I'm going to rant today. I'm feeling VERY ranty.
Why can't people be civil during the end of a relationship? Why must it always turn to games, and being the victor? Why can't they just split peacefully and move on with their lives?
I've seen several of my very good friends in recent years end their marriages, or just long-term relationships. Almost all of them were due to their spouses cheating. What really gets me is, spouse cheats, then tries to do everything in their power to make the situation hard on the one they cheated on. Seriously? This can't be how this always plays out. I just don't get it. You (general) obviously, at one point in time, really loved this person. Now, you're just tossing them to the curb with nothing, and you don't care?
I have a plea to anyone who is about to end their marriage: be nice about it. Our feelings change, and some times, people just don't want to be married anymore. That's absolutely valid. Your feelings are valid. But that doesn't mean you should start looking for someone else so that you don't have to be alone, or to "try it out" before you make the final decision. It's dishonest. Your spouse doesn't suspect a thing, but you're chatting up other women and making plans to meet them? That's horrible. And it does make you a cheater. And you are wrong for it. It makes you look like a terrible human being with no regard for anyone but yourself and your own desires. How hard is it to say, "I don't think I want to be married anymore." Your spouse will be hurt, but it will sting less if you tell them before you've moved on. Their feelings count for something, too. Or did you forget that?
And if your spouse has relied on you to pay the bills, and has moved away from their support net to be with you and support your career, and has no where to go, and no way to get where they need to go--don't be an asshole. Help them. YOU decided to end this relationship. The least you can do, is be civil, and help them go back home.
Women are just as bad as some of these men, I have seen it first hand with my own parent's marriage, but fsking-a. It frustrates me so much to see people I love getting their world ripped apart because someone they trusted and loved is a liar.
Be kind to each other. Just because a relationship has ended, doesn't mean WWIII needs to erupt. Divorces would be less messy if people were honest with their spouses about how they were feeling, and ended the relationship before they met someone else--because that betrayal, is what generally sends people over the edge and then they're out to hurt the offender in any way possible. People always say it just happens, but I think if they were honest with themselves, they'd see that they'd been unhappy for a while, and it "happening" was a result of that.
I really wish that people acted with more kindness and compassion, and thought about things before they acted on impulse. I think there would be less broken hearts that way.
<3
Monday, December 19, 2011
Friday, December 16, 2011
Updateness!
So, I realized yesterday, that I hadn't blogged in approximately two months. Lots of stuff has been going on. Apologies.
Mini Sarge has warmed up considerably faster to Sarge than I expected, but it is wonderful. I get the warm fuzzies inside when I seem then interact. I really missed that while he was gone.
Mini Sarge was also evaluated by Early Intervention back in the beginning of November. She wanted to move forward, but I wanted to give him more time to catch up before we did anything. He has caught up a significant amount just since Sarge has gotten back. So, that makes me hopeful that we won't need any professional intervention on getting him back on track. Back when she came, I could have written pages on how the visit went and how it made me feel and the guilt I was carrying about his development... but those feelings are gone now. They have been dealt with. If any of it was my fault, due to lack of trying, or laziness, or what not, then so be it. We are a family again. Things are normal, he is catching up. That, is what matters. I can't blame myself for doing the best I could alone. It's a hard thing to come to terms with, but it's important for people in situations similar to mine to do. There is enough guilt to carry as parents, this doesn't need to be added to it all.
Sarge's parents and brother visited us for Thanksgiving. That was lovely. I adore my MIL. We'll see them again next week, which should be fun. :)
I turned 25 on Thanksgiving. Whoo-hoo. I think? Ha. Some days, I feel much older than 25.
I had surgery on the 6th, to diagnose some pain I'd been dealing with for the past 6 years off and on. I had a diagnostic laproscopy. It's a same day surgery, so I came home that afternoon. Turns out, suspicions were correct, and I have endometriosis. The good news is that it was a mild case, and so long as we keep an eye out for it coming back, we shouldn't have any fertility problems in the future. I was really nervous about the severity of it, but luck was definitely on our side. Now I can move forward, with answers, and take things as they come, and not worry about whether or not we're going to have a hard time getting pregnant again when the time comes.
Future babies are still on hold. ;)
So yeah. Busy last two months. They have been wonderful, though. I'm looking forward to things settling down a bit for a while, and then PCSing out of here next Spring. It's going to be an adventure!
<3
Mini Sarge has warmed up considerably faster to Sarge than I expected, but it is wonderful. I get the warm fuzzies inside when I seem then interact. I really missed that while he was gone.
