Monthly Archives: March 2012

In Sickness or In Injury?


There are many setbacks on this little road called life that detour us from our intended path.   Shit happens.  In the past, when I’ve started on a workout routine, I end up experiencing and injury or temporary illness that I not only give in to, but end up giving up from.  How stupid is that?  I pinched a nerve in my neck with my last trainer, who was pushing me a little too hard so I broke up with him and quit altogether.  Prior to that, I got pneumonia (which happens every couple of years for me) so after being out over a month to recover, I never found my way back to the gym.  One excuse after another kept me from a consistent weekly trip to yoga, which I love, love, love.   As I continue to face the nasty habits I have in my life for myself, I see clearly that these were choices that I liked to explain away one excuse after another of why those were good choices at those particular times.  Bullshit!  Yep, I am calling complete BS on myself!  

Although I’m beginning to see the sabotages I have created for myself, I’m still working through the rubble to get to the root of why I can’t seem to make ME important in my daily life necessities.  Of all the balls I juggle every day that linger in their perfect positions every day, the “Mo Needs” ball never makes it into alignment with the rest.

The change begins now.  After nursing a 2 week ankle injury, I am now in bed with something resembling bronchitis grown from strep throat earlier in the week.  Okay, as a part of the MOVEMENT, I know I have to rest and allow my weak ass lungs to heal as the virus takes its course.  My initial response is to be pissed off and frustrated.  This is a typical reflect reaction and why?  Can’t control this and frankly being irritated only makes me irritable, which I already am.  Did I mention, The change begins now!  I’m going to take advantage of this resting time and take a nice warm bubble bath and practice my quiet time with myself.  Spiritually I am in a pretty good place, so this is a perfect time to put it to good use and “mother” myself through begin sick.  Frustration, irritation and chocolate pudding serve their purpose, but misplaced emotion and comfort food will not a healthy girl make!!   Oh right, and maybe a quick clinic visit would be good, but I will talk to myself about that in the tub!

The process through this will be fundamentally necessary in order to approach working out with strength and perseverance again; this is very clear to me.  I’m okay with a delay because it IS different.  Even though my physical self is sick and suffering, my mental state is clear and full of hope.   There’s no giving up.  There’s no giving in.  There’s only healing and I can still do that in all sorts of ways, even laid up with a virus!  Although I do have cough meds with codeine, so there will be some serious comatose Zzzzzzz’s tonight.   Sweet Dreams Peoples, and steer clear of the viral spring funk that’s blowing around!!  *hugs* M


Starting With A Purpose.


Me gots on the helmet and I’m ready to take ya……Bring It On!

At the beginning of this journey, I simply wanted to send my daily struggles and accomplishments to the masses in hopes of having reinforcements to hold myself accountable to my 6am fitness class goal.  Simply said……I didn’t think I would stick with it.  Any of it.  But failure just isn’t an option at my age now.   For those who know me well, I am a very real, raw type of writer.  If I would say it out loud, count on it being written!  It comes from the heart and I dare not be purposefully insulting or degrading in any way, but I do cuss and call it like it is.  Most people tell me they are so grateful that SOMEONE is saying out loud what they are thinking!  Yup, that’s typically me.  So if I have dubbed you one of the fitness class “bitches,” it means you’re my favorites!

When you start a fitness plan, it’s hard and muscles just plain hurt.  It affects your life every moment of every day!  Remembering how the office chair was my only friend reminds me that the hard work does affect your life a little bit!  And that was less than 2 months ago!  Ah, how quickly we block out the ugly!  But I have not blocked out the hard.  There is a mysterious crappy willpower that lives inside of my head and as a continued work in progress, I have to fight with this nasty little sucker daily.  I have learned many things in such a short amount of time, things about fitness, food and mostly things about myself.  I have fallen in love with Zumba.   I have flipped the beast and survived!  I opened the door to face the psychological warfare of habit breaking and accept that this is still a work in progress.  I am okay with facing my fears, learning new tricks, and being a toddler again on this pathway to loving and accepting ME, inside and out.  Yes, for now, this really is still a selfish journey, but I know there will be inspiration, for me and from me!  I’m getting it every day from all of you, my new fitness Bitches and every day people encouraging my journey.  Even before week one was complete, friends were returning to the gym because of my efforts!   The new-found connections of fellow bloggers……oh there are no words!  Instant friendships, kindred sisters, limitless layers of inspiration, encouragement and bravery all from complete strangers who I now adore.  This treasured little gem of network people out there in the trenches busting their hineys, sharing the trials and tribs of their own journey, are my lifeboat.  My most special fitness sister, RunningThriver,  has recently nominated me for the Very Inspiring Blogger and Sunshine Awards.  Holy thank you, girl!!  She speaks candidly about her passion for running, life and fitness.  My favorite thing is her continued aspiration to be the strongest and healthiest version of herself – and not take people’s crap !  You GO Girl!

