My Wonderful Mother

Since it’s Mother’s Day and I’m not all that creative, I thought it would be a great time to write a post about my mom, just like everyone else. But really, it’s because I love bragging about my mother. She has accomplished some absolutely incredible things in her life and come through so much tribulation to be the wonderful person she is today.

Let me start by telling you the incredible obstacles that she has overcome:

My mother grew up as the oldest child of six. Her mother was bi-polar. Back then, they really didn’t have effective ways to treat this, so life growing up was a bit… rough at times. Needless to say, she didn’t have a whole lot of good mothering role models.

At age 18, a few months after graduating high school, she eloped to Las Vegas and married my father – a man 11 years her senior (they will not tell us any information about this wedding. I think they eloped because both of their families were opposed to them getting married). Nine and a half months later, I was born and a little over a year after they were married in Vegas they were sealed in the Los Angeles California temple.

After that, babies came quickly. My mom had three more kids by the time I was barely five, and by the time I was six (almost seven), she had also given birth to my twin sisters. So for a couple months, she had six kids under the age of six (with twin cabooses). She nursed all of us for at least a year. Including my twin sisters. Yeah, that in and of itself is incredible at a time when bottle feeding was all the rage.

Oh, did I forget to mention that my mom was also a stepmother to my dad’s children from a former marriage? Two of the boys lived with us for various amounts of time while I was growing up. And you know how stepfamily relationships are. So by the time my mother was 25 (which is how old I am now), she effectively had eight children. Also, my dad traveled for his job a lot.

Sometime before my mom gave birth to the twins, my grandmother committed suicide, leaving her with no support on that end, along with a heart-breaking tragedy to deal with.

Additionally, after the twins were born, my mother had to have a hip replacement, because when she was a baby she had an infection in a hip and it had deteriorated so much they had to replace it. At age 26. This is a lot harder on your body than you might think and is pretty crippling.

When we were a little older, my mom was also diagnosed bi-polar (luckily they had better medicines by then). 🙂

Oh yes, and one of my brothers is ADHD. Another is autistic, ADD and bipolar. I and a sister were diagnosed with depression.

So where do I start honoring someone who endured so much to raise me and my siblings? She took us to church every Sunday, taught us the gospel, got us all to school, fed us, clothed us, had family home evening, read scriptures with us. She has incredible perseverance and a determination that just boggles the mind. She would and will do anything for her children.

Despite having children with some very tough mental and behavioral issues, she didn’t kill any of us! And she somehow dealt with the sometimes very cruel judgmental/hostile attitudes that were much more prevalent then than now about kids with those sort of problems.

Her three boys got their eagles and her three girls got their young women’s medallions. Five of us graduated high school, most of us with honors. She home-schooled my autistic brother and he acheived his GED. Two of the boys have gone on missions. She completed her Associates degree this year, which is awesome after not having really attended school for 24 years. And I hear she got really good grades… at the very least straight As one semester. She has been married for 26 years, has two grandkids (mine) and became a grandmother at the young age of 37.

Her love for her children and grandchildren is second-to-none and she is always aware and worried about everyone else’s welfare. She has sacrificed so much for her children and received little thanks from us and no worldly fame. Her faith in Christ and in the gospel has never seemed to waver.

She is incredible, amazing, beautiful, wonderful. I’m so glad that she’s my mother. She often tells me how impressed she is by my determination and willingness to get things done, but you know – I learned it from her.

Thanks mom, for being there for me always and for raising me. I love you. 🙂 Happy Mother’s Day.

Possibly Boring Churchy-Type Post

Arwen Winning Best of Breed

Arwen Winning Best of Breed

Ok, so since it’s Sunday and I try my best to be spiritual today (semi-successfully), I decided I’m going to write down a spiritual experience. You might or might not be interested. This might be a boring feature, but that’s ok ’cause it’s really just something I want to remember and I kind of suck at journaling (my hand cramps up.)

Last Sunday we had Stake Conference and a member of the Quorum of the Seventy came to speak at church and he mentioned that we should try to keep a record of things like this and so that’s what kind of spurred me onto it too.

So after Andrew and I got married and before we had any babies, we got a dog. A Rhodesian Ridgeback named Arwen. We still have her and she is really an awesome dog, going on five years old. Now, we got her for the purpose of not only companionship, but also to show her and to do a thing called Lure Coursing (which is fun) so that we could get her championship and breed her. Well, one thing you should know about these events is that they occur on Saturdays and Sundays (usually) and only very rarely (twice a year) in Utah.