Mini Sarge was also evaluated by Early Intervention back in the beginning of November. She wanted to move forward, but I wanted to give him more time to catch up before we did anything. He has caught up a significant amount just since Sarge has gotten back. So, that makes me hopeful that we won't need any professional intervention on getting him back on track. Back when she came, I could have written pages on how the visit went and how it made me feel and the guilt I was carrying about his development... but those feelings are gone now. They have been dealt with. If any of it was my fault, due to lack of trying, or laziness, or what not, then so be it. We are a family again. Things are normal, he is catching up. That, is what matters. I can't blame myself for doing the best I could alone. It's a hard thing to come to terms with, but it's important for people in situations similar to mine to do. There is enough guilt to carry as parents, this doesn't need to be added to it all.
Sarge's parents and brother visited us for Thanksgiving. That was lovely. I adore my MIL. We'll see them again next week, which should be fun. :)
I turned 25 on Thanksgiving. Whoo-hoo. I think? Ha. Some days, I feel much older than 25.
I had surgery on the 6th, to diagnose some pain I'd been dealing with for the past 6 years off and on. I had a diagnostic laproscopy. It's a same day surgery, so I came home that afternoon. Turns out, suspicions were correct, and I have endometriosis. The good news is that it was a mild case, and so long as we keep an eye out for it coming back, we shouldn't have any fertility problems in the future. I was really nervous about the severity of it, but luck was definitely on our side. Now I can move forward, with answers, and take things as they come, and not worry about whether or not we're going to have a hard time getting pregnant again when the time comes.
Future babies are still on hold. ;)
So yeah. Busy last two months. They have been wonderful, though. I'm looking forward to things settling down a bit for a while, and then PCSing out of here next Spring. It's going to be an adventure!
<3
Friday, October 21, 2011
Home! Finally.
I can finally say, this deployment is over. :)
Sarge landed Wednesday afternoon. It was cold, and rainy, and Mini Sarge flipped out when all the cheering started, but it was a good day.
We started out by leaving immediately after Mini Sarge woke up from his nap. I put his shirt and shoes on and threw him in the car, which was nice and toasty. We drove down to the designated location and got onto the bus that would taxi us to the airfield. I thought he would be more difficult to deal with on the bus, but he did very well. We got inside and he ran around the hangar.
At first, time was going sooo slow, and I was cursing wearing heels and this dress. But, the next thing I knew, the plane was landing and we were asked to take our seats so we could start.
For those who have never been, the welcome home ceremonies go as follows.
--Families arrive 2 hours before scheduled flight lands. This is to make sure that everyone is there, in case the plane is early.
--15 minutes or so before the plane lands, families are allowed to go outside and watch the soldiers exit the plane.
--Soldiers go into a separate building, drop off their stuff, and get into formation. Families return inside.
--Hangar doors open, soldiers march in. They are not allowed to look at you. You must restrain your children from running out and pouncing on them.
--A person or two gives a speech. Everyone curses them in their heads for not talking faster.
--Soldiers are released for 15 minutes or so.
--Soldiers get back in formation, families return to seats.
--Soldiers exit and get on buses.
--After they have left the airfield, families are allowed to get back on buses.
--Get in your car, drive down to x-location and chat and wait for soldiers to be released. Generally, this takes about 1.5-2 hours.
--Finally get your loved one, and go the eff home.
Luckily, we live about a mile or so from Sarge's work, so we came home and got something to eat and got Mini Sarge bathed. Unfortunately, he was a bit worked up, so bedtime was a bit later than usual, but it wasn't bad.
Sarge and I ate and he passed out early. He ended up waking up at 3:30 the next morning, ready to go... and I got up with him, even though I didn't fall asleep until almost midnight, ha. I was such a zombie yesterday.
He's on day 2 of his mandatory 7 day reintegration stuff. After that, it's back to work until block leave. But, hey, I'm not complaining. He's home, right? :)
Sarge landed Wednesday afternoon. It was cold, and rainy, and Mini Sarge flipped out when all the cheering started, but it was a good day.
I totally feel like Jessica Rabbit, only blonde and with a purple dress, in this picture, lol.
We started out by leaving immediately after Mini Sarge woke up from his nap. I put his shirt and shoes on and threw him in the car, which was nice and toasty. We drove down to the designated location and got onto the bus that would taxi us to the airfield. I thought he would be more difficult to deal with on the bus, but he did very well. We got inside and he ran around the hangar.