So, the rules for these awards are all pretty much the same:

1) Thank the person who nominated you and link back to their blog (check)

2) List some random things about yourself that other people may find interesting

3) Nominate some worthy blogs and let them know

Boy am I full of randomness so here goes…..

I love tomato bisque soup & french onion soup, but hate raw tomatoes and anything else with onions.  Yum and Bleck!

I am a Cancer moon baby.  Born directly on the cusp!

I changed schools every year of my life until 7th grade. 

In our house, freckles come from angels sneaking down from heaven to kiss your skin while you sleep and their little kiss leaves the freckle.  AND we fully believe in fairies, providing garden housing and leaving snacks for their well-being often.  🙂

I’m embarrassed to admit this but I am a complete infant to the blogging world.  I’m just scratching the surface learning the how to’s and finding my favorite bloggers to follow.  I am interested in too many things to stay focused a lot of the times!!  But here is a list of my current faves and my award nominations.  Ask me again in 3 months and I know this list will have grown.

For the Sunshine Award:

While Chasing Kids  – my lovely little Russian friend shares the most amazing recipes, currently all vegetarian and shares her stories of being a stay-at-home mom in San Fran, CA.  I miss you, sunshine kitty!

Very Inspiring Award:

Perfectly Imperfect – I love to re-purpose things, especially vintage things.  I learn new things every day and I really enjoy her Pinterest too!

Daisy’s World – I completely drool and slobber on my keyboard daily at her recipes!  Holy Numminess!!

The Versatile Blogger:

Run. Dog. Cat. Me. – Has been making me laugh for over a year.  I began following her because her cat is named Chunk and fell in love with her over everything!

The Everything Yoga Blog – I love the Yoga Mints!!  And because I am totally infantile in my understanding of how to be in the present moment, I truly enjoy the teachings and writings.

For the Kreativ Blogger Award:

Scary Mommy – Holy cow, she is hilarious, raw and tells it very much like it is and then some when it comes to parenting and more!

Fit Bottomed Girls – There is just A LOT of information on this site.  Never a dull moment and so much to digest, but all very worthy material!!

As this path becomes clearer and the war stories shared, I can say with great confidence that blogging has begun to change my life as much as embracing the healthy journey.  As I heal and grow, laugh and cry, the negative layers all peel away and when I can see my true bloom begin to emerge again, we will blog about dating.  Until then…..*hugs* and massive love~! M

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The WHOLE Movement.


Take care of your body.  It’s the only place you have to live!   Jim Rohn

Beautiful !

Now just because this photo is all women, I’m not discounting the guys!  This mostly applies to you as well, but when I start talking about health related girl junk, just replace the verbiage as dude junk!    The saying “We all come in different shapes and sizes” is true beyond what is skin deep.  Peel back the layers of skin and there lies our own individual internal gears.  I began to re-evaluate my MOVEMENT about 2 weeks ago wondering what kind of role model I was being for my kids.  I mean REAL role model.  Sure I’m exercising, eating better and talking the fitness talk about healthier mommy….blah, blah, blah.  Hey, I’m even remodeling my bedroom for spiritual bliss, but it is not going to matter how toned my muscles are if I’m blindsided with breast cancer, diabetes, glaucoma, etc.  Sound extreme??

