A post holiday note: Santa Claus freaks me out.
Actually, I need to rephrase this: The people who play Santa Claus freak me out.
I mean, c'mon...I am very joyous around the holidays. I love Yuletide cheer, the Three Spirits of Christmas, Frosty, Rudolph, and Santy Claus.
Being childless for years, I haven't paid much attention to all of this kid stuff for a while, but this year after having a baby, I did pay attention.
I have something over on the kids (SPOILER TO FOLLOW: ALL CHILDREN YOUNG AND OLD, PLEASE STOP READING THIS AND GO TO BED):
I know that these are just men dressed up like Santa Claus. I'm not saying there isn't a Santa Claus, but these men are not it.
And they freak me out b/c I can see the man behind the mask, or the beard, as it were. I just see this guy who wants to put my little boy on his lap. What if he's a sex offender? Isn't this a sex offender's dream job?
Now, if it's one of those old guys with a real beard who is actually fat and really looks like Santa Claus, then that's cool, especially if he speaks Dutch and the USPS sends all the Dear Santa Claus letters to him.
But when I hand my little boy to Santa Claus, and Santa proceeds to stare down my tits and then maybe even flirt with me b/c obviously my 4 mo. old can't say what he wants yet, then my shit do be freaked. From Santa, I don't want any flirty conversation or any indication of your sexuality. I want HO HO HO and good cheer and jolliness and maybe even some real elves running about. I'd even take Will Ferrell's version of an Elf. At least have Mrs. Claus around to keep Santa in check. Don't we all need to keep our husbands in check from time to time? Santa is no different. I don't want to be reminded that Santa has a penis. EWWW. I want him to be more like a Ken doll - penis-less.
On a side note, I'm starting to watch children's shows now, and I much prefer cartoons, computer animation, or at least kids playing characters. Adults acting like children or imaginary child-like characters don't do it for me. Like the Doodlebops - they also freak my shit out...And all those grown men who sing funny songs in between shows on Nickelodeon. Go away, you freakity freak freak. I don't want to clap my hands or stomp my feet while you play your guitar, dreaming of rock n roll stardom - a day come and gone for you. Begone, and bring me a cartoon. :)
Friday, January 12, 2007
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Don't hate me because I'm beautiful, ha ha!
The subtitle of this post is: BFL rocks.
Actually, I'm not even sure if it's BFL, so much as the general common sense of eating right and working out regularly.
I just had a baby in August, and (here's where you call me an "SB", you know who you are, but I'm lovin' it), I've lost all my pregnancy weight. All of it. Every last pound. Here's how much I've worked out since having the baby: zero. Oh, I've walked here and there, I take the stairs at work, but that's about it. But I'm a size 4 again.
I am almost certain that my miraculous weight loss has everything to do with doing 2 back to back BFL 12 week sessions right before I got pregnant. A) I think my body was able to handle the extra body weight from being pregnant, or rather, it was able to more easily get rid of it afterwards, and B) I picked up healthy eating habits from doing BFL; even though I'm not doing BFL right now, I still eat 6 times a day, and did throughout my pregnancy, still try to find whole wheat foods, non processed foods, etc, eat fruits and veggies and lots of water. Just not as strict as I would be when doing BFL.
The other thing that may have helped with weight loss might be b/c I'm still breastfeeding. BFing burns more calories.
Before it sounds like I'm a cocky bitch, let me put myself down before it's too late: The weight is down, I do look pretty good with clothes on, but I've got a long way to go before bikini time. My body fat to muscle ratio is all off. As in, I'm all fat and no muscle. It's not looking pretty. My belly has changed shaped and kinda just hangs there off my body. I'm not upset about it - I mean, it's the price you pay and I was so willing to pay it (I love my little boy!!!). I'm just saying that all is not perfect.
The first day of spring, I am going to start BFL again full force. I'm waiting that long b/c it feels good to procrastinate, and you know the time will go fast. Plus, I've always had a hard time working out in winter, with all the darkness and all the coldness. I never want to put on workout clothes b/c I'm so freaking cold all the time. And when it's dark, I sleep. So with the first day of spring, I'll have plenty of time to get in shape before bikini weather.
I'm scared to commit to it though. The biggest obstacle will be my son, God bless him. It's not his fault at all. I just don't know how I'll manage to work out, and take care of him at the same time.
1) He's pretty high maintenance. Putting him in the closet and ignoring him doesn't work.
2) I work full time, so the time I am home, I feel guilty if every last waking second isn't with him. When he falls asleep for the night, I'm too tired to work out.
3) My husband and I work different shifts, which means I'm all by myself most of the time, being a parent by myself. I never would have understood this statement before I had kids. Let me tell you, I have a whole new respect for parents, especially stay at home moms. It's really work. You weren't kidding. More rewarding work, but sitll work.