At first, time was going sooo slow, and I was cursing wearing heels and this dress. But, the next thing I knew, the plane was landing and we were asked to take our seats so we could start.
For those who have never been, the welcome home ceremonies go as follows.
--Families arrive 2 hours before scheduled flight lands. This is to make sure that everyone is there, in case the plane is early.
--15 minutes or so before the plane lands, families are allowed to go outside and watch the soldiers exit the plane.
--Soldiers go into a separate building, drop off their stuff, and get into formation. Families return inside.
--Hangar doors open, soldiers march in. They are not allowed to look at you. You must restrain your children from running out and pouncing on them.
--A person or two gives a speech. Everyone curses them in their heads for not talking faster.
--Soldiers are released for 15 minutes or so.
--Soldiers get back in formation, families return to seats.
--Soldiers exit and get on buses.
--After they have left the airfield, families are allowed to get back on buses.
--Get in your car, drive down to x-location and chat and wait for soldiers to be released. Generally, this takes about 1.5-2 hours.
--Finally get your loved one, and go the eff home.
Luckily, we live about a mile or so from Sarge's work, so we came home and got something to eat and got Mini Sarge bathed. Unfortunately, he was a bit worked up, so bedtime was a bit later than usual, but it wasn't bad.
Sarge and I ate and he passed out early. He ended up waking up at 3:30 the next morning, ready to go... and I got up with him, even though I didn't fall asleep until almost midnight, ha. I was such a zombie yesterday.
He's on day 2 of his mandatory 7 day reintegration stuff. After that, it's back to work until block leave. But, hey, I'm not complaining. He's home, right? :)
Thursday, October 6, 2011
:/
I think this is the most sad I've been the entire deployment, which makes no sense considering how close we are to done.
I guess the first few weeks, and the last few weeks are always the hardest.
My biggest frustration lately has been planning an outfit to pick him up in. I know that sounds incredibly ridiculous. How hard could it be? It's just clothes.
It is just clothes. However, if there is one thing I generally dress up for (because I am definitely a t-shirt and jeans girl), it's homecoming. There's something to be said about a little extra effort in my appearance after he's been gone a year. I don't want to be that girl in the hanger that looks like she rolled out of bed and came down (which, happens more than you might think).
The problem, this go around, is that I have a toddler. I have absolutely no problem dressing sexy, but sexy often means low neck lines and high heels--both things that could be disastrous with the right set of circumstances (um, bus ride and chasing a toddler around a plane hanger? Blah!). So, I've been trying to balance something sexy with something practical... which leaves me feeling like a soccer mom.
I wanted to do a wrap dress, but Mini Sarge is not one to let momma try on clothes in the store--he just doesn't have the patience. And either having to ship something back or drive back to the mall to return it, just isn't appealing (although, I may end up at Kohls later this week if I can't come to terms with that I've picked out).
Then, when I do find something cute, I think "am I ever going to wear this again?" Frivolous spending when I still worked and we had tons of play-cash every month was not a big deal, but we are on a budget now. And $40+ on a top I might wear again sometime in the future isn't a wise purchase in my book.
Right now, I'm set on a pair of jeans, boots with a nice heel on them, and a lace trimmed tank top in a color he loves on me, with a cute sweater in case it's cold.
I'm still very meh about it. :/
Another thing that has me down, is I haven't been able to work out in over a month! So, I feel lazy. And lazy makes me feel whaleish (even though I haven't gained a pound).
I hurt my wrist (those who know me, know that this is a reoccurring injury that I've been dealing with for about 6 years now) and haven't been able to get it healed up before something happens again. Right now, the culprit is Mini Sarge. He keeps jumping off the couch, or running into me, or sitting (yes) on my wrist. I get okay, and he brings back the pain. x.x He's out to get me. I can't even push the stroller some days. -_-
I need a distraction for the next x amount of days (nope, can't and won't tell you. OPSEC nazi's would be beating down my door). I've got some errands that I've been putting off. Perhaps, I'll knock that list out.
Pray for my sanity!!! :)
<3
I guess the first few weeks, and the last few weeks are always the hardest.
My biggest frustration lately has been planning an outfit to pick him up in. I know that sounds incredibly ridiculous. How hard could it be? It's just clothes.
It is just clothes. However, if there is one thing I generally dress up for (because I am definitely a t-shirt and jeans girl), it's homecoming. There's something to be said about a little extra effort in my appearance after he's been gone a year. I don't want to be that girl in the hanger that looks like she rolled out of bed and came down (which, happens more than you might think).
