Taking the Supplement Plunge

I've pretty much had it.  I can't seem to muster up the energy and motivation I need to get these last 20 lbs off of me.  I try to do so much during the day that there just isn't much left at the end of the day.  Waking up at 5 am seems like an insurmountable task when I consider the extra 2 hours of sleep I could have instead.   So I talked to my pediatrician recently and we discussed me having some caffeine before workouts.  I am not a caffeine drinker from cokes for various reasons (one of which is that they taste nasty to me), so I was thinking about buying straight up caffeine pills from GNC.  I've learned that nursing mothers can have 2-3 cups of coffee a day, and that translates into 400-600 mg of caffeine a day.  I'm only planning on less than 100 mg of caffeine and only before I workout.  Gary bought me a Jillian Michaels book b/c I love the Biggest Loser among other things and she recommends Guarana. 

I looked into that and it's supposed to be similar to caffeine but with a slower time-release, so I talked to the pharmacist and he says it's safe for nursing mothers.  I went to GNC tonight and bought a bottle for about $14.00.  1 capsule of guarana= 90 mg of caffeine.  I'm super excited to try it.  Before I was married and actually until it was "outlawed" I loved to take the Ripped Fuel w/Ephedra (because it worked!!!).  I am not afraid of supplements and at this point will welcome any help that I can get.  I'll get back to you to let you know how that works out with my 20lbs. and all. 

On Monday, I went and worked out at LA Fitness with one of my girlfriends and we did a cardio/weight/combo class.  I am actually sore today (in a good way, woot woot).  The point is, that during the workout I have to check myself out to check my form, but unfortunately that means I also inadvertantly, ummm....check out my form.  I found myself looking for my waist.  I remember it distinctly.  It was somewhere between my hip bones and my bra, but I just couldn't seem to find it.  Where did it go?  I'm determined to reconquer that 'waistland.'  People keep telling me that I look good, and I think it's because some of them have nothing to compare it to except my very pregnant self.  I do look better than when I was pregnant at least, or at least better than when I was 6+ months pregnant.  (cuz right now I look like I'm at least 4-5 months prego).  Seriously, I'm still wearing only elastic waisted pants.  Not cool.  Not sexy. Not me.  So, I'm gonna take guarana, and hopefully that'll be my wonder drug or at least the kick in the pants I need because I somehow am unable to kick myself enough to have the same effect.

Moving on- I am making scrumptious oatmeal raisin cookies for a treat for Relief Society tomorrow.  They are nummy.  I have only eaten one, and since I'm delivering them tomorrow they shouldn't sabotage me too much.  I have a pretty near insatiable sweet tooth.  (hence the 20 lbs)

It actually started because there were dried out raisins in the pantry so I soaked them in a bowl of some water today for several hours, and later realized we wouldn't eat them so I should bake with them.  What better than oatmeal raisin cookies?  Yum.

I'm about to take Van to the DR. to make sure he doesn't have an ear infection.  My kids seems like they are prone to ear infections, and he has been a little cranky and pulling at his ears for the last couple of days.  He is also teething however.  His 2 front teeth are just itching to come in.  Then he will have bottom and upper; my breasts are not excited about that.  I'm afraid of how many times I'm gonna get bit.  OUCH!

Gym Rat

I have tried working out at home, but it just doesn't work for me.  I need weights.  I also don't like to mess up my carpet.  I've thought about getting one of those plastic chair mats for office chairs.  I can't jump rope or do jumping jacks on my carpet or run in place because I am determined that it will ruin my carpet.  I am a gym rat.  I love to work out at the gym.  I love the environment, equipment, amenities, but also at the gym lives one of my....pet peeves. 
It seems there are several types of women who work out at the gym:

1.  the fat women who belong there and are at least showing up to try to make a difference.  They come in sweats and a t-shirt or just whatever they can throw together.  I don't see these there very often , but I do respect them.

2.  the women who aren't fit yet, but they definitely aren't fat either, they have gotten off their butts and are in a habit of working out again, but just haven't reached their goals yet.  They wear a whole myriad of work out gear or sweats or whatever.

3.  There are the in-shape hottie women who show up to workout; they are in maintenance mode and have their hair up and work out and go home. (and those of us who are still in the fatty mode or at least in the only 20lbs to go mode use them for motivation)

and then there are my pet peeves:

4.  These are the ladies who are hottie bodies with super cute (or just super skimpy) clothes with perfect makeup and their hair is blow dryed, flat-ironed, and DOWN!  They go through the motions and show up to be admired but not to work (that is my personal opinion and in my experience is completely on point)

These ladies drive me crazy.  I always wonder, what is the point?  They makeup is fresh, which I try to excuse by thinking MAYBE they came straight from work so it just happens to still be on from the day (except that it's fresh).  What it really comes down to is the hair.  Cute clothes?  fine.  Makeup? excusable under certain circumstances.  Hair fixed, flat ironed and down?  What could possibly make that okay?  If you are going to work out then put your flippin' hair up.  Seriously!  If you came to show off your figure and get some hookups-ummm go to the club.  It drives me INSANE.  Women get all in a tiffy about men hitting on them at the gym and then they pull these kind of stunts.  What do you expect?  If you have your cute workout clothes on and your hair up and you are actually working out and then you get hit on- I think that's completely different- you can't help your cuteness and the guy's brashness.  The other women-Flat Iron Flaunters who are only their for show-well I wish they'd just stay home or at the store, or just about anywhere else and let me work without their taking up space and equipment that could actually be used by someone else who wants to work it- on the equipment.

Thanks for the Rant.

p.s. I have no problem with personal trainers having fresh makeup and doing their hair however they want.  It's their job and they are selling their services and need to look their best-including hair and makeup-although personally I just scope out their own body to see how well they do their job.  If your hair dresser has bad hair, turn around and walk out the door, and if a trainer is not in shape and then some-don't bother.