So, well, we rationalized that these couple of Sundays a year, we would participate in these events. We rationalized that it was ok because it was very rarely occurring and you know, it was a fun family event. (Which, yes, I know, is a stupid rationalization and I knew better.) Several years passed with some wins, but we were unable to get the last win that we needed to have Arwen be a champion.

One day, when I was sitting looking at the entry forms for a BIG Lure Coursing event, I felt like we really should stop attending the Sunday events to keep the Sabbath day holy. I brought it up to Andrew and we discussed it and agreed. In this case, the event was Sunday – Monday, so we entered only Monday’s event. I worried about it the several weeks up to the event, worrying that we would just be wasting our money and we would not be able to EVER finish Arwen’s championship at this rate.

Well, the big day came and I prepared Arwen and packed up the babies and my sister to drive up to this event, which was about a two hour drive. Andrew had to work, so that’s why I had my sister along. Well, we got there and the entry was HUGE. There were FIFTEEN other Rhodesian Ridgebacks to beat, which is a giant number. There were several really good dogs there that had quite the reputation (dogs that are taken out every weekend to practice and they win a lot, while most weekends Arwen sits at home sleeping on the couch and sometimes going to practice). And here I was dragging along my two babies and my insane little Ridgeback (she is five times more insane than any other dog on the field and DRAGS me around.)  We have no hope, I’m thinking, but I’ve been praying for like five days that we’ll do well and I’m praying the whole time we’re there. Please please please. But I don’t have much hope because it’s been several events since we’ve won anything.

Also, the judge is supposedly a cranky old lady.

So the first run, we get a high score (three way tied with several other dogs). Second run we get an ok score and my heart sinks. No way we’ll make it, we’re in third place. Third run we get another high score. We’re tied for first place with one other dog, Sugar. At this point, waiting for the runoff with our tie, I’m crying, because even if we get second place, we have the points we need to have Arwen’s championship. I couldn’t believe it… against the highest amount of Rhodesians I have ever seen at a meet, I’m tied for first somehow. Totally improbable. Arwen was running her heart out for me.

I offered to forfeit to Sugar, because all I needed was 3 points for Arwen’s championship (or second place) and Sugar needed 5 (or first place) for hers. But the rules had just changed so you couldn’t do that anymore. So we go to runoff and I’m just happy to take whatever I get. I cheer for Sugar to go, but she stops at the first turn. Arwen runs her heart out for the fourth time that day (800 yards each time) and takes first in her bracket. We have to run off against the winners from the other brackets (the dogs who are already champions, basically). Arwen runs for the fifth time that day against two champions with a reputation who have run two times less than she that day. She wins, hands down against what you might consider infamous and “professional” lure coursing dogs. The judge comes and tells me personally and several other people how awesome my bitch is and congratulates me on the Best of Breed win. She tells my family to get in the picture with me.

I am praying my heart out while we take the winning picture, thanking God for blessing me, tears in my eyes because I still can’t believe it. The Spirit was so strong on that field that day and I knew that I had made the right choice to listen to that prompting many weeks before.

And that’s how my dog built my faith in keeping the Sabbath day holy. Maybe silly, but it was one of the strongest feelings that I’ve had that I knew God cared about me and was just waiting ’til I started doing things right to bless me. It was beautiful and wonderful and so insanely improbable that it really couldn’t have been anything else.

I’m so glad that God gives me these experiences. It helps center me in this wildly chaotic world that we live in and builds my faith in Him. I feel so anchored, knowing that there is a God and He knows what we need to do to be successful and that He’ll tell us if we only will listen. He loves each of His children so much and is waiting to provide miracles if we’ll only have faith. I’m so grateful for that ever-present love and of course for the Atonement of Christ so that I can repent for being stupid about not keeping the Sabbath day holy in the first place. 🙂

And also, if you’re still with me, I heart this song: The Whole Armor of God

The Big Announcement

#3 is on the way!

Are you ready for it?

Bombshell:
I’m pregnant.
Again.

I know, I’m insane. I swore up and down as Willow was growing that I would not have another child for two years because babies are a lot of work and I was going a little crazy. But then the nudges started when Willow hit 14 months. Baby time. Baby time.

I hate the nudges sometimes. The baby ones are the hardest to ignore for some reason, perhaps because families are so vital right now. Because strong, valiant babies raised in righteous families are needed more than ever. And also because my little darlings are just so absolutely adorable that I can’t help but want another one, though my timing might be a little more spaced out than Heavenly Father’s.