The problem, this go around, is that I have a toddler. I have absolutely no problem dressing sexy, but sexy often means low neck lines and high heels--both things that could be disastrous with the right set of circumstances (um, bus ride and chasing a toddler around a plane hanger? Blah!). So, I've been trying to balance something sexy with something practical... which leaves me feeling like a soccer mom.
I wanted to do a wrap dress, but Mini Sarge is not one to let momma try on clothes in the store--he just doesn't have the patience. And either having to ship something back or drive back to the mall to return it, just isn't appealing (although, I may end up at Kohls later this week if I can't come to terms with that I've picked out).
Then, when I do find something cute, I think "am I ever going to wear this again?" Frivolous spending when I still worked and we had tons of play-cash every month was not a big deal, but we are on a budget now. And $40+ on a top I might wear again sometime in the future isn't a wise purchase in my book.
Right now, I'm set on a pair of jeans, boots with a nice heel on them, and a lace trimmed tank top in a color he loves on me, with a cute sweater in case it's cold.
I'm still very meh about it. :/
Another thing that has me down, is I haven't been able to work out in over a month! So, I feel lazy. And lazy makes me feel whaleish (even though I haven't gained a pound).
I hurt my wrist (those who know me, know that this is a reoccurring injury that I've been dealing with for about 6 years now) and haven't been able to get it healed up before something happens again. Right now, the culprit is Mini Sarge. He keeps jumping off the couch, or running into me, or sitting (yes) on my wrist. I get okay, and he brings back the pain. x.x He's out to get me. I can't even push the stroller some days. -_-
I need a distraction for the next x amount of days (nope, can't and won't tell you. OPSEC nazi's would be beating down my door). I've got some errands that I've been putting off. Perhaps, I'll knock that list out.
Pray for my sanity!!! :)
<3
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Memory Lane Nightmare
Hello! I don't remember how the topic started, but some online mommy friends and I got to talking about blogs and I mentioned that I'd blogged over the years, and how it was never anything as interesting as they were talking about. And I knew that my old Xanga and LiveJournal accounts were still open, so I went to Google to find them and decide whether or not they were in need of deletion. Which, is something I never thought of doing before, but for some reason, yesterday, decided I needed to.
The great thing about using the same username every where, is that it's not hard to find lost accounts and passwords. Being dumb and using the same password or two, also makes this feat easy to accomplish. First was the LiveJournal. The last time I'd updated that one, was in '07 when we were in MI. I didn't take the time to look through old posts. I deleted it on the spot.
Xanga was next. That one ran from fall of '04 up until right before I left with Sarge to MI in '06. So, about a two year time span. However, it featured probably the worst year of my life, in great detail. Because, let's face it, 17/18 year olds don't really think in the long-term. There was a lot of embarrassing, regrettable, personal information on there. Stuff, I realized I did not want someone to randomly find. Stuff I shouldn't have posted to begin with (emails and chat conversations that were private in nature). Stuff, that reading through (and I did. Took me several hours to read through all the posts), made me want to smack myself. I had gotten involved with several people in a rather short time period, and each was more dramatic than the one before it. Then, there was the chronicle that was my relationship with my ex-boyfriend, who was my first boyfriend and not just someone I was seeing. And reading through all those posts... I don't know why I was so enamored (well, I do, but it was an unhealthy attachment). And I don't know why I was so angry at him for so long, and so hung up. We broke up for a valid, selfless reason--but I couldn't let go, because of how important I had made him out to be, and made a fool out of myself chasing after him. It's sad seeing how much self-esteem I lacked back then. And, it's gone now, but a conversation we had really opened my eyes to it and changed me for the better. I was such a pain in the ass then, makes me want to apologize and say thank you, but I think that might be awkward after six years have passed, don't you think? Ha.
Reading through it all, I am so lucky to have made it through without any permanent damage to myself. I put myself in so many bad situations, and ignored all the good advice that was given to me.
Good lord, I hope I never have a daughter.
Actually, I take that back. I hope I do. And, I hope to raise her better, and make sure that she knows she's worth more and deserves the world. And if someone can't deliver, then she doesn't need to stick around. Everyone has worth, and deserves to be with someone who treats them with respect and makes them feel loved. Anything less is pointless.
So, what's on your old blogs?
The great thing about using the same username every where, is that it's not hard to find lost accounts and passwords. Being dumb and using the same password or two, also makes this feat easy to accomplish. First was the LiveJournal. The last time I'd updated that one, was in '07 when we were in MI. I didn't take the time to look through old posts. I deleted it on the spot.
