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Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Three Gifts To Give Yourself

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I love this Wise Man.

My holiday to-do list is growing by the minute:

Grocery shopping
Gift shopping
Wrapping
Assemble a few gifts (why don't they come put together?)
Christmas cards
Neighbor gifts
Teacher gifts
Finish up making a few gifts 
(gasp! I did make some, however, they all involve this computer, NOT a needle and thread.  Whew.)
Birthday gifts for my mother and son
Birthday meals for my mother and son
Birthday cake for my mother and son
Musical number for upcoming church party
Laundry (when isn't there laundry?)
Doctor appointment after school
Costume for daughter's Chinese New Year celebration
Food assignments for a three kids' Winter Celebrations
Dinner tonight???  (thank goodness for leftovers and scrambled eggs)
Pack for me and the kids
Road trip back to AZ next week

There are, however, three nonnegotiable things that TOP the eternal to-do list:

** Move every day **

** Eat great, nutrient dense food **

** Sleep **

Despite how much I do or don't cross off my list, at least I know I'll get those three things done. 
Every day.  
They are the three gifts I'm giving myself this holiday season.

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Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Snake Holes and Open Sky

Usary Pass Hike


I am thankful for:

Cactus Hotels.
Rocks.
Cloud oceans in the sky.
Kids that love to climb.
Sisters-in-law that are goers.
Cousins as fun as my own kids.
New nieces and nephews.
Desert hikes in the winter.

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Monday, November 22, 2010

On The Road Again...

Twelve hours later, I'm here.

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Yep, it's that time of year for the kids and I to hit the road.  Basically, once we get out of Texas, we're here.  Man, that is one enormous state.

After sitting all day yesterday on my rumpus, driving, listening to this incredible story, single-handedly dolling the out snacks, water, and DVD's while driving with the other hand -- I was restless and itching to move this morning.  I laced up the Newtons and hit the road to explore this little town I've been away from too long.  Guess what I found?

Bleachers
BLEACHERS! 

Today I'm grateful for 65° degree AZ weather, an empty track and bleachers built in 1963.  They made the my day of sedentariness melt away with every step.  

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Monday, November 15, 2010

Duking It Out With Ourselves

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What they say: Wow! You’ve really been losing some weight!
What I hear: Yea, you may have dropped a few pounds, but sure have a ways to go.

What they say: Your arms are so toned.
What I hear: You have a big backside and fat legs.

What they say: You look great today.
What I hear: You look like a truck hit you the last time I saw you.

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Why, oh, why do we do this to ourselves? We women are pros at this. Even when a generous, genuine compliment is given, we seem to take it by the arm, flip it on its back and walk away feeling even worse about ourselves than before.

I really do not think I have all the answers as to why, but just a few ideas of my own:

Negative Inner Dialogue
When I was overweight there were a lot of things I struggled with: the tight clothes, the increasing bra sizes, the ever rising number on the scale, my lack of ability to water ski, run, or finish anything physical I started. It all frustrated me to no end. However, all that was cake (yeah, I did eat a lot of that, too :) compared with the the ongoing negative dialogue running through my head at all times. I was brutal to myself. And it never turned off.

It got out of control. Everything was punctuated with the postlude, “....and I’m fat.” Let’s say I dropped a plate and broke it. My head sounded something like this: “Great. I broke this plate I got for my wedding and I’m fat.”

If I accomplished something like singing a solo at church, my head would say, “Yeah, maybe I can sing, but I’m fat.”

It had no “off” switch. I was a pro boxer and my only opponent was myself.

Being a Woman
You know it and I know it: being a woman means there’s a whole lot more emphasis on the outside. When we stand in line at the grocery store and are barraged with perfect images of Carrie Underwood and her perfectly airbrushed legs, the Kardashian sisters and their surgically enhanced everything (who are these people and what have they ever done?), and Taylor Swift and her 20-year-old skin and amazing absence of under-eye bags, it is easy to start picking apart ourselves down to nothing. Our culture has been doing this for years and although I disagree with it, its not going anywhere.

