Do you love how I went all hulk rage on the internet creepers and then disappeared into the woods for like two weeks like a crazy mountain man? HAI. I’m back! I’ve shaken off the emo bugs and brought myself back to rainbow unicorn makeup vegan crafty land.
Before I go any further, I just want to thank each and every one of you who supported my angries in that last post. I get weird and quite psycho when I feel my privacy being threatened, but I didn’t feel one ounce of judgment from you guys. Is there anything better than a bunch of awesome ladies coming together in support of a mama bear’s rage? I think not. You’re my favorites.
Now onto the hippie stuff. The Cliffs Notes version of my health/weight loss journey (OMG STOP ME NOW I BELONG ON A VEGAN TREE HUGGER MESSAGE BOARD SOMEWHERE) is that I’ve been vegan for almost a year. That, along with regular exercise, has helped me lose nearly 50 pounds. I hit somewhat of a plateau at the end of 2011 and have hovered around the same weight since then, but am trying to get used to not focusing on that number. I want to focus on feeling comfortable in my body and happy in general, not necessarily on being 127lbs again.
I don’t have a ton of before/after photos because I basically will murder anyone who takes full body shots of me. They ALWAYS end up on Facebook and they’re ALWAYS THE MOST UNFLATTERING PHOTOS OF MY LIFE. But here are a few anyway. Yipe. (I’m 5’5″, by the way. Don’t let the heels fool you!)
Still breastfeeding during this time, OBVIOUSLY. Boyoyoyoing!
I dropped some weight while nursing and then it just stopped around 170. Then I started eating vegan and sh** got real…
I injured my knee and couldn’t exercise for a while, so I stayed the same for several months. I recently started working out again (Zumba, Kettlebell and 30 Day Shred) and am starting to see some positive changes.
I have cheated MANY times and had some ups and downs, but still try to stay on course and plan on eating this way for the rest of my life. I love it, I really do. I’ve gone through several periods of raw-only eating, which was awesome, but is SO difficult to do for longer than a week or so. Plus, raw is just a ton of freaking work and no one else in my family eats that way. Laziness: 1, Morgan: 0
In an effort to bump up the health/crazy factor, I’ve been juicing at least once a day for the past month or so. There are so many benefits to doing this, my favorite being the ENERGY. I am a caffeine addict, no doubt about it, but when I replace my morning coffee with juice, I actually feel more energized, positive and ready to tackle anything crazy internet creepers throw my way! Karate kick! No, but really, I’ve enjoyed the heck out of this lifestyle. Which is whyyyy…
I’m doing a 10 day juice fast.
After watching food documentary after food documentary, most of them being informative but blah, I was told about Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead.
Super cheesy photo aside, I highly recommend it to anyone, not just the veg-heads. The story is incredibly inspiring and got me pumped about juicing and all the health benefits. You’ll love it. Plus, there are some insane before and afters. I’m such a sucker for those, obviously, haha.
The main reason I’m telling the internet about this is so I stick with it. I’m not perfect and flake out on a lot of the ideas I have, so now I’m being held accountable by all my girls. So today is Day 1 and I’ve had one juice so far (4 carrots, 2 green apples and a small sweet potato) and am about to go make some scary green thing I’m dreading. I CAN’T HANDLE THE KALE.
Here’s to better health, smaller waistlines and not barfing up my green juice!
HEY, internet people who hijack photos of my children and pretend they are your own: QUIT IT. I mean, honestly. The fact that I’m even writing this right now boggles my mind, but apparently some people need it spelled out for them.
For example, decent human beings do not take a post I wrote about my daughter’s terrifying visit to the hospital and turn it into an entire blog devoted to a sick child named Madeline who is dying from a heart defect AND USE ACTUAL PHOTOS OF MY KID. How freaking demented is that?! I can’t. I just can’t.
Also, to the girls who are using my pregnant belly photos as their own… by chopping off my head, you are not fooling me. I recognize my own badonk and so do my friends on Facebook who email me links to your fake profile and blog.
Now to the rest of you: Hi! I love you. Thank you for not being creepy weirdos. I appreciate that very much and you get props for being normal.
I hope none of this sounds self-important. I wouldn’t care so much if it were just photos of me being used, but do NOT mess with my kids. That crosses the line and I have every right to be angry. I won’t be giving credit to any of these women because they don’t deserve it. I will however be installing a panic room in my closet because HELLO. People are scary.
Justin thinks I’m corny and have an extremely immature sense of humor. While this may be true in some cases (see: my love for Spongebob), there are some things that are so hilarious and I can’t understand why everyone in the universe wouldn’t pee a little in agreement.
There’s this AT&T commercial with the flash mob guy who busts out dancing too early and it freaking KILLS ME every time. I’ve seen the thing at least 50 times and it still has the same effect. I’ll be cracking up when he does the bent over backwards-swimming arms-shuffle thing and look over to Justin on the couch, expecting him to be laughing alongside me. Yeah… he’s never laughing. He just looks at me with a disapproving stare and slowly shakes his head. Watch it.
Heeheeheee.
Back to Spongebob. There was a time when I absolutely loathed the show and wanted to beat myself over the head with something large and heavy anytime it was on tv. SO MUCH GOING ON. SO MUCH NOISE. And then there’s that thing about how it’s bad for the brain and causes learning problems of some sort. The show is just bad. The thing is, I don’t let Maddie watch it, but I will on occasion. WHAT IS IMMATURE ABOUT THAT, JUSTIN?! There’s this episode where Spongebob is so scared that his eyeballs start screaming. It sounds ridiculous and disgusting, and it IS… BUT I STILL DIE.
Now, movies that remind me of my childhood will always hold a special place in my heart. My brother and I watched Home Alone and Home Alone 2: Lost in New York all year round. Nothing beyond the first two movies though because they just started getting stupid. The originals, though? Comedy gold! Kevin beating up on The Wet Bandits still gets me every time. Apparently, my brother and I reference Home Alone often in everyday conversations because Justin is always saying how obsessed my family is with the franchise. Maybe we are… and MAYBE WE ARE.
Harry getting his head torched right before he jumps into the snow headfirst. heeeeeee
Marv trying to break in the house through the doggy door. He just saw Kevin sitting there with a bb gun. lawls
*ding!*
Don’t even get me started on Dennis the Menace, guys.
Chiclets to replace the two front teeth in Mr. Wilson’s dentures
“G.D. garden lanterns!”
“Tastes like paint… and wood.”
The little cross-eyed kid, Gunther
I’ve always felt a sort of kinship with Gunther, being that I had crossed eyes as a kid. Okay, and I still do occasionally, but only when I’m sleepy. :)
Anyway, that’s the reason I don’t feel guilty for laughing when he makes this face:
I giggled a little too much while writing this post.
Having a fun night out with the girls (Shea & Jimaie) for my birthday.
Making a couple more wreaths. BIG SURPRISE, