Archive | August, 2012

Shredding. Shred. Shred.

16 Aug

So Danielle has been doing P90X and she looks amazing. Not a little amazing. A whole lot of fantastic. And I am a big fan of P90x. That said, it is in a box. Waiting to be unloaded. And, I currently don’t have a DVD player as I am living with my husband and two children in the house that I grew up in with my parents and about to move in with my brother and sister-in-law.

Then I remembered Amazon Instant Video and decided to download Jillian Michael’s 30 Day Shred. And do it. On my parents two million degree garage. Who needs a swanky hot yoga studio when you can wham-bam-knock-it-out in twenty minutes? Not this gal. I am on day two.

She is driving me crazy. Already. Day two.

But that is ok. I am committing to thirty days of shred with running three days a week (because I agreed to running the New Orleans half in February Yippee!

Now I in no way shape of form think that the shred is like P90x. But I do like that it gets back to basics and forces me to do some strength, cardio and abs (which I can’t stand and need the most work there. My goal is to lose ten pounds in the thirty days. We will then be two weeks from moving into our new house (PTL) and I will probably just amp up my running for those two weeks.

Anyone know where you can get a digital version of P90x or Insanity? Would love to mix up my at home routine!

My kind of to-do list.

4 Aug

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This pretty much sums up the best Sunday ever.  Or to do list ever for that matter.  I forsee some pool going, tv watching, baby kissing, pink nails, fun.  Hope you have as much jam packed into your weekend finale.

Hello New York.

3 Aug

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So very nice to be having lunch with you. We must do this more often.

For the love of….sweat.

1 Aug

It is hot. Not kind of hot. Not in your head hot. Just plain and simple hot. Poor Luke is not used to this weather and is now the not-always-so-thrilled object of four to seven baths a day. EEK.

I have been running with my friend Tricia and I swear I had forgotten how much sweat you could pour out of my body before 8am. It is criminal.

But all in all, we are loving our being back in the Lone Star State. Ralph is already looking for a new pair of Texas boots and I am catching up with near and dear friends. It feels so good to be home.

And free of toxins. Thanks to the sweltering heat.