I really wanted it to not be an actual nudge and rather just some crazy fantasy brought about by sleep deprivation and too much candy. Andrew and I didn’t discuss it past the last time I mentioned something when Willow was 10 months about waiting to have another one ’til Willow was potty trained and we both nodded in agreement, sure that that was exactly what we should do. But then one day as Andrew and I were sitting on the couch, each of us getting things done on our separate computers (Andrew homework, me doing something like staring vacantly at Facebook) and not even talking about anything, I hear the words pop out of my mouth.

“I think it’s time to have another baby.”
Pause as we look at each other.
“Yeah, I’ve been thinking that too.”

Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
It had been confirmed. There wasn’t much we could do now, it was pretty obvious what time it was. Besides, I would have more space in between my kids than the pioneer women had or some of my friends have had… I won’t have three under three like my mother did when my little brother, Bobby, was born two months before my third birthday (She then continued the trend to end up with six kids under six – with a set of twins at the end – by the age of 25. She also had two older step-kids living with us, who weren’t so fond of her. She is Superwoman. She even exclusively breastfed all six of us for a year each, including the twins.) I can deal with this, right? I am a Strong Woman too.

Continuing the trend of super impregnability that runs in my family, I got pregnant the very month (February) we started trying. No waiting period (which I secretly hoped for). I took the pregnancy test from the dollar store almost a week before my period was due and there was a VERY obvious line. Already. And then I got sick the next day, just lightly and faintly though.

Jalapenos: They do a baby good (I hope)

But that nauseousness has increased and increased and is now, at 8 weeks, about twice as bad as my pregnancy with Willow. Even on 4 mg of Zofran (and taking a unisom and B6), I’m still vomiting and feel as bad as I did when I was pregnant with Sylvia and wasn’t even taking Zofran because I didn’t know it existed. I just lie around all day now, pretty much, feeling sick to my stomach and craving things strongly. Really strongly. I wasn’t so bad with Sylvia and Willow, just a craving maybe once a week, but this pregnancy I want lots of things, every day and it’s totally insane. One day I want hot and sour soup, the next I want a jalapeño burger with lots of fries from Carl’s Junior, and then I want a salad with lots of ranch dressing and all the trimmings and then I want jalapeño poppers and chocolate and sushi and tofu and Cafe Rio. I think the only common thread in my cravings is that I really want jalapeños all the time. I’m not sure what to make of that.

Oddly, whenever I’m pregnant, I can NOT be around peanut butter. The mere smell of it makes me gag. Every pregnancy so far has been this way. This time though, I also cannot eat healthy food. I don’t know why, but things like broccoli and whole wheat bread and shredded wheat and oatmeal make me gag too. This makes me feel really guilty, because I want to eat healthy, but my cravings and aversions are so INSANELY strong, I cannot ignore them. They cry for meat too, which makes me feel even more guilty because I am a vegetarian for many reasons – like hormones, animal cruelty, health and the word of wisdom – all of which make me feel bad because I desperately want to eat fatty red meat (chicken still makes me want to gag) about half the time I’m awake. Just like I feel bad about downing the white bread and chocolate and Marshmallow Mateys (luckily the chocolate is what usually comes back up, so that helps me feel a little better).

Anyway, I’m going on tangents. I just have one last thing to mention, and that is that I had the most lovely dream about giving birth to another beautiful baby girl last night. I still have this glowing memory of it that makes me feel very attached to the little blueberry that looks nothing like a baby in my uterus right now. I really can’t wait for the next seven months to pass so I can meet this new adorable little person that I am building right now. And trusting my dreams of gender to always be wrong (I dreamed about baby boys with both Sylvia and Willow), I’ll just be guessing that this is our little Thomas Andrew, as excited as we are to have him join our little family in November. What a wonderful blessing babies are, even if they do cause me to be sicker than a dog.

They are so worth it.

The Luck o’ the Irish

I totally love St. Patrick’s Day. Mostly because it’s a silly holiday. I feel that way about it because I really think the idea of Patron Saints is one of the silliest ideas  invented by the Catholic church and so I feel ok about celebrating it as a secular, fun, silly holiday. Leprechauns and dying food green is just a lot of fun for me and the kids. And also I love corned beef and cabbage. Yum!

