! I started school last fall at a local community college. Graphic design and illustration is my major. I’m rocking that sh–stuff, hehe. This semester is totally crazy because of my three-hour art class each day, but I was smart and scheduled myself down to two days a week instead of five. Last semester I was a little retarded. I’m already two weeks ahead in my computers class, and I’m determined to be finished with my math by the end of next month. Cross your fingers for me…it’s going to be a rough one. Thank god for the wifey because she is on point when it comes to maintaining the household if I have homework. The only time I pause, is for our dinners because they are important. If D has to work at night, I just work around the kid’s school schedule to get it done. We have great teamwork here.

Speaking of the little munchkins, they’re doing pretty well in school also. Their first parent teacher conference was and amazefest. Lee is finally in kindergarten, so they all get to ride the bus together in the mornings…for at least this year. Next year Kole will start…..*gulp*…..MIDDLE SCHOOL!!!!! He’s planning to play on the basketball team. I really hope he sticks to it because I think my grandma’s more excited than he is. We are having a little bit of a problem with Miss Madison the liar, liar pants on fire. She decided after Christmas break that she didn’t have to turn in her homework or study, or do anything she was supposed to. Nevermind, that she completes the homework at home so all she has to do is drop it in the homework tray. (I know, I have no idea….kids, ugh) She was also hiding notes and bad test grades from her teacher in her desk, so that she could throw them away without me ever seeing it. Being the nazi’s we are, she’s grounded from everything for the rest of her natural life….or until she proves she can bring her grades up. Mrs. Z is sending home weekly progress reports that I have to sign, so we can make sure she moves on to the fourth grade. I told you, we’ve had craziness around here. On top of all that, Kole smells like a man, and needs deodorant and man soap…..I am not thrilled. OH and I found a Victoria Secrets magazine in his pillow. So we had the “talk”. Not the sex talk….the “make sure the bathroom door is locked” talk. If only I would’ve video taped this….I could not stop laughing to save my life. Seriously, I had to walk out of the room to compose myself. Fortunately, for him, he is allowed to keep the Vicky C’s magazine because they are clothed, but he is never allowed to have or watch anything porn related. He says he understands, so we’ll see. Teenage years are really wierding me out as a mother. I’m sure there’s more fun interesting facts about the munchkins, but those are the most current developments.

D is blowing CVS management out of the water!! She went back to work for them with her desired amount of pay and a fast track opportunity to store management. She’s basically running the store she’s in now, because the manager is….well, he’s a little….what’s the word….oh, lazy. I’m so proud of her and very excited to see her succeed so quickly. It’ll be nice if she can get a store that’s still relatively close to home when she’s assigned one. The only downfall to this job, is working the night-shift. We all had gotten so used to her being on a set schedule with weekends off, that this is torture. The kids miss her at dinner when she’s gone, and I try so hard to stay alive until she’s off of work. But, we make it work and always, always make time for family nights and date nights. Since we’ve been married, it’s like a whole new world. Never in a million years did I think we would feel any different, but it truly is. Life is great and we are amazing. Not only that, but wifey is going to start some yoga with me…heck yes!!! I’m so excited, the only thing is we have to find a schedule that works for us. I’m usually up at 430-500 on school days, and D’s work schedule is unpredictable. Boo.

Even though today is a sick day for me, I’m trying to find some motivation to work out. I have p90x, brazilian butt lift, insanity (coming soon), zumba, and endless YouTube workouts. I don’t even know if working out is a good idea when sick or not. Yoga still worked for me this morning, even though I’m not remotely energized. Google will know, google knows all. So now that the gist of my life is caught up, I’m going to attempt a butt lift and stretch using my “splits in two weeks stretches, hop in the shower, and head off to a funeral.

Until next time…..(which is hopefully not as long as this last time wheweee!)

-T

 

P.S. Soon enough I’ll be posting yummy recipes, my workouts that I’ve tried, crafts, inspiration and oh so much more!!! ❤

What Makes an Artist?

Someone once refered to me as an artist when they seen a pencil sketch I did. At first I was taken aback…I’m not an artist I just like to draw. Halfway decent as I may be, I would never categorize myself as an “artist”. It seems so legendary and established. I started thinking about it because recently I pulled out my sketching materials and brushed off the dust. Sometimes we forget what it’s like to dive right into your art and lose yourself into it. So, is that what makes you an artist? The ability to create something beautiful and love every minute of it? Truthfully speaking most people don’t become established and legendary until they’re dead. Morbid, as that sounds it’s true. So what is the defining factor of being categorized as an artist? Some introspective thought for you guys today.