So, how can we put the muzzle on this negative, overly chatty voice that just doesn’t know when to quit?

There are a few things that have helped me over the years:

Listen and Believe
One thing is, try to actually listen and believe what others are saying.  Instead of hearing, "Wow!  You look fantastic!" then thinking or saying, "Yeah, but you should see my muffin top" -- just digest the compliment for once.  Make a point of looking them in the eye, smiling, then giving them a genuine, “Thank you.”

List It
Keep an ongoing, running list of these positive compliments. Have a little notebook in your purse or a paper hanging on your bathroom mirror where you write down all the positive things people have said to you. When people say you’ve got great calves, by all means write it down.  You are a woman with some HOT calves!  Watch out -- red hot calves comin' through!  Believe it!

Take this a step further and write down compliments about everything else as well. You gave a great presentation at work and your boss said she couldn’t run the place without you? Write it down. You sat with a friend, let her unload on you about her newest lousy relationship for an hour and a half and she considers you closer than a sister? Write it down.  Your three-year-old says you are are the best lunch maker in the universe?  Write it down.  Your husband said you parallel park better than he does?  Write it down.

When the negative starts tries to crash your party, return to the list of compliments. Read them. Believe them. They are true.

Shift the focus
Focus on what your body can DO and not just what it looks like.  Hiking, swimming, walking up stairs, traveling, picking up the kids all come from a capable, strong body. If we are focusing on what it can do and where it can bring us, it will will help us rise above our hangups on our small imperfections (which we all have and struggle with).

List It
Again, write this stuff down. Even if you aren’t in your ultimate goal jeans yet, your body is still amazing and able to do remarkable things. Having an ongoing list of what your body is able to do -- hug the grandkids, go for a walk with your husband, run a half-marathon, carry in all the groceries in in one load -- these things will help us get to the heart of what really matters:

 our bodies are gifts and we can be grateful for them.

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Your body is capable, healthy, and can and should be a vehicle for happiness. NOT something that should be picked apart one body part at a time.

Sure, you may still be thinking your body is not where you want it to be.  Join the club.  We're all working on that one day at a time.  It's a process and taken one step at a time.

In the meantime, however, when you find yourself back in the boxing ring with yourself, break out with these lists.

What are all those compliments you've received?  THEY ARE TRUE.

What can your body do?  WOW -- WHAT A BLESSING.

We've got a lot to be thankful for, don't we?

Hey, Fit Mommas, have you ever struggled with that relentless negativity?  How have you dealt with it? Comment below and tell us WHAT WORKS!

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Monday, November 8, 2010

Keeping It Together During the Holidays

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We’ve done it a million times:

November hits and days get colder, shorter and more rushed. The workouts start getting lost in the shuffle along with the healthy snacks.   By December, you're eating dinner from a goodie plate your neighbor gave you and the weights are a distant memory.

Just in case you're on the fence, let's take a look at the case for letting it all go and blowing it or keeping it together over the holidays.

The case for letting it all go:

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This was our butter at last year's Arizona Thanksgiving.
We were sweating through our shirts.

The Food
Oh man, where do I begin? The homemade rolls, stuffing, butter, bacon, and pie tables for starters.  Then, without coming up for air, we are faced with hand dipped chocolates, plates of green wreaths made from corn flakes and marshmallows, gingerbread houses, shortbread cookies, huge tins of carmel popcorn, and the greatest Christmas tree sugar cookies on the planet.

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I have 56 hours of this view coming up.


The Stress
Stress is sky high during the next 7-8 weeks. Some of us have some serious traveling ahead. The gift list is longer than last year and of course money is tighter than last year. Deadlines at work are looming.  Then of course, the cherry on top is full of a few long lasting viruses and rolled in bacteria.  Lovely.

