Operation Get Fit

It has been 14 months since Brayden was born and I am still holding on to these last 8 pounds that NEED to go away. Not only do I work in the land of the beautiful but I have a 5K terror race in exactly 4 months. I, along with the Hubs and our friends, have decided to run this 3.2 mile race known as the Warrior Dash. I am excited but terrified. I mean, who does this sort of thing? Me I guess because we are about to sign up in the next few weeks. Also, I only agreed to do this because of the free beer and Warrior helmet at the end. Ok, I am also doing it because it looks fun and I always said I would do something like this after I had Brayden. One of those silly little goal things.

Now to get to excersizin'! Saturday morning I decided I was ready to get back to running and I began with a jog around our block with Brayden in his sweet little jogging stroller. By the way, has anyone out there ran with a jogging stroller lately? It's NOT easy contrary to what the ads and extremely fit people may tell you but it is a great work out. After approximately 15 minutes my legs were burning, I was itchy and I'm absolutely sure this was my punishment for taking the last 2 months off from excercising. We made it 30 minutes and I was happy with that. This is just the beginning after all.
I kept with the pace by dragging the whole family out yesterday morning to get some excercise . I made a good protein rich breakfast and we set out to run/walk Pflugerville Lake. Pflugerville Lake has a 3 mile track around it and is usually pretty quiet so you can feel free to run your tiny little heart out and not feel like you're being laughed at. We set the pace to a nice brisk walk and then eventually ran here and there. Go M family!! We are on our way to fitness....until.......THE FREAKIN' STROLLER BROKE!! Did you hear that?? The stroller broke in the 200 degree heat with a crying baby who ran out of Mum Mums and a Mom and Dad who might die of heat stroke. So after we decided that we could not set up camp and we forgot our road flares in the truck, we decided we had to make it to the end. So Jason had to balance the stroller on it's back wheels while I ran with the dog. Can you imagine my poor husband running with a giant stroller balanced on it's back wheels.? We were a sight to see that's for sure. Poor Brayden, he definitely hit the family jackpot.

Well, we made it and I am alive to send this out into the Internet universe. I am really hoping to get some recipes posted soon and have really slacked because my camera broke and it's just not any fun without pictures, right?

Recipes to come:

Pear and Pineapple Crumble
Pasta with Chicken, Artichokes, and Mushrooms
Eezy Peezy Pesto Chicken
My Take on Pioneer Woman's Pasta with Pancetta and Leeks
and last but not least...My Famous Amous Breakfast Tacos.

~Cecilia :0)

Best part of my day....

Every weekday morning I wake up and do the same things...punch the snooze button at least 4-6 times, stumble to the shower, turn on GMA, sip hot coffee and put on my makeup, all while waiting for Brayden to signal me to get him out of bed. This is the best part of my day.

When he does wake up and yell for me to get him out of bed, I usually peek my head in his room and say "GOOD MORNING BOOGER BEAR!". Yes, I am that Mom and I could careless what anyone thinks of me. I love this part because he usually squeals and then calls for his favorite dog, "Aleh". Ali is our 3 year old boxer who could care less about him unless he has something edible in his hand, preferably eggs or bacon. Then and only then, are they best friends. There is no shouting out, "Mama", or, " Dadda".. or anything of the sort, all he wants is his "Aleh". What ev man!!!! I gave birth to him and not an easy, he flew out type of birth. I mean, 36 LONG, arduous hours then a C-section type of birth. I deserve a Momma, right? Oh well, he is cute so I'll forgive him.

This is my favorite part of the day because I get to spend quality morning time with him while he is at his happiest and most cuddly. I love when his hair is messy and with sleepy eyes he watches The Mickey Mouse Clubhouse while sipping his milk. He makes me happy and yearn to hold him all day long and never let him go. The pain of a mother.

This also makes my day....

Boys and their balls! Do they ever get tired of them? This was taken at a friend of mine son's birthday party at The Little Gym. He was such a big boy and could care less about me. Every now and then, he would scan the room, locate me and then he was off. Of course, he was particularly fond of the balls but what boy isn't. It is his favorite word after all. Jason also told me that no, they never do get tired of them. Nice.....

This too.....

This is probably the best part of daycare for a Mom. Besides, the social interaction and curriculum/learning thing...blah..blah..blah. It's the tiny artwork! It's the best and I have to say I have started a little gallery at my work to show off all my little Picasso's masterpieces. I mean, who wouldn't want to look at that??? 

Lots of  love,

Cecilia