1 in 8 women will develop invasive breast cancer over the course of her lifetime.  In 2011, an estimated 230,480 new cases of invasive breast cancer were expected to be diagnosed in women in the U.S., along with 57,650 new cases of non-invasive (in situ) breast cancer.  About 2,140 new cases of invasive breast cancer were expected to be diagnosed in men in 2011. A man’s lifetime risk of breast cancer is about 1 in 1,000.

Oh yes, Mr. Dudes…….this total includes you so although I realize it may seem completely lame to schedule a mammogram, but at least talk to your physician about it.

In making the commitment to get healthier through this MOVEMENT, I had to get real about it and get some long overdue appointments made.   First up, the eye doctor.  I’ve required eye correction since 3rd grade, so this is nothing new, but it’s been 3 years since I’ve been back.  Bad Kitty!!  Of course, being over 40, there was talk of the “B” lens (those bi-focal thingies), but I’m not ready to crack on that yet!  I don’t care if they are invisible line – I will know!!  Anyway, prescription changed in both eyes so new lens were needed, but I already knew that since driving at night was getting scary.

Second was the dentist.  I was holding my breath the whole way there because I KNEW this was going to be ugly.  It had been 4 years with the exception of the emergency visit last year to pull a unrepairable cracked molar.  My lovely mother had a BMW mouth full of teeth.  I always thought she was a lunatic to have to take out a loan for that expensive upkeep of hers!  Now I understand and oh by the way, thanks for the awesome genes, ma!  So, my check up results = 4 cavities, 1 (possibly 2) root canals and a small bit of restorative molar work.  The 2 main culprits besides crappy genes?  SODA and WINT-O-GREEN MINTS.  Sugar.  Sugar.  Sugar.   Oh sure, I brush me teeth and floss (sometimes) but when you have sugar sitting on your teeth throughout the day, huh…..who knew??   I have an appointment next week to discuss “the plan.”  Yeah, it’s that detailed.

Third, a mammogram.  This was the super scary one because although the test is quick and fairly painless, the unknown is a bitch.  My clinic has a fancy new machine that apparently can take pictures all the way through the tissue, so end result is state of the art goodness!!  I have never had a mammogram.  I’m 44 years old and have never really had a reason to, except that I am over 40, have boobs and it’s recommended.  Insurance pays for this annually people!!!  Why aren’t we just doing it??  The results of mine showed a gray haze on my left booby and because I’ve never had a mammogram before to compare this to, I have to go back in 3 months to check it again.  Could be nothing.  Could be something.  The tech is leaning toward nothing, so I am too, because frankly, I don’t have a choice.  This is nothing a self-exam will help monitor and worrying/wondering until the next test will make me insane.  So please, take it from me…….go to the phone now and schedule your mammogram today!  Having a baseline is imperative to monitor your breast health!!  And early detection can save your life.

Lastly, a regular annual check up including my lady junk is in the works.  As women, we are typically required to have one of these fun things when we have to renew birth control.   After my surgery (to be explained later) in 2006, I have not required birth control, so let’s just say it has been a ridiculously long time since my last check up.  Stupid.

I get my hair done religiously every 8-9 weeks.  It’s a 3-4 hours process, sometimes even including wine and snacks.  Appointments are booked sometimes a year in advance to ensure my time slots are secure and I never, ever, EVER cancel.  The investment of time and money made in this arena is never missed because it is not negotiable.  Beside the fact that it’s girl’s day out, it’s one of my favorite things about myself.  Yes, I said hair.  I can assure you, I will probably not change this about myself as I don’t want to, but I am now challenging myself to give all of my human parts equal priority.   I will forever have 4 different colors flowing in my crazy hair and the wrinkles will increase over the years, but I will also have healthy teeth, continued toning muscles, properly supplemented blood and organs and cancer free boobs!

Please join the MOVEMENT my lovely people……yes, you dudes too!  Create your own boot camp and make your whole health and way of life a priority.  Take a moment and write down the last time you remember attending check ups.  All of them!  Spring is all around us right now, so breathe in the beauty for the inspiration you need to make a fresh start.  YOU ARE ALL WORTH IT!  *hugs* M

Here I Am!!….Days 34-38


Yes, I am alive and still kicking ass/taking names.  Good news and bad news though…….I will share the bad first as it’s easier to just BOO HOO and get it over with.  I sprained my ankle.  More precisely, I rolled my foot in a nasty way giving me a lovely dose of elephant cankle making anything other than hobbling virtually impossible.   Missed class all week so far DAMMIT,  but did squeeze in some ab work Monday night.  Not fulfilling at all!!   So I went to drown my sorrows in margaritas with friends instead and celebrate the most beautiful little blonde girl’s birthday.   SO much more fulfilling than ab exercises!!  🙂  And last piece of bad news = this is my last Max Life Week!  Wahhhhhh!  I’m not ready to talk about it yet.