Time
There is simply too much to fit in such a short amount of time. The church parties, work parties, school parties, gifts for neighbors and friends, music programs to see, a matinee of the Nutcracker, a few sports tournaments for the teenager, caroling, shopping, and wrapping.  And whom has to get all this done?  Take one look in the mirror. You’re lookin’ at her, sister.

Whew! It sounds like we should all just pack up the the Asiscs and head to the nearest Dunkin' Donuts. I mean, let's be realistic, right?

Just hear me out...

My simple case for “keeping it together”:

We will be able to handle all of the above mentioned -- the food, the stress, the time constraints -- a million times better.

A daily dose of exercise will help us keep our heads above water and give us that boost of energy we desperately need for the  next few months.

Eating well will help cut down on cravings and help us make better food choices.

We sleep better because our body has worked hard.  Plus, the stomach isn’t doing back flips like it would if we would have eaten 6 of those cinnamon rolls like last year.

And for some weird reason I cannot explain, when I take the time to eat right and keep my workouts up -- I seem to have more time. It somehow manufactures time.  How does that happen?  Odd, I know. I tend to think I’m more productive and hit the ground running thanks to sticking with the healthy habits.

Remember:  
This is who we are and not just something we are doing.  
That equates to all 12 months out of the year.

My #1 argument for trying and “keeping it together” over the holidays:

If you can do this during the holidays, you can do this ANYTIME.

So, gals.  Let's buckle down and stick with the schedule.  It will pay off BIG TIME come January 1st, I promise :)

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Thursday, November 4, 2010

Down and Out.


From the depths of fevers, sore throats,  and strep throat some things I’ve learned:

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This little guy is sick right along with me.

Don’t go jogging.
Take antibiotics ASAP.
Don’t get off the Tylenol/IBProfen cycle for anything.
Cake Boss starts looking the same after 7 episodes.
Tastespotting is utterly hypnotizing.
A protein shake for the first time in my life tastes disgusting.
Hot oatmeal with pecans and peaches tastes perfect.
Vegetable Soup hits the spot too.
The sensation of swallowing golf balls in very painful.
The simplest tasks (making kids lunches, putting laundry away, putting kids to bed) becomes a Herculean effort.
It’s nice to have a husband who will sit and talk to me when I’m cuddled beneath three blankets and have a heater blasting on me.
I don't appreciate my good health nearly enough when I have it.
When I watch that much Cake Boss, I dream about cakes.

Yep, the gym is just a lovely fantasy today.

In the meantime, don't forget out the Trainer Momma Giveaway #1 ends tonight at midnight! 15 winners!
Trainer Momma Giveaway #2 ends Monday night.  One lucky winner of a little Pampered Chef cash-ola ($75.00 to be exact).

Now, I'm crawling back in bed. 
Good night (even though it is still morning).

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Monday, October 25, 2010

Sugar Smackdown

Then:

I was a full blown sugar addict.

My sugar source could have come from anywhere. I was completely nondiscriminatory: yogurt, graham crackers, ice cream, frosting, chocolate chips, fruit snacks. If it has some sort of sweet attached to it -- it went it in my mouth. I once found myself digging into the garbage can to get the dollar store chocolates I had thrown away the day before. I wiped the baby food and ketsup off them, and then popped them in my mouth.

Shameless.

I had no governor -- somewhere in all my binge eating years that mechanism broke.

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I have no idea whose child this is or who he learned this atrocious behavior from.
WHO IS IS MOTHER?!?


Now:

Still a sugar addict.

But, the addiction is safely under wraps.

The lure of sugar is still mighty loud and powerful, however, I now can trust myself around the bite-sized Milky Ways, Tootsie Rolls, Twizzlers, and candy corns that have been everywhere lately.

What happened in between then and now?

I broke up with sugar.

