Take a second to look at your life, what can you clear out to make space for something new? It is cleaning out your closet.. letting go of an old grudge..whatever it is. Get rid of it. we grow attached to these things so it can be scary to let them go, but the only way to keep growing is to let go of the old so that we can make way for the new.
One thing I am really good at is setting goals and not following through. Hence why my blogging has been more than sub par from the start.
Some of my summer goals/wishes include:
-losing the rest of my baby weight.
-learning to use my camera.
-learning to use my sewing machine.
-keeping my house clean.
-paying off hospital/baby bills.
-being a better wife.
-being a better friend.
-being a better blogger.
It is a lot, I know. Probably because they are the same goals I set over and over again, but never achieve. If I can concur 3 of these things by September, I will be satisfied and deem this summer a success.
While it may be harder because I have to balance work, mom and pleasure…I like a challenge.
I am well on my way to reaching my goal by attempting to kill 2 birds with one stone.
Enter Project Hot Mom.
I am trying so hard to lose this last 15 pounds. Last week I start PHM.
This is a 30 day challenge. I put a time limit on it to make it more of a competition for myself, in hopes that I would be more successful.
I have a category devoted to fitness on Pinterest that i used quite often when I worked out regularly in college.
I chose 4 workouts to compile my challenge.
1. Ab and squat challenge. This is my favorite bc these are 2 of my favorite things.
2. Couch to 5k. Trying to enjoy running again.
3. I do this circuit daily. I used to do this one all the time, and while it was difficult, it was fun and it worked.
4. Some more daily plyometrics.
I took yesterday completely off because Kell and I did not have to work. It was nice.
The hardest thing for me in the summer time is eating healthier. Working at camp does not allow for many healthy options or much time/energy to prepare your own food.
So my first challenge is water only and no dessert. SO DANG HARD. especially with that staff discount at the concession stand. I may have to allow myself a swirl in a cone every now and then.
The second hardest thing is not getting upset that I don’t always get to complete my workout because Finley needs me or work requires more attention. I have to keep telling myself that doing some is better than doing nothing.
So I am not becoming a fitblur or anything, but I think posting daily will keep me accountable and help me practice consistency in my blogging.
Here’s chapter 2! :D I’m hoping to make a chapter a day (I’m sorry Jenn if I don’t)
Anyway! I hope you enjoy!
Kevin had already unpacked some of his things. There were posters on the wall depicting scantily clad women on motorcycles, I scowled at his sheets messily strewn on the mattress, and boxes were thrown on the floor. ‘No regard for cleanliness’ I thought. He looked at my face and chuckled.
“You’ve been here for 5 seconds and you already disapprove!”
“Well, Kevin, you’re organizational skills are not the best-”
My arms quiver under the weight of the box and it falls, pouring it’s contents on the floor. I feel my face get hot as an assortment of purses, makeups, and women’s panties are spread across the floor. I look up at Kevin, his face turning red, his hands covering his mouth as he attempts to hold back a laugh.
“This is not my box! I don’t own such things!”
“Sure double dork.”
I place the bags and use a pencil to pick up the panties and place them back in the box and close it and place it in the hallway.
“I swear that was not mine, someone must have picked up mine on accident.”
Kevin couldn’t hold back his laughter as he grabbed his abdomen and bursted into laughter.
“Oh… Oh man Double D… That was hilarious.”
I pouted “I Do not believe a mix up of this sort is humorous.”
“Awww don’t do that,you’ll get wrinkles on that cute little face.”
My face gets even redder, making my ears even turn red and I turn to exit the room.
“I-I must retrieve the rest of my belongings”
I feel him grab my arm and pull me back toward him
“Don’t worry man, I’ll help you. As an apology.”
He helps me bring in the rest of my boxes and we return to the room after bringing in the last of my things from outside.
“Whew, it was a scorcher outside!”
Kevin takes off his shirt revealing his strong chest. I found myself staring. Sports had been kind to him, his broad shoulders and chest glistened with small beads of sweat which i would have normally found disgusting, I founding strangely endearing. Looking at him made my chest tighten.
“Haha take a picture, it’ll last longer.”
I quickly turned away in embarrassment. Why had I felt like that? I pulled my beanie down over my eyes as I feel my heart about to beat out of my chest.
Kevin grinned as he wrapped his arm around me and playfully punched my arm.
“Don’t worry about it dude.”
I feel my body get hot as Kevin gets closer, his bare chest against me.
‘Be quiet heart! He might hear you!’
He looks at me and raises an eyebrow as if he read my mind.
“You ok D?”
My whole face flushes at this new nickname. Why did I like it so much? Why was my body reacting this way?
“I’m fine Kevin, t-thank you.”
“Ok man, good to hear, thought you were mad or somethin’.”
He let’s me go and grabs a shirt from a box on his bed and puts it on, his back muscles flexing making my stomach do flips. I turn away and start to unpack.