I don’t really have much to blog about right now because I need to draw a few things up and get lost in it. That’s my emotion right now, Art.

Missing You

I haven’t blogged in so long it’s like going to a foreign country for the first time. What’s new, what’s new….hmmm where to start is the real question. I’m sitting in my kitchen right now staring down the dishes willing them to wash themselves…..it hasn’t happened yet but, I’m determined. Conquering the telepathic abilities is top priority today. I’m going to Eat that Frog …so to speak. (For all of those who are confused, it’s a self-help book about procrastination hahaha)

Ahem, anyhow, I have officially become a stay at home mommy again. Everyone jump up and say YAY! My life still feels just as busy as when I worked full-time, but, I’m always home. So, I dig it. I’m getting married in two months, well less than two months…and I’ve never been happier :D. <–That deserves another yay. All together now….YAY. Sometimes it is kind of weird to be home all day, like look at me blog, I haven’t had the energy or the inspiration to write one measly sentence in months. Yet here I am, getting back to my roots. The plan is to keep up with both of my blogs and start managing an etsy account. YEAH, etsy….I’m jumping on the bandwagon. What I’m thinking is I’ll start off with a few nail designs on artificial nails, some cute drawing journals for kids, and knitted wash cloths for babes to see how well it takes off. Who knows, maybe I’ll have a full-fledged crafting business by the end of summer. HEY, don’t judge…..I can dream :D. I have all this crafting crap in my closet that has not been getting anyyyy good use, so I might as well start-up the things I love and make a living out of it. Now if only I could get myself on a decent schedule…..I have a great sleep schedule, I need a working from home schedule…. I suck at organizing.

OH! Forgot to mention, I also have started a zoo…yep you heard me a zoo. I have my pup, Ollie….my bearded dragon, Godzilla…..my psycho beta fish, Tank…..a gajillion tadpoles, No Name haha. I’m working on getting a rat, because their cute. Or another lizard. I’m not sure yet…one day when I become an Etsy god, I think I’ll look into the Savannahs again. They’re beauuuuutiful and the size of a dog, but, they’re a cat. A cat that looks like a leopard. A cat that costs more than 3 thousand dollars…..heh.

So, just like the dinosaurs, I’m Baaaack.

Life.

So, things have been pretty crazy around my side of town. Starting a new job has taken its toll on my sleep schedule. To make matters worse, my twitter nor my email is wanting to open on anything. I know I have a few lifelines sitting out there I want to respond to! @MadGay I promise…if you have written me back, I am not bored with you. Email is crap. Seriously, I’m not even sure who invented email. When they did there should’ve been a clause in fine print that says, “Will probably never work, haha.” No one thinks of these things, which is why I should be a millionaire….I think of these things. Normally, I have some insightful, devastating, or heart rendering thought going on to make me write. Today…..well I want to sleep. I want to wake up go to work and catch more kids eating donuts they didn’t pay for. Talk about a power struggle, bahaha. Oh, so I guess I should do a fill in on my new job. I work Loss Prevention, I sneak around the store and catch people stealing. So far mostly kids, but hey, it’s fun anyways. Last night was my second night on the floor. We caught 4 kids! Three of the kids we got for eating donuts and not paying for them. Hysterical! Talk about a good second night. Tonight I have to go work in snob town, so we’ll see how well that works out for us. Guess the kid that does LP there is pretty good though and I will learn a lot from him…..so they say. The girl I was working with these past two days was pretty damn good herself. She was showing me all kinds of crazy run arounds. There was a lot of you’re not supposed to do this buuuuut if you do it this way you’ll be fine. HAH! She’s pretty amazing.

My second job: Promo Modeling. I have to go Friday night to two events, which takes up my second day off for the week but, who can complain for 25 bucks an hour. I only work 4 hours give or take a night. So far we just offer free drinks, some promo items, dress up, and call it a night. Pretty simple right? Chyeaah!

Of course we know, my third job is the Army…although it should be considered my first job since it’s kind of mandatory. Can’t get out of that one. Not that I’d really want to at this point.

AAAAAHHHH, just when I was getting ready to get into some good stuff, my son’s school called. His fever is high and I have to pick him up. My poor baby! Rough night, now a rough day. =(

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Sometimes we are given a chance to apologize, whether we are right or we are wrong. Whether there is probable cause, or lack of. It’s not that we are minimizing our feelings or burying our hurt. It’s that sometimes, even though it feels like it’s worth it, it’s not worth the fight. In moments like these, my pride starts threatening control. Building inside of me as I lash out my frustrations. I try my hardest to choke down the venom it spews through me. Sometimes it’s suffocating, other times I’m able to swallow it as easy as drinking water. Then there’s the times where my pride takes a seat on the back burner, offering my heart a chance to take a few swings. How fragile our hearts are, and yet, they can be a most formidable opponent. Fighting with emotion rather than strength.

 

It’s how we move on from this that really counts. Can you hold your head high without any regrets to move forward? For me, there are a few regrets I can think to when I need to remember them. As for recent, I have none. I can honestly stand here and say I do not apologize for my feelings, because they are not inadequate. The apology for my actions is warranted, I give that freely. Hot tempers are hard to settle. This is something I am learning to control, and while I still have quite a way to come, it’s coming. The only chance I have to succeed is looking to where I have erred and improve on my reactions. Which I intend to do every moment of every day. On my own, with help, in a pair….however it may come to pass.

 

Beauty can be found in all things, even in the painful moments. I loved, I love, I will always love. It doesn’t die like they say, not if you really love, it just changes. For it to be lost, you have to hide it or have it ripped from you. Even then, it doesn’t dull, it just becomes bearable. That crushing feeling of loss, seems as much an appendage as arms or legs. Strange to have hanging about, but lost and uncomfortable in its absence.

 

I will always love. I will go on. I will learn.

Internet

Yay for having the internet again….Boo to having to play catch up on everything including my blog.

Here goes my crazy day, I’ll be back

AAAAAAHHHHHH!

Life is going so fast and so crazy right now.

What I really need the time to do is to completely abuse some paper with a pen….annihalate the lines with ink….forge the words of my heart.

But I will say, I am happy. =) To the very core, I am coming to be at peace….

Silly Girl

In a moment of weakness I contacted her. Notice how I only call her by a pronoun now. It hurts to taste her name on my lips…..as if writing it or saying it will take away it’s sacredness. It’s going to be a long road to the place I used to be untouchable. Sometimes I’m not even that sure I want to get there. There’s the face I show to the world, then there’s the one behind the closed door.

I smile when tears dare to breach my lids.

Laughter escapes me when my throat threatens to scream agony.

I surround myself when loneliness creeps in.

The silliest thing is I think she might still love me….to find out it was never there. There’s a bear….from a different time…a different place…at night he takes me back there. In the mornings, fresh with tears…I put him to the side to bear my armor and face the day. Hate consumes me because it makes it easier that way.

I was just a stupid, silly girl and I still am. For holding on to hope…..for holding on to love…for holding on to anything.

It’s going to be a long road back there. I’m not sure that I even want to go.

Wreckless Hearts

Once, I was a girl who knew no bounds. I ravished through the hearts of lions, picking the torment out of my teeth with satisfaction. An unbreakable soul, an untouchable heart hidden deep behind a  sea of green. The gates that bound my heart were immaculate, well maintained, formidable. I was a fortress.

I lavished in my solidarity, fighting for it, thriving on it.

My young were set up on a pedestal, where they were worshipped like the Gods and Goddesses. Protected by me like a tiger protecting her cubs. It was us against Them, and we were winning. Winning what? The War, of course. Against fear, failure, pain, and agony. We climbed to the highest parts of the world, secluding ourselves indefinitely. They kept trying to come, trying to penetrate our fortress….but, they failed, they fell and we rose even higher. We sang our war cries and danced to our song, loving the moments of our success. Nothing could tear us apart. Nothing could break us down.

Then we saw it, a glimmer of hope. She came from our blind side knowing how to get passed our barriers. I was raped of my caution, seduced by desires….thrown from my position. We gave up the pedestal to her, a throne of her own. They cowered in her presence seeking approval and acceptance. I yearned for her fire, her life, her breath. Slowly, the chains binding my heart began to wither, rusting from negligence. Fears forgotten and filled with something bigger….something brighter….something stronger. My soul was reborn with the glow of an Angel’s enlightenment. There was a new kind of warrior in town.

We followed her anywhere.

Softened by comfort, we have forgotten how to survive. Smothered by love, we have forgotten how to live without it. Tricked by unity, we have been betrayed…..

But, we will rise again to the highest ends of the world. We will fight through the pain that has been inflicted.

I have learned a lesson and I’ve learned it well. The ache in my heart will soon dull….it will fade…it will serve as a reminder that there is only us.

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