After two pregnancies, I found that sugar had made it’s way back into my life. Sugar and I never had a relaxed, chummy relationship. It was more of a frenzied, manic type of affair. If I had one chocolate chip cookie, then you could bet that I’d eat a solid 15. If I had one bite of cookies n’ cream ice cream, it was a guaranteed I’d go back for at least 4 more scoops (I was just trying to get to the chunks, I swear!).

If I was in a room with sugar, the sugar won the face off every single time. I felt powerless against it.

I HATE THAT FEELING.

So I broke up with sugar. Cold turkey.

I decided, along with my SIL, to go completely off sugar for 4 months. Not a lick.  Not a crumb.  Not a sip.  Nada.

At first it was hard for a week or two, since eating sugary foods had somehow become akin to breathing. But, if you haven’t noticed, I am very competitive. My opponent was sugar and I was going to body slam it lucha libre style.

On Thanksgiving day, exactly 4 months from the day I had broken up with sugar, I had some warm apple carmel pie and slightly melted vanilla ice cream.

And it was ... a supreme letdown.

I had anticipated that treat for so long and built it up so high, that eating it for that brief moment was completely deflating.  Yes, still delicious and made my taste buds do back flips, but very short lived. After not eating it for so long, I found it made me ill very easily.  I could no longer eat the huge amounts of sugar that I once had. Gone were the days of eating a gallon of ice cream in one sitting or eating 3 bowls of Lucky Charms in a row.

I won. Smackdown style.

At that point, I had to decide what to do.  Go back on sugar full steam ahead?  Keep a safe distance from sugar?

I took some time to analyze the level of confidence I had in myself when confronted with sugar.  I had no desire to do the roller coaster thing.  I recognized at that point I still was not 100% trustworthy, so I made a deal with myself:

I was 100% sugar free unless it was a major day.

 I specified the days:  

Thanksgiving
Christmas
My birthday
Mother's Day
Valentines day.  

That was it.  Five days a year I could eat sugar. Nothing else.  

I lived like this for 2 1/2 years (until I got pregnant again).  I was sugar free, then ate the crap on the holidays -- usually eat too much of it, got really sick for a few days, then start again.

I can't say it was the best plan nor can I recommend it, especially the bingeing and getting ill (Ugh. Those were looooong nights.).

But I can say that somehow, it helped get me get one up on sugar.


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Fast forward years later to post baby #3.  I had to decide again what to do.  Back to the sugar free and eating whatever on holidays?  Or be attempt being a normal person?

I took a crack at normalcy.  Normal meaning, eat healthy all the time, and indulging on a small dessert once or sometimes twice a week.  I tested myself cautiously -- would I end up eating sugar every day again?  Would it start sneaking in a handful of chocolate chips here?  A few M&M’s there?

It didn't and I haven’t.  I tend to think after living sugar free for those years helped me find the self control and TRUST that I lacked before.  I now can have ice cream in the freezer and not touch it.  I don't dive into the kid’s Halloween stash. I can have one piece of excellent chocolate cake and then walk away.

Like a normal, functioning person.  Go, figure.

Although I cannot wholeheartedly recommend my methods of getting there (it is definitely not for everyone), I can say I finally, FINALLY have the upper hand when faced with sugar.

And I discovered we control food.  It does not control us.

Ahhh -- I love that.

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Friday, October 15, 2010

How NOT to Change Your Spouse

I get the comment occasionally:

“You are so lucky to have a husband who loves the health and fitness as much as you do.”

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Is he a looker or what?

I have to agree whole-heartedly that yes, I AM LUCKY. Fitness is something we share, we talk about, we read about, and participate in together. Nobody is a bigger Trainer Momma fan than the Doc.

But, it hasn’t always been that way.

I was never very athletic before we met each other. You already know I ballooned out immediately after we got married by packing on 50 lbs. in 9 months.


Gaining weight that fast takes sheer dedication, hard work, and skill. I don’t recommend it.

Jared was pretty healthy in high school and during medical school. He raced in the Tour de Tucson and 24 hours in the Old Pueblo, however, during internship let things go and gained a little weight.