Xanga was next. That one ran from fall of '04 up until right before I left with Sarge to MI in '06. So, about a two year time span. However, it featured probably the worst year of my life, in great detail. Because, let's face it, 17/18 year olds don't really think in the long-term. There was a lot of embarrassing, regrettable, personal information on there. Stuff, I realized I did not want someone to randomly find. Stuff I shouldn't have posted to begin with (emails and chat conversations that were private in nature). Stuff, that reading through (and I did. Took me several hours to read through all the posts), made me want to smack myself. I had gotten involved with several people in a rather short time period, and each was more dramatic than the one before it. Then, there was the chronicle that was my relationship with my ex-boyfriend, who was my first boyfriend and not just someone I was seeing. And reading through all those posts... I don't know why I was so enamored (well, I do, but it was an unhealthy attachment). And I don't know why I was so angry at him for so long, and so hung up. We broke up for a valid, selfless reason--but I couldn't let go, because of how important I had made him out to be, and made a fool out of myself chasing after him. It's sad seeing how much self-esteem I lacked back then. And, it's gone now, but a conversation we had really opened my eyes to it and changed me for the better. I was such a pain in the ass then, makes me want to apologize and say thank you, but I think that might be awkward after six years have passed, don't you think? Ha.
Reading through it all, I am so lucky to have made it through without any permanent damage to myself. I put myself in so many bad situations, and ignored all the good advice that was given to me.
Good lord, I hope I never have a daughter.
Actually, I take that back. I hope I do. And, I hope to raise her better, and make sure that she knows she's worth more and deserves the world. And if someone can't deliver, then she doesn't need to stick around. Everyone has worth, and deserves to be with someone who treats them with respect and makes them feel loved. Anything less is pointless.
So, what's on your old blogs?
Friday, September 2, 2011
Victory!
I have officially completed thirty days of my "30 Day Shred" workout video. Granted, it took me 45 days to do it... but, I did it! It feels pretty good to accomplish that. I have every intention of continuing though, because I hardly feel "shredded."
As a celebration, I have bought some new jeans. I had jeans from last year, that were a size 10 or 12, that were falling off. I can now fit into a 6. :) However, I tried on a pair of 8s, that were comfier and allowed me to run after MiniSarge and play with him, so I bought a few of those. And, I must say, I am in love with the denim from American Eagle. It's just preppy enough for me, without being too much. And the price isn't so bad either. Hehe. I'm sure the $100+ jeans I was drooling over are awesome, but $30-45 a pair is much nicer on our wallet. :)
Um, let's see, while I have a few minutes before the monster awakes from his nap, I'll update a bit more on how things have been here in our house.
We've begun counting down weeks until this deployment ends, which is exciting, but I'm having trouble getting too excited just yet. I'm more in the mandatory impatient/grumpy mode right now. When I can count days, I'll be happy.
We've dropped to one nap, which has made things easier and harder at the same time.
We're cutting the 3rd and 4th molar currently, which makes the days so fun.
MiniSarge can now run, spin, throw things over-hand, and jump. I'm assuming climbing is next.
I have not been able to keep up with my reading goals. Which, kinda of bums me out. I did pick up a book I'd started a few weeks ago today, and read a few pages while MiniSarge destroyed my living room.
I have been able to keep up with my Netflix movies. And, I haven't really been reading the paper (I read something the other day about a guy drag racing with his gf/wife and 3 year old daughter in the car and crashed, and I threw the paper down. Between that and the articles on fallen soldiers, I give up.), nor magazines.
But, we have been making progress on being more social, and I've kept up the working out, so I feel pretty good. I would feel a lot better if Sarge's internet company weren't a flock of douche bags and we could talk... but, soon that won't be an issue anyway, right? Trying to spin the positive on that. :)
Not so bad here at our house. I am begging for the fall weather to come (yes, partially so I can strut around in my new jeans :D), but it'll be here soon enough. Next month will be awesome!
I will try to update more frequently. Until next time!
<3
As a celebration, I have bought some new jeans. I had jeans from last year, that were a size 10 or 12, that were falling off. I can now fit into a 6. :) However, I tried on a pair of 8s, that were comfier and allowed me to run after MiniSarge and play with him, so I bought a few of those. And, I must say, I am in love with the denim from American Eagle. It's just preppy enough for me, without being too much. And the price isn't so bad either. Hehe. I'm sure the $100+ jeans I was drooling over are awesome, but $30-45 a pair is much nicer on our wallet. :)
Um, let's see, while I have a few minutes before the monster awakes from his nap, I'll update a bit more on how things have been here in our house.