I know people who have serious workout programs going on who have much bigger obstacles than I do. I know it can be done. It's kind of strange getting used to be held accountable to someone, or rather, being responsible for someone else's well being. It used to be me, me, me, and I could work out whenever I wanted. Now, I've really got to plan things.
I don't think many people read this anymore, so I don't think too many people are going to mind all my bragging. I'm trying to get back into the blog world. I'm having trouble finding some people's blogs, and when I do and try to post, I can't for some reason.
Myblends: I'm going to try to get involved there, too. I don't know a lot of people on there now, and I have a bad habit of sticking to what I know, ha ha. I scared. :(
Tracker: I don't think I know ANYONE there anymore.
It'll all fall into place once I start BFL again, I think.
It's going to be fun being a "fit mom". I've always admired the fit moms, and always wanted to be one.
Funny, everyone thought I'd get fat (couldn't wait for it, in fact), and EVERYONE told me I'd go up a couple of sizes permanently (not talking about my online friends). Let me be the first to say:
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
...what were you saying?
I'm going straight to hell, I know. Anyone who knows me knows that I don't usually give myself credit, so it's all good.
:)
Actually, I'm not even sure if it's BFL, so much as the general common sense of eating right and working out regularly.
I just had a baby in August, and (here's where you call me an "SB", you know who you are, but I'm lovin' it), I've lost all my pregnancy weight. All of it. Every last pound. Here's how much I've worked out since having the baby: zero. Oh, I've walked here and there, I take the stairs at work, but that's about it. But I'm a size 4 again.
I am almost certain that my miraculous weight loss has everything to do with doing 2 back to back BFL 12 week sessions right before I got pregnant. A) I think my body was able to handle the extra body weight from being pregnant, or rather, it was able to more easily get rid of it afterwards, and B) I picked up healthy eating habits from doing BFL; even though I'm not doing BFL right now, I still eat 6 times a day, and did throughout my pregnancy, still try to find whole wheat foods, non processed foods, etc, eat fruits and veggies and lots of water. Just not as strict as I would be when doing BFL.
The other thing that may have helped with weight loss might be b/c I'm still breastfeeding. BFing burns more calories.
Before it sounds like I'm a cocky bitch, let me put myself down before it's too late: The weight is down, I do look pretty good with clothes on, but I've got a long way to go before bikini time. My body fat to muscle ratio is all off. As in, I'm all fat and no muscle. It's not looking pretty. My belly has changed shaped and kinda just hangs there off my body. I'm not upset about it - I mean, it's the price you pay and I was so willing to pay it (I love my little boy!!!). I'm just saying that all is not perfect.
The first day of spring, I am going to start BFL again full force. I'm waiting that long b/c it feels good to procrastinate, and you know the time will go fast. Plus, I've always had a hard time working out in winter, with all the darkness and all the coldness. I never want to put on workout clothes b/c I'm so freaking cold all the time. And when it's dark, I sleep. So with the first day of spring, I'll have plenty of time to get in shape before bikini weather.
I'm scared to commit to it though. The biggest obstacle will be my son, God bless him. It's not his fault at all. I just don't know how I'll manage to work out, and take care of him at the same time.
1) He's pretty high maintenance. Putting him in the closet and ignoring him doesn't work.
2) I work full time, so the time I am home, I feel guilty if every last waking second isn't with him. When he falls asleep for the night, I'm too tired to work out.
3) My husband and I work different shifts, which means I'm all by myself most of the time, being a parent by myself. I never would have understood this statement before I had kids. Let me tell you, I have a whole new respect for parents, especially stay at home moms. It's really work. You weren't kidding. More rewarding work, but sitll work.
I know people who have serious workout programs going on who have much bigger obstacles than I do. I know it can be done. It's kind of strange getting used to be held accountable to someone, or rather, being responsible for someone else's well being. It used to be me, me, me, and I could work out whenever I wanted. Now, I've really got to plan things.
I don't think many people read this anymore, so I don't think too many people are going to mind all my bragging. I'm trying to get back into the blog world. I'm having trouble finding some people's blogs, and when I do and try to post, I can't for some reason.
Myblends: I'm going to try to get involved there, too. I don't know a lot of people on there now, and I have a bad habit of sticking to what I know, ha ha. I scared. :(
Tracker: I don't think I know ANYONE there anymore.
It'll all fall into place once I start BFL again, I think.
It's going to be fun being a "fit mom". I've always admired the fit moms, and always wanted to be one.
Funny, everyone thought I'd get fat (couldn't wait for it, in fact), and EVERYONE told me I'd go up a couple of sizes permanently (not talking about my online friends). Let me be the first to say:
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
...what were you saying?
I'm going straight to hell, I know. Anyone who knows me knows that I don't usually give myself credit, so it's all good.
:)
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