After Baby #2, I was really getting into health and fitness. I begged for some sessions with a certain, killer personal trainer who made my teeth chatter with fear every time I saw him with a client. I combined all my gifts that year: Christmas, anniversary, Valentines, my birthday and Mother’s Day. I was finally able to work out with this guy who took me to the next level fitness wise. Whoa. I was in heaven.

Working out became my world during that time. The workouts were amazing and the results were even better. It was all I thought about, read about, and did.

What a minute -- that still sounds exactly like me now. OK, it still is my world, but I have tamed it a bit. Just a bit. I think the more kids I have the balanced they force me to be. Thanks, guys :)

Amid all my jump squats, frog jumping through parking lots, and pull-ups, I started to have a lot of expectations of myself. Then I started projecting them on to others. That is a polite way of saying I became critical and judgmental of those who did not workout as much and as hard as I did.

My first and easiest target was the Doc.

Looking back, he was doing a heck of a lot during those years. Finished up medical school, doing an internship, and being a dad to two very young children and wife to a girl he affectionately nick named, “De-Mandi” (yes, oddly similar to the word “demanding” :).  And, he really was doing well.  I mistakenly thought if he wasn't at the gym as much as I was and counting every calorie, then it wasn't enough.

One night, I decided to lay it on the line and just tell him how I thought he needed to change:

He needed to exercise (even though he could have still ridden circles around me on his bike).
He needed to eat right (even though he ate salmon when I fled when it arrived on the premises).
He needed to lose weight (even though he was just fine and wearing the same jeans then as he did when we got married) .

The result? IT COMPLETELY BACKFIRED. He got his feelings deeply hurt. In addition to the many insensitive things I said that night, this is what he heard:

I thought he was lazy.
I thought he was a hypocrite as a doctor.

Needless to say, it was a very long night and one that took us even longer to get over.

I took some time and really thought about what happened. My intentions were good.  But my execution was horrible.

I learned some marital lessons the hard way:

People have to choose it for themselves.
I should not force my expectations onto him. He has to be happy with himself.  I, more than anyone, should have known this. I have been bribed with money, travel, and clothes to lose weight in my teenage years. That never worked. I just dug my heels in deeper and stuffed the Milky Ways in faster. It wasn’t until I chose to change for me that the results were long lasting.

I have to make his workouts easy.
Now that the Doc is working out regularly, we have made it a point to help each other get in the workout. This does take some sacrifice on both of our parts. He has been home with the kids every morning of our child-filled years while I sneak in my early morning workouts. When he comes home from a long day at work and needs to get a run in, I say yes. I try not to mention the soccer practice he’s missing, the baths that need to be given, or the sink that needs to be fixed. I take away all the pressure and allow him to get his workout in. As time has gone on, he has figured out ways to work around our family’s crazy schedule, however, sometimes he does miss some things and I am OK with that. It works for us.

People change through love and acceptance.
I realized after I made THE MISTAKE, that even when I was reaching new heights with my weight, he never once criticized me. He swears it never occurred to him I had gained so much weight and always thought I was beautiful, rolls and all. He loved me and accepted me. What a gift.

After THE MISTAKE, I let the unreasonable judgements and criticisms of him and others behind.  I saved the high expectations for myself, since in the end that’s the only person I can really make decisions for anyway.

Did that make healthy habits any less important?  Of course, not.

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But, as the Doc always says, "People first."

No wonder I love that man.

How about you, Fit Mommas?  Have you ever tried to change your spouse when it comes to their health?  Did it work?  How have you and your spouse worked in the workouts while juggling life and kids?  Comment below and tell us WHAT WORKS!

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Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Moderation: Just Be Nice

Our body.

It really is quite amazing, really.

It houses what makes us “us” -- our thoughts and dreams, enables us to make memories, have meaningful experiences, and develop worthwhile relationships. It is a complex gift that asks for only one simple thing:

CARE.