I do not feel this way about Christmas and Easter. And just straight up, I do not tell my children there is a Santa Claus or an Easter Bunny. Although we give a few presents at Christmastime, we tell the kids exactly where they came from and tell them that it’s representative of the gifts given at Christ’s birth and some other religious stuff, etc. At Easter, we do an Easter Egg hunt, but we do it separately from the holiday if we aren’t visiting with family. I might consider doing Sankt Nicklaustag like the Germans do, maybe though, since that’s pretty much on par with St. Patrick’s Day to me. I dunno, maybe I am just a Grinch who doesn’t like the commercialization of Christ’s birth and resurrection much. I’m all for donating toys to kids that don’t have them and volunteering and things like that that really are celebratory of Christ’s birth instead. And also emphasizing the importance of Christ over Santa and the Easter Bunny.

But anyway, back to St. Patty’s Day. I love it. Also, it’s nice to be reminded of my heritage. My great grandmother on my mother’s side was full Irish as her parents both immigrated from Ireland. I like to be reminded of the sacrifices my ancestors made to get over here, and it’s also a good reminder of the kind of stereotyping and stuff they had to endure (like the drunkard thing and several other nasty ideas the Americans had about the Irish at the time – some of which have endured, unfortunately). I’m proud to be part Irish and I’m glad I have this day to celebrate it and tell my kids about their great-great-great-grandparents, and also because then I realize that I should probably work on my genealogy.

But anywho, if you needed more proof that I’m totally insane, there you go. I have somewhat weird reasoning about holidays that I celebrate. Now I’m off to make these delicious concoctions for dinner:

Lucky Leprechan Lime Drink


Corned Beef, Cabbage and Red Potatoes

The Feeling Sorry for Myself Post

Alright. I’m feeling angsty and hormonal. I feel like I need to post something about it today, just to get it out of my system.

angsty teen kitteh

I’m probably really just a whiny person. I know those pioneer women whose husbands left for two years to go on missions while they lived in a log cabin with no running water and with their 5 kids, pregnant with #6 probably didn’t feel sorry for themselves at all while they were washing their clothes by hand. And here I am in a comfy home (albeit built back when the pioneers settled Spanish Fork, pretty much) with everything I need and my husband is actually here sometimes and I only have two kids and I’m feeling like I need to whine about stuff. I’m sorry I’m so lame.

And that’s what this post should really be titled – I’m Sorry. Because I am full of anxiety about a lot of things. So I feel the need to tell you all I’m Sorry for the things that I am that are apparently offensive to people.

1) I’m Sorry that you misunderstand what I mean when I say “We’re poor”.

What I mean when I say “We’re poor” is that we are in debt. I do not mean we are living on credit cards and government assistance. What I mean is that we have $8000 in school debt and $120000 in house debt. Until we are out of these debts, I consider us “poor”. This means I really think about things before I buy them. Are my pants really unwearable or are they just worn out? Do I really need a new coat, even if it’s “on sale”? I try my best to live with what I have and not spend money on things that aren’t important and that I don’t need. I don’t mind wearing shabby clothes and buying used cars, because it means we can pay off our house and school loans.

I don’t care that my little children, who could care less what they are wearing, have to wear cheap DI clothes and don’t have those $10 flower bows in their hair and wear cloth diapers. I don’t care that I don’t get to eat out all the time. I don’t feel like these things are all that bad to deal with. The things that matter to me are financial security and what God thinks, not what every stranger or person around me sees when they look at me.

So anyway, we make more than we spend and our extra money goes to pay down our debt. This is why when I go out to buy things, sometimes I don’t actually buy stuff. It’s not because I want you to buy it for me. It’s because I’m “poor” – as in I don’t have money. It’s because I want to get out of debt and I’m willing to make sacrifices. I do enjoy going out shopping just for the companionship of it. Please, don’t feel obligated to buy me stuff because I change my mind while we’re at the store… if you offer it, I will be very uncomfortable saying no, because that’s just the way I am for some reason. It’s not because that was my purpose in going to the store with you.

Be aware, we’re not perfect at this. Every once in a blue moon we do buy things we don’t need, but we want. It happens, but not that often.

So anyway, please don’t get offended that I’m having another child because you think I’m poor and maybe going to ask you for handouts or take your tax dollars from the government. We have savings and we have the means to have another child, I promise. And even though we were going to wait for another year or so, my husband and I felt strongly and unequivocally  that it was time for another one. Children are one of those “big ticket purchases” that I’m willing to make, because they are SO worth it and they are more important than getting out of debt first (because I’ll be too old if I wait that long). I love my babies and that’s what matters.