Now onto the GOOOOD stuff!!  I feel so much stronger physically, mentally and spiritually after these several weeks of change.  Even with this little injury set back, I know getting right back on track will be easy because I really do miss it when I can’t go.  It’s a new little hunger with a certain craving that only sweating can curb!

So, speaking of sweating……how about that 80 degree weather we had last weekend!   The entire neighborhood was outside doing spring clean up except me.  Who’s brilliant idea was it to remodel a bedroom over St. Pat’s weekend with the most amazing weather of the season to date?  Uh, yep.  Me.   It was worth it, of course, but just bad timing.  I forgot to take “before” pics but let me just describe it simply as boring, candle soot covered white walls with old, dirt spotted, wrinkled tan carpet.  The blinds had 7 years of dust on them that I’m ashamed to admit and I found things under my bed I didn’t know I owned.  Why was there a car stereo in the box from my 1989 Honda Prelude?  Huh??   Needless to say, the garage sale pile is growing by the minute.  With the help of my amazing BFF neighbors Becky and Chris, the bedroom project unfolded with only a couple of unexpected hitches.  Although the hardwood floors underneath the nasty carpet are beautiful, they were covered in mini spots of black tar-like goo that aged from the pad.   So not only am I crawling around digging out staples, but also black funk.  This is the time I appreciate that my 13-year-old still wants to live in my skin and that her version of the 5′ perimeter from mommy (which is typically 5″) can be used to my advantage.  Start picking black funk kid!!  HA!  Then BFF neighbors took over all the painting……I love you guys and you are lifesavers!!!  Turns out there was a small space of wall repair, but luckily I have a heavy texture on all my walls, so it’s much easier to repair than drywall and less time-consuming.  It turned out beyond my hopes of beautiful!!  Of course these pics will never do it justice, but at least it will give you an idea. 

I still have detail touches to finish – hang curtains and wall decs, and buff parts of the floor where we scratched with furniture moving, but I love love love it!   Can’t have any home project without a little practical joking.  Oh, yes.  I got you good, Bec!!!  After I arrived home to see the walls fully painted, I put on quite a show, fully equipped with eyes filling with tears, pretending not to like the color at all.  You should have seen the frantic look in that poor woman’s face!  “Don’t worry, we can change it!” she says 3 times fast.  Poor Becky.  I’m so mean, but apparently totally convincing!  HAHAHAHA!  I let her off the hook pretty quickly though.  And now I just have to figure out what to put under the wheels of my bed to keep it from rolling.  Not like there’s any real action going on in there…poor me, but it rolls a little even when I sit on it to put on socks.

Summary………my clumsiness got me back down on my butt, foot iced and in the air for a few days (ok, probably at least a week).  But, my wonderful new energy combined with my awesome friends and daughter got me a new bedroom!  Then, the down on my butt, foot in the air deal has lead me down a naughty food trail, fully equipped with snacking and not taking much prep time for meals.  And then there’s beer.  No, I’m not sitting home alone boozing it up feeling sorry for myself.  St. Patrick’s Day, duh!  But then I’ve had wonderful time with friends and family this weekend and week, so take all of these things combined with the trees and flowers budding for spring and hell, I think it’s a great week!   I’m not gonna lie peoples – I want to heal and get on with the boot camp, so maybe some yoga and light weight training tomorrow to keep my spirits up.  And a tanning package.   *hugs*  M

Pot of Gold St. Pat’s Soup



A pinch of sugar and salt makes this butternut soup a savory St. Pat’s Day soup.  Add a batch of Irish soda bread and oh yummy day!!!