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The interesting thing is, in this world of use-it-up-and-throw-it-out, this is the only body we get. There is no such thing as disposable bodies and there are no trade-ins. Although at times we feel perhaps we got a jalopy Ford Pinto versus our neighbor’s sleek Porche model -- it is what it is. We work with what we’ve got and it will pay us back in huge dividends on a daily basis.

So, why do we at times - - or maybe all the time -- go to extremes when it comes to caring for ourselves? It seems to be everywhere lately:

Fad diets.
Binging.
Starving.
Health trends.
Gorging.
Sedentary lifestyles.
Injury due to overtraining.
Purging.

On one hand, we take advantage of our bodies by giving it diets of unlimited soda, cheese-crusted pizza and white chocolate macadamia nut cheesecake. We don’t exercise very often, if at all. Then, we don’t like the result. We have no energy, have extra weight, perhaps our bodies are rebelling and not functioning smoothly like the good ole' days. We feel like we want to stay in our house since there’s really no clothes that fit anymore anyway. So then what do we do?

Swing the pendulum to the other extreme.

We determine that no matter what we will get this weight off. Whatever it takes. Starve ourselves. Skip meals. Take shots or drops instead of food. Pop pills that make us go running to the bathroom and have to change our pants a few times a day. Punish our bodies by withholding essential nutrients, vitamins and minerals. OK, perhaps we did lose a few - or a lot - of pounds. But what have we learned?

Nothing.

After trying either or both of these lifestyles, what lifelong habits can we take and use on a long term basis? Nothing. Nada. We just swing from one extreme to the other, never moving forward, just side to side. Then, inevitably, after our body has endured all the abuse it can handle, we start stumbling backwards.

We do this over and over.

I am a declared moderationist (I made that word up). I advocate a pleasant, safe, smart, right down the middle approach.

It’s just the basics:

Move
Move enough. Move often. Challenge your body. Workout smart, not just hard.

Eat well
Eat nutrient dense foods. Eat real food. Eat lots of plants. Eat often. Drink tons of water.

Rest
Go to bed.  Take a nap. Give your body time to restore and recover.

I know, I know -- there are a tsunami of excuses.  After using all of them, I stubbornly come back to the same place:

The moderate middle.

Instead going months at a time eating only 500 calories or binging on 3,000 calorie meals, how about we just eat a moderate, reasonable 1,500 - 1,800 calories all year round?  Of course, treating ourselves when appropriate, reducing calories when needed -- but overall being smart, kind, and just plain nice to our bods.

Taking care of the bodies by utilizing the basics, we nurture, not punish our bodies.  That's the least we can do for such an amazing gift.

Hey Fit Mommas -- what you do think about why we tend to go to extremes?  Have you found a comfortable place in the healthy middle ground?  Comment below and tell us WHAT WORKS.

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Tuesday, September 28, 2010

A Bit Busy Blonding...

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I just got home from 4 hours of getting totally, completely, utterly blonde.
There is no mistaking -- this is blonde, folks. 
I'd say bordering on white. 
Let's call it platinum.

Verdict?
I'm a fan :)


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Monday, September 13, 2010

Calling all Crazy Texan Warriors!

I'm looking to sign up for this race:

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November 20, 2010
Austin, TX

What is not to love?  
3.2 miles.  
11 obstacles.  
Mud.  
Cars. 
Ropes.  
Walls.  
Cargo nets.
Logs.
Straw bales.
Tires.
Fire.  
Oh my gosh, we have to run through fire.  

And to make it even more than awesome, we get a t-shirt AND a warrior helmet.  

I HAVE TO DO THIS.

There are some more slots open at the 8:00 and 8:30 AM time slots.  If you are crazy interested -- email me and we can meet up before and after the race!

Click here for more details and to register.

Have any of you out there done this race?  Is it as crazy and perfect as it looks?

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Monday, August 30, 2010

Like Mother, Like Daughter, and So On...