We've begun counting down weeks until this deployment ends, which is exciting, but I'm having trouble getting too excited just yet. I'm more in the mandatory impatient/grumpy mode right now. When I can count days, I'll be happy.
We've dropped to one nap, which has made things easier and harder at the same time.
We're cutting the 3rd and 4th molar currently, which makes the days so fun.
MiniSarge can now run, spin, throw things over-hand, and jump. I'm assuming climbing is next.
I have not been able to keep up with my reading goals. Which, kinda of bums me out. I did pick up a book I'd started a few weeks ago today, and read a few pages while MiniSarge destroyed my living room.
I have been able to keep up with my Netflix movies. And, I haven't really been reading the paper (I read something the other day about a guy drag racing with his gf/wife and 3 year old daughter in the car and crashed, and I threw the paper down. Between that and the articles on fallen soldiers, I give up.), nor magazines.
But, we have been making progress on being more social, and I've kept up the working out, so I feel pretty good. I would feel a lot better if Sarge's internet company weren't a flock of douche bags and we could talk... but, soon that won't be an issue anyway, right? Trying to spin the positive on that. :)
Not so bad here at our house. I am begging for the fall weather to come (yes, partially so I can strut around in my new jeans :D), but it'll be here soon enough. Next month will be awesome!
I will try to update more frequently. Until next time!
<3
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Weight Loss, Round Two!
I realized today that when my husband is home, I feel thin. But when he's gone, and the days pass without real contact with other adults, I start to lose the battle of my perception of how much I weigh. It's not that he's overweight, but he is bigger than me. He is wider than me. He is taller than me. And when he hugs me, I feel tiny. When he's not here... I feel like a whale, lol.
So, I've started the Shred again (Jillian Michaels 30 Day Shred, for those who don't know what I'm talking about--faithful readers, you might remember that I attempted this in January or February of this year). I've actually stuck with it a lot longer than my previous attempts. I think I only made it 12 days on level 1 the last time before I hurt myself, did it one more time, and gave up. I have a new plan of action this time, and it's going well. :) I do three days on, one day off. And so far, have made it to 15 days of working out, with no injuries! And, the kicker, have made it to the second level. lol It's like a video game in that sense. Muuuust, make it... to... the next.... level!!! (<-The inner gamer inside, pushing me forward).
I did have to downgrade my weights from a set of 5lb to a set of 3lb weights. No shame though! I can finally keep up, and my arms are still tired. ;)
I've seen some progress. Nothing crazy, but I feel significantly less flabby, even though I've gained a few pounds (It's muscle! It HAS to be!). My new shorts that I bought a month ago fit better--not so snug these days! I definitely have more energy, and my moods have improved. Mini Sarge and I play more.
Now... if only the heat will die off, and we can begin taking walks again. Possibly jogs.... maybe. Ha.
Speaking of... someone is awake from his nap. Fingers crossed that I continue to do well with this, and reach my goal of being total sexy-sauce when Sarge gets back in a few months. ;)
xoxo
So, I've started the Shred again (Jillian Michaels 30 Day Shred, for those who don't know what I'm talking about--faithful readers, you might remember that I attempted this in January or February of this year). I've actually stuck with it a lot longer than my previous attempts. I think I only made it 12 days on level 1 the last time before I hurt myself, did it one more time, and gave up. I have a new plan of action this time, and it's going well. :) I do three days on, one day off. And so far, have made it to 15 days of working out, with no injuries! And, the kicker, have made it to the second level. lol It's like a video game in that sense. Muuuust, make it... to... the next.... level!!! (<-The inner gamer inside, pushing me forward).
I did have to downgrade my weights from a set of 5lb to a set of 3lb weights. No shame though! I can finally keep up, and my arms are still tired. ;)
I've seen some progress. Nothing crazy, but I feel significantly less flabby, even though I've gained a few pounds (It's muscle! It HAS to be!). My new shorts that I bought a month ago fit better--not so snug these days! I definitely have more energy, and my moods have improved. Mini Sarge and I play more.
Now... if only the heat will die off, and we can begin taking walks again. Possibly jogs.... maybe. Ha.
Speaking of... someone is awake from his nap. Fingers crossed that I continue to do well with this, and reach my goal of being total sexy-sauce when Sarge gets back in a few months. ;)
xoxo
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