2) I’m Sorry that I’m a Vegetarian (or well, technically a flexitarian)

I will not rant on this too long. I just have to say, I’m sorry that for some unfathomable reason, me being a vegetarian offends you. Since God hasn’t said “Though shalt eat meat every day of thy life” and has instead talked about how he notices the sparrows that fall to the ground and telling us to take care of the earth and the animals. Not to mention the part in the Word of Wisdom (if you’re LDS) where it says that animals should be eaten in times of famine or winter and such things, and additionally multiple stories of various Latter-Day prophets not wanting animals killed or eaten unless necessary, I feel that I’m pretty firm ground here in choosing this lifestyle.

For some reason this offends people though… for heaven’s sake, the WOW does not say you’re going to hell if you eat meat. It’s a temporal law to help us be healthy, and that’s why I eat meat sparingly. Because the rates of cancer and illnesses and all those things scare me and scientists are so split on how to prevent these things that I find it comforting that God has given us this temporal law so that I know how to take care of my body. I don’t care and don’t judge you if you’re a vegetarian or not, you can eat what you want and you’re not going to hell either.

So why does it offend you that I don’t eat animals? I don’t know! I’m so sorry that this is so offensive to you! Why do you get defensive when I mention that I eat that way? Also, why does it seem like you can’t be a conservative that cares about the earth and eats vegetarian food? This really especially confuses m, I am not going to vote to pass a law requiring you to stop eating meat.

Also, if I come to your house I am not going to expect you to make me vegetarian food. Make whatever you want and I’ll eat it because I love you. 🙂

3) I’m Sorry I’m not perfect.

Sorry, I’m just not. I try really hard to be, but I slip. I get mad at my kids sometimes. I get depressed and lonely sometimes. I waste my time most of the day. Please don’t be offended by my lack of perfect-ness and talk behind my back about it with everyone else and then maybe later declare judgmentally what you think of that. Also, I’m sorry if you ever thought I was mean to you on purpose, it’s not true. I try really hard not to be mean or gossip or be judgmental (although, I’m not perfect in those regards). I’m not very good at making food, I’m not a perfect parent or wife, I’m not very good at being productive or making things look nice and I eat a lot of candy/sweets when they are available. I’m really sorry if that offends you.

Ok, so I guess those were the only three things that I think people are bothered by… thinking I’m too poor to have babies or to buy my own stuff, people who find my choices not to be up to snuff and my flexitarian lifestyle. I get these judgmental statements occasionally regarding these things that just make me feel really kind of sad and lonely. I really am not choosing to be this way because it makes a statement or to make you feel like a bad person. I’m trying to do my best to be a good mother and do the things that are right for my family. Please don’t be offended or think that I’m judging you because I am this way.

Thank you for listening to my rant. I am now done by angsty and feel much better. I’m going to try to write nice things once a week… maybe about kittens and rainbows or something.

It’s been a long long time…

Alright, so I kind of died 7 months ago and stopped posting. I know, I’m lame. But the reason why is because actually, I got pregnant again. And I was extremely morning sick, just like last time! But this time, I had a toddler running around and so it was much harder to blog. So, needless to say, I have not really been exercising and losing weight.

I’m 7 months along now, due December 21st with another little girl, whom we will be naming Willow! I’ve been kind of able to keep my weight down… only 15 (I’m at about 226, up from 211 prepregnancy) lbs gained last time I checked… though I might have balloooned… I’ve been afraid of weighing myself for the past two weeks, because I keep gorging on candy and ice cream and stuff. 😦

I’m planning on starting “dieting” this next week though (as in keeping track of how many calories I’m eating, not actually dieting dieting.) I don’t want to gain 30 lbs again, so that it isn’t so hard to lose it all after the new little one is born.

Someone asked if I’ve tried Wii Fit Plus yet, and no, I haven’t. I’m waiting for a good deal to come around before I buy it, because I’m a cheapskate like that. 🙂 I haven’t really been exercising… but I think I will try at least doing free step on Wii Fit for 15 minutes a day if I can, so that I can keep my blood pressure down and just be healthy. Tried doing My Fitness Coach a month ago consistently and got bad sciatica and so had to stop. So I’m guessing it’s best if I keep my exercising as low impact as possible.

