Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Tiara Tuesday: The Big Ol' Treadmill in the Bedroom.

In my efforts to plan for a half-marathon next February, we recently ordered a treadmill so I could work out here at the house (and save on the monthly gym fee).  Let me just say this:  the thing is huge.  It takes up a big section of my bedroom and it's hard to figure out our best furniture configuration.

However, I love being able to work out on my own schedule and not having to figure out how to work out after a long day at work, getting someone to pick up the kids (or they unhappily sat in the lobby of the gym while I worked out), getting dinner on the table, and just making it all happen.  My few hours at home in the evenings while everyone is awake is precious, precious time, and it's a scheduling challenge to make it all work.  I became unwilling to sacrifice that time with my family and spent a lot of time in angst over the whole thing.  But, I'm a firm believer in health and wellness after devoting two solid years to the workout lifestyle, so I had to figure out a way to make it work for my family.  

A decent machine is pretty expensive (we purchased ours during a store promotion and got it for 50% off, and I also purchased a few free weights and mat for strength training on my "off" days).  But, when we calculated the costs for gym and the trainer I was working with each week, we realized that it was going to be much cheaper in the long run.  We were paying about $65 a month for our gym membership and then an additional $250 or so every 8 sessions for the ability to work out with a trainer.  Purchasing at-home equipment is going to save our family about $1000 this year.  I recognize that not everyone can spend that sort of money, but we used part of our tax return to make these purchases.

I certainly don't always want to run.  There are many nights I want to drown my sorrows in peanut butter eggs (Easter is about the only time I eat peanut butter), but I want to be strong, too.  I want my girls to know what hard work and determination looks like--even if they inherit their father's metabolism.  So, I put on my shoes and run.  I fight the sluggish feelings and I make myself put in the time.  I'm not fast, I'm not sleek, and I'm not pretty when I'm done--but I feel like I've done something when I step off that treadmill at the end of the workout.

And that's what makes it all worth it.  

Monday, April 4, 2016

Make it for dinner: Easy Skillet Cordon Bleu

Let's be honest: Planning dinners as a working mom of 3 girls (2 of which are incredibly picky and only eat things in the brown and yellow families) and a busy, hectic schedule of church, activities, and trying to exercise makes kitchen life pretty crazy.  I get so tired of the same old, same old dinners every week and I don't have time for anything complicated because I don't have the mental energy to deal with fancy after a long day of dealing with children who are not biologically mine.

Not biologically mine, but nothing says "fancy" like your husband in a child's hot dog suit in the middle of the Christmas aisle at Target. 
However, this past week I stumbled across this gem of a recipe for Easy Skillet Cordon Bleu and thought I would share it with all of you.  My entire family DEVOURED it and I made enough for leftovers (which, surprisingly, were even better!)  You probably have most of these items already on your grocery list (I substituted the Canadian bacon for prosciutto that we had for another recipe, and I baked it in a glass dish for the few remaining minutes rather than broiling because something about the intense heat of the broiler is scary to me).  It is super, super fast and easy and so tasty!  You could make it for 1 or 10 (it's your kitchen, feed however many is necessary).  I simply served it with a side of strawberries and you would have thought I was the cook of the month.

Happy bellies, happy sleepers.  

Happy Monday!  xoxxo

Saturday, April 2, 2016

Dog Days.

Some days you wake up and find out the dog has pooped in the toddler's room.

And then, he pukes on the rug in the living room.

This is after he has gotten you up for the past 5 nights in a row at 2am to answer the call of nature.

Those days are awesome.

Especially when you're at the end of your vacation and reality beckons and all of your plans to get ahead and be awesome have not happened and you are sleep deprived and emotionally unstable and still have a bazillion and one things to do and all of this leaves you feeling like you're less than everything you need to be.

I'm reminding myself more and more that "awesome" is on a relative scale.  


Sometimes "awesome" just means "I survived and no one else died."

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