This weekend I had a "Mothering Moment".  
You know, one of those times when your heart feels like it is going to burst out of your chest cavity?

My daughter and I did a race together.  
And to even make it sweeter, my mother did it with us.  
It was a three generational memory.

Gatormania 2010

The three of us all participated in the annual Gatormania Open Water Swim.  My nine-year-old did the quarter-mile option and cheered on my mom and I while we did the one-mile swim.  

Then I cheered for both of them when they placed first in their age groups.

When I became a mother no one told me about this part:  
the overwhelming 
love, 
excitement, 
pride, 
joy, 
and delight 
when my child accomplishes something new and challenging.  

WOW.  

I bet it will be even double awesome when I'm a grandma and have grandkids.  

I'll go ask my mom.
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Monday, August 9, 2010

Back Home

Well, I made it home.  I've been in NYC for the weekend attending BlogHer 2010.  Fantastic weekend.  Great classes.  New friends.  A room to myself.  Manhattan.  Broadway.  Dream weekend for this gal.

I did make it home with this:

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Yep, I did score the purse from a corner street vendor.  
I really don't know if the transaction was legal or not.  

I was greeting by the airport by these two stunning men:

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My little brother was in town (yes, he is single).  
And of course, my Brian was so excited to have his mom home.
The first, love-filled words out of his mouth were:
"Whaddya bring me?"
I'm touched he missed me so much.

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It is good to be home.

BTW -- Tonight's the LAST NIGHT to sign up for the
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Thursday, August 5, 2010

NYC --What Is It About You?

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I'm here for the next few days for BlogHer 2010.  It is a huge blogging conference with about 3,000 bloggers milling around Manhattan for the next several days.  Watch out!  We are the ones who can't get our noses off our phones or faces out from behind the camera long enough to cross the street legally.

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I love the nonstop people, sounds, sights, and energy.  
I also really like a purse for sale down the street.  I believe it is calling my name and I have no choice but to return and take a second look at the beauty.


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This is what I really come for -- THE SHOWS.  
I caught "Promises, Promises" tonight with Kristen and Sean (we go waaaaay back :)  
Really, it was excellent.

However, it is now midnight and although I'm in the city that never sleeps -- I at least must make a decent attempt.  
I've got a run in the morning that I am not missing!

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Friday, July 2, 2010

Summer Sickos

This pretty much sums up our week around here.  My two boys have been SO ill, but are actually eating a few things and keeping down some liquids now.  My hopes are cautiously rising.

Thankfully, I had more than a few handfuls of these:


a fresh slice or two of this:


and these,
 Tony
to keep Nurse Mom sane ready for some long shifts.

HAPPY 4TH of JULY
this weekend!  
Hopefully, we can join you under some fireworks 
(if I can pry my sick kids off the couch).

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Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Mexico en Numeros

2 days in the minivan
22 hours driving
27,000 DVDs watched
5 hours solid I heard "Bob the Builder" in my ear
1 night we stayed in a hotel in AZ
1 night I was up all night with a sicko kiddo while in the hotel
2 hours of sleep
1 Vivarin (that was a first for me)
5 times I had to pull over on Mexican roads for puking kids and nursing babies
1 1/2 hours spent at the border trying to get everyone across (we all made it)
$150 in bribes to Mexican police -- we are just getting started


3 moms
0 dads (besides my own)
2 grandparents
7 kids under the age of 8
2 babysitters (bless them)

3 times my 3-year old has slept in a big boy bed - ever
4 times my 3-year has fallen out of his big boy bed
1 air conditioner unit that is broken
83 degrees in my condo
2 fans we've purchased
14 mosquito bites on my legs from the knees down


1 perfect beach


1 perfect sunset


1 happy mom

I'm having a ball.
I'm reading a book.
I'm sleeping.
Trainer Momma will be back in full blogging force next week!

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Friday, May 28, 2010

Road Trip!