I’ll keep you updated on what happens. Hopefully I can keep my weight down! Got a doctor’s appointment on Tuesday, so we’ll see what the scale says. 🙂

Cloth Diapering

Completely unrelated to my normal theme of weight loss, I have decided to try cloth diapers with my 18 m/o daughter. This is mainly for one reason: Because I am a cheap person. Or frugal. However you want to put it. Of course, this also has an added affect of being environmentally friendly, but I’m mostly doing it because it’s cheaper than disposable.

And this is even considering that I buy the cheapest diapers available… mainly Parent’s Choice from Walmart, which at Size 5 comes to about 15 cents a diaper. However, these diapers are also ridiculously bad at keeping my daughter’s poo inside them and occasionally leaking when she sleeps. But we’ll assume they average around 15 cents a diaper, over all the diapering stages that kids are in (although I actually used Swaddlers with her for her first 3 months of life, which are far more expensive). I averaged probably… oh, 5 diapers a day over her whole lifespan. So that’s about 75 cents a day. Wipes are negligible… I buy the huge packs for $11 at Walmart and they last like 3 months. My daughter has been alive for about 550 days.

So lowballing it, I’ve spent:

$412 on diapers

$66 on wipes

$20 on garbage bags

$10 on a diaper pail

Also some amount on diaper rash stuff. But we’ll use what we have here.

So overall, I’ve spent about $508 on diapering my child… and she’s not even potty trained yet. We’ll probably be diapering her for another 6 months plus, so that’ll be another $160 some odd dollars.

Contrast this with what I have discovered for cloth diapering:

36 Infant Prefolds ($1.16 each) – $42

18 Premium  Prefolds ($2 each… I bought these not on sale, that’s why they’re more) – $36

18 Toddler Prefolds ($1.50 each) – $27

4 of the two sizes of Thirsties Duo Wraps ($8 each on sale)  – $64

A few wool covers for nightime (made out of sweaters from the dollar store) – $8

A total of about $177 for the bare minimum of everything I need. This versus $668 (+) on disposables, if you’re buying dirt cheap stuff and you have a baby that doesn’t need a whole lot of diaper changes. Not to mention you can reuse cloth on several babies, so that defrays the cost even more.

So here I go on my cloth diaper foray… we’ll see how it goes!

Wii Fit Diet + My Fitness Coach – A quick update

So I think my wii fit might be on the fritz. Or it might just hate me… but it consistently is weighing me 5 lbs heavier than what I weighed before. This evening, I got on it and it weighed me at 216 (vs 211 yesterday). Then I got on it after my Fitness Coach workout, and it weighed me at 221. Umm, kay? Weird. I weighed myself on a normal scale, and it said I weighed 210, so I am not sure what’s up.

In other news, I do not like My Fitness Coach’s yoga. I tried it today after my workout to help me relax, but it was super hard, because she expects you to know all of the different poses in yoga already and once she tells you what to do for a set (and you awkwardly try to follow her instructions) the first time around, the second time you’re expected to crane your neck up to look at the TV to see what she’s doing and when she’s changing positions. That’s right… she doesn’t say a THING to tell you when to move into the next position. This means when you’re supposed to move from a downward facing dog position into a crocodile, you will probably fall over, because you’re trying to see when she’s switching positions moving by holding your head at an awkward angle, trying to drop down into crocodile properly  and trying to do proper breathing. I quit after 8 minutes of it, because both sets she had me do had downward dog in it and I couldn’t see ANYTHING. And she wasn’t telling me what to do! Argh! It was hurting my neck and my eyes so bad!

Otherwise though, I still really like My Fitness Coach. I’ve been through several different types of exercises now, and I do like its format. It’s face paced and gets me really moving! And nothing beats seeing how you burned 137 calories after your 30 minute workout. Yeeeeaaaah baby! And overall I do like it better than wii fit, except the yoga part. I still prefer Wii Fit for Yoga.

That’s about it though! I’ve gotta vacuum my house before my husband gets home. Oops. 🙂 Too much exercise today (38 minutes)!

Wii Fit Diet + My Fitness Coach, Day 2

Woohoo! I’m down to 211.5 lbs today. 🙂 I’m so happy. And My Fitness Coach is really really nice. I like it a lot. 🙂 I did a 30 min workout today and it really got me going. It’s nice to have some variety. I will probably still keep playing wii fit though for the Yoga, because that’s very relaxing and nice. Also free step is good to do while I’m watching a movie or something.

I noticed a couple people searching for My Fitness Coach pictures, so I took some for those interested in seeing what it looks like:

That’s about it for today! 🙂 Only 45 more lbs to go!