  • 2 tablespoons butter
  • 1 onion, finely chopped
  • 3 medium apples
  • 2 medium butternut squashes (about 3 pounds)
  • 1 cup apple juice or cider
  • 3 cups chicken stock
  • 2 tablespoons brown sugar
  • 1 tablespoon pumpkin pie spice
  • Salt and pepper




  1. Melt the butter in a saucepan over low heat. Add the chopped onion and saute until soft and translucent. Remove the onion from the heat.
  2. Now set your kids to work peeling the apples while you peel, seed, and chop the squash. Core and chop the peeled apples.
  3. Add the apples, squash, juice or cider, and chicken stock to the onions and bring to a boil. Then lower the heat and simmer partially covered for 25 minutes.
  4. Add the brown sugar, pumpkin pie spice, and salt and pepper. Puree the soup, reheat, and serve. Makes 6 to 8 servings.

Catching UP….. Days 30-33


Yes, it has been one of THOSE kind of weeks.  But every day in the mid 70’s with sunshine until 7:30pm?!?!  Who’s complaining!!  Honestly, I do this overloading thing to myself so there really isn’t room for complaining.  A little light whining and rebelling possibly, but never complaining.  Most of the self-inflicted added stress fills me with happiness also because it typically involves helping others.  The addition of extra kids on the mom shuttle or in the house really isn’t stress at all, but rather a volume level I have to adjust to.  I’m discovering more and more each day how mandatory a little quiet is for me.  Damn, it’s for sure now that I’m destined to be one of those crotchety old women shooshing everyone.

Missed challenge day on Wednesday due to additional carpooling.  I threatened to go to an evening class, but didn’t even get my children fed until 8pm!!  This is why I signed up for 6am class in the first place.  Once I’m home, it’s done.  I’m still way too new at this fitness business to feel compelled to head back out after dark or anywhere near dinner.  Duh.  Now, entice me with beers and I’m game!  Actually, my BF and I need to rally back to the old days of power walking up a sweat all over my neighborhood only to land on the patio at the corner pub (formerly AK O’Conner’s Beaverdale) for naughty appetizers and a pitcher of beer.  Yah, I know, but shut up – it’s totally fun!!

I did get in a little Zumba lovings last night and can’t wait to get to an actual class!  I do love it in the privacy of my own home so I can be half-naked and not too aware of all the jiggles, but it is just too fun to do alone!  Besides, I really want some space to Samba!!  Part of the sticking with it is in the preparation.  Now, I absolutely love the YMCA.  We are probably members for life, however, they are not so good at scheduling things for the kids at the same time as grown up classes.  Kids stuff is either before or after.  Yes, the 13 year old can roam and do whatever she wants, but the 6-year-old has to be supervised and is getting too old for the kids watch babysitting area.  Grrrrrr.  But, I’m going to make this work! 

Along with figuring out fun fitness things for the kids while I have grown up fitness, I’m making myself think about the pool.  For them.  For me.  And to just plain get over myself.  It’s just stupid, but truth be told, no one wants to see all of me in a swimsuit yet.  Well at least I don’t so I assume everyone else’s eyeballs will melt from their heads upon viewing the pudge.  I know.  Hey self…. shut it!!  I have to so the kids and I have fun fitness together also.  They kind of frown on tossing your kids in the open swim session and leaving.  Yes, the bikes and basketballs are getting tuned up and ready for the season, but soon the public pools will be filling also.  Might as well get over it now!!! I grew up a with every swimming certification possible by the time I was 12.  It’s time to be a fish again!!

Next step = the beach!!!

Tomorrow is my holiday!  The Irish blood that runs through my veins is screaming for Royal Mile’s Reuben rolls and delicious beer.  BUT, I’m hitting the 7:45 class first to start my day and celebrating St. Patty’s during the day this year. Parade festivities and wonderful friends in the almost 80 degree weather sounds just about perfect.  2 reasons – the remodel on my bedroom begins tonight, so I’m going to want that thing done ASAP and second is really most important……I’ve worked really hard to stay focused and cut out things are aren’t so good for me, so that is a path I must stay committed to.  Sorry my favorite peeps in all the world – no limo drinking out all night for Mo Mo on St. Pat’s this year!!  *hugs*  M