under-achiever

Not only am I not an over-achiever, I'm not much of an achiever. When I start something, I usually will get a great deal too eager and excited about it. I drive myself crazy thinking that this thing, whatever it may be, will forever change my life; that I will forever be defined as the girl who did "this". Once the excitement has worn off, I'm usually left with a pile of work that I just can't quite get motivated to finish. So I don't. Knowing this about myself, I tend to opt out in the first place, because it will more than likely end in money wasted...and me being disappointed in myself.

Although this sounds a tad bit depressing, I am okay with it. I know my personality, and if there's something that's important to me, I'll always do it. I just prefer not to waste my time on things that aren't worth my energy. Because if I'm too busy, my TLC shows might start backing up on the PVR, and the amount of stress that could potentially cause is just not worth it. 

So now you know. I am not good at finishing things. And, hopefully, now that you realize that - I'll be able to impress you...

After I was finished being pregnant and gave birth to Hen, I was feeling pretty damn sexy. I remember being in the hospital and thinking I was totally rocking my hospital gown. Braless and pantless, bleeding and swollen from head to toe, I can honestly say I never felt better about myself. I looked amazing (my opinion only). My mom kept telling me that I looked "skinny minus the belly". Aghast, I responded "WHAT belly??!"...

 (rocking it)

If you've had a baby, you know that that feeling soon wears off and you're left with some lovely weight around the mid-section (and in my case, my FACE) that is floppy and saggy and nothing like you've ever seen in your life.

I decided I'd do something about it, and I promised myself not to flake this time as I began the wonderment that is P90X. I made sure I told everyone I knew about this great adventure I was soon to embark on. I told my family, friends, I am pretty sure I blogged about it, and I put it on IG and FB. That way, I knew I'd try harder. Al lovingly joined me in my efforts (because he's an angel sent from above), and after being as lazy as humanly possible and eating as much food as I could ever imagine during Christmas break, we started. And a few weeks ago, we finished. We got up at 5:50 every morning before Al left for school, and I didn't miss a work out. I impressed myself and am here to brag to you about it in hopes that you'll be impressed...?

Are you?



No?



People finish P90X all the time?




You want me to shut up about it???



Ok fine. But that's something we've been up to in our house. We're feeling healthier and better about ourselves. I can't praise this program enough. It has changed how I feel about working out, and I now know every Tony Horton quote there ever was. I didn't change my diet....

 So, I'm sure there would be room for improvements...but I got back to my pre-Henry weight, and mostly, I'm just glad I finally was able to finish something I started.

I couldn't find a picture of myself that was any less worse than this one and wasn't a selfie (typical mom problem). I'm no supermodel by any means, but I feel good (sometimes) and that's all that really matters...

Now that I've rambled on about something you didn't care to know about, I'll give you what you came for - pics of my sweet babe, playing with a balloon.