Slacker.

Ok, so the last few days, I've been slacking... on the blog writing as well as a little on exercise.

Saturday Brian and I cleaned the apartment and rearranged the bedroom. There's still a long way to go, but it's better. I got in a good amount of yoga... 5 repeats of my fat-blasting flows, my skinny jeans routine, then 5 more fat-blasting. After that, I added in a couple other exercises for my abs and legs.

Sunday my dad called and my uncle and cousins from Georgia are up, so he wanted to know if I wanted to come hang out with everyone. Since my middle sister was going to be there, and I haven't seen her since our wedding, it was definitely worth the 2 hour drive there. Before Brian and I went to Walmart to grab a couple things and to get the right batteries for my scale. We came home and I put the batteries in quick so I could see where I was at. I was at my low from right before the wedding. Not bad. Brian weighed himself, too. Not good. Not standing and running around all day at a job caused him to gain about 10 pounds. Anyway, after that I headed to my parents' on my own, because Brian had stuff to get ready for his first day of work. I got there and my parents told me my sister wasn't coming after all... so I gave her a call and managed to convince her to come. I'm so glad she did. She wasn't feeling well because of some meds she's on, but my niece, Callie had SO MUCH fun! My cousin, Jenna, from GA was doing cartwheels on the lawn. Both of my neices (one's 2 1/2, one's 3 1/2) thought it was pretty cool. Sydney is in her bossy stage so she kept telling her what games they were going to play, and Jenna did a good job of playing along. Callie is in her imitation stage. So Jenna ran, did a cartwheel, ran to the porch, ran back out, and did it again. Well, Callie would run, plop down sideways on the ground in her version of a cartwheel, run to the porch, climb up, climb down, then go do it again. It was the cutest damn thing. I headed home later than I wanted to, but it was totally worth the 4 hours of driving. So, I didn't really get any time to do a workout, but I did a couple of the flows of fat-burning yoga just to make sure I did something at least.

Yesterday was Brian's first day of work. We stayed up til 2, because Brian usually doesn't go to bed much before that ever and we were watching a good show on tv. Well, I had to make sure he was up in time and he had to shave and everything so I set my alarm for 6:30. My phone isn't always super dependable, so because I was worried about it not going off I woke up around 6 and couldn't get back to sleep, so I laid there until it went off, then got Brian up. I made him a sandwich for lunch and sent him off to his first day of work. I felt like such a mom! They came with the tow truck to get his toolbox and blocked the whole road just for his little box. Then my parents came to pick me up and we went to Milwaukee to pick up Becca from the airport. We came back here after and ate at IHOP and then went to Best Buy and I helped her pick out a decent computer in her price range. Then I came home. I wanted to take a nap, but Brian would be home soon and I never managed to fall asleep before he got here, so we ordered pizza for supper and watched the disks of Big Bang Theory we got and I ended up falling asleep for a while. Brian wasn't happy about that, but I was sooooo tired. By the time I woke up and felt like I was halfway awake it was already starting to get dark out, so I didn't get my run in. It was a little disappointing, but being tired and having a sore throat, I figured it just wasn't worth it to force it. I just HAVE to make sure I do it tonight. No excuses.

I wanted to get up this morning when Brian got up, but I was sooo tired. I ended up sleeping a little later than I wanted, but at least I can feel refreshed now. I'm so sick of looking at job postings. I want money so I'm almost willing to take just about any job I can get, the only problem is that would require I work weekends, and with almost every weekend left in the summer booked, it wouldn't work out. I can't start a new job that wants me to work at least every other weekend and ask for most of them off. They'd fire me in an instant. I think I'll get more desperate when school comes around and then I'll just accept the fact that working weekends is inevitable and at least I know I dedicated my summer to spending as much time with my family as I could.

Today, I am going to finish washing dishes, do some loads of laundry, unpack what's left in the upstairs bedroom and start carrying up stuff from the garage. Hopefully I can get that all done before 5 when Brian comes home. Tonight, I will go for a run.

This morning I weighed myself. I was happy with what I saw. I am almost to my first goal. I want to get there just so I can start on another! Looking at my legs now, I am starting to like them a little. They are starting to look a little muscular instead of just plain flabby. I also think I can see it in my face and arms. Those always seem to be the first places you can see weight loss for me. Face, arms, torso, legs, in that order. My view on what ideal has changed, which is excellent. I hate to admit I'm judgmental of other peoples' bodies. Before, I would look at someone who was super skinny without too much muscle in their legs or too much in their arms and think that was what I wish I looked like. That has switched. I think it started when I friend about the same size as I am was talking to me. She said "people like that are just too skinny"... we were at a volleyball game at the time, and she looked at a girl who I would've never considered ideal before and said "look at those leg muscles! She has nice legs!" I've realized that having muscle is more to be proud of. The way I'm built is naturally muscular in the legs. They could NEVER be small. The lowest jean size I would ever see is a 7 and I would be far too skinny at that point. I'm more of a size 10 at the lowest. I'd rather have tone in my arms. I look at people and sure they have skinny arms, but no muscle to be seen. People I used to look at and think they had terrible looking legs because they had so much muscle in them, I now find to be alright. It's funny how that changes. I've learned to appreciate my legs because of how strong they are, not hate them for being so big.

Anyway, I'm rambling, and I have a lot to get done.