The first leg of the Epic Road Trip is done. Fourteen hours driving a minivan with Bob the Builder in my ear can make a girl restless. Only eight more hours to go tomorrow then I'll finally be at my favorite spot on the planet: Mexico. Just my parents, me, my sisters, all of our tiny rascals, and two babysitters that are about to seriously earn their money the hard way. Hola summer! It's been mucho too longo (my Spanish is a bit rusty).

Good night!
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Monday, May 24, 2010

Coach Mandi

Time to play ball.  Spring was on its way and that meant it was time for my six-year-old to spend some time on the baseball diamond.  My dad is a baseball fanatic, both my brothers played some serious ball, even the Doc did a few seasons of little league.  I, however, think I did one season of t-ball when I was eight-years-old.  Baseball and I were virtual strangers.

As I sat in the mandatory parent meeting for the league, the director droned on and on about the rules, uniforms, the season in general.  He finally ended the spiel, then added, "OK, it's time to talk amongst yourselves and decide which one of you is going coach your team."

I hate this part. All of us parents suddenly had the urgent need to check our phones, dig through our purse, or examine our fingernails.  Then, the typical excuses begin to fly:

“I can’t do it, I work crazy hours.”

“I don’t get off work until 7:30 PM”

“I’m going through a divorce.”

“His dad’s in jail and I am handling 4 kids by myself.”

"I'm his grandma.  His parents are deployed to Afghanistan."

I hadn't given my excuse yet -- However, which one should I choose?

I don’t have time?
My plate is totally full as it is?
I have this blog that I need time to write each day?
I work part-time?
I have a three-year-old who thinks he's a teenager? 
My husband is never home and can’t help me with watching the other kids?
Cooking a good dinner every night is a huge priority for me?
I like sitting in the bleachers for an hour while someone else deals with my child and gives me a break?
I haven’t played t-ball, softball, or baseball in something like 30 years, so I’m completely unqualified to coach?
I just really, really don't want to?

The table stayed quiet amid all the chaos that filled the rest of the room.

“I’ll do it.” Everyone's heads turned towards me.

I had the privilege of coaching this little t-ball team of twelve 5-6 year old boys for the past 2 months. When I volunteered, I just took a big sigh and added it to my endless list of things I commit to.  In the end, however, it surprised me how much I enjoyed this experience.

Some of the ups:

I learned how to play baseball.

Everyone called me Coach Mandi.  It rocked.

I was able to set the time, day, and location of practice. This was AWESOME for this mother of three. In the future, I will be very motivated to coach for this reason alone. It actually simplified my schedule in many ways.

I worked with different parents from all walks of life: from lawyers and mechanics to DJ's and hairdressers. These parents were not sideline parents at all;  they figuratively and literally stepped up to the plate and helped me out willingly.  Together we created a very positive atmosphere for our children.

I got to work with 5-6 year olds again. Yes, in my heart I still am a kindergarten teacher without a classroom. To joke with the kids, play with them, see them progress, push them a bit, and discover their personalities put me right back into my teacher mode that has been dormant for the past nine years. To see them hit a line drive or see their toothless smiles as they rounded third base thrilled me every time.

It forced me to leave my house, my kitchen, my emails, and my laundry twice a week and be outside. It was so refreshing and helped me destress at the end of the day. I found myself looking forward to tossing a baseball at practice for that reason alone.


I was able to spend two hours a week with this kid. I can’t remember the last time I got to do that. He is my middle, very mild and gentle child. His needs often are overlooked due to a baby that needs to be fed, or an older sister that needs to be run to another lesson. He patiently plays his middle child role day in and day out.  Only he and I shared this memory together:  Brian, me, and baseball.


The season is over. 
I’ll most likely never see those little, dusty faces again.  
They reminded me of something that I had forgotten:  

Giving of my time and myself does not take away from me.  

It fills me.

Have you ever coached a team for your kids? What did you think? Was it worth it? What did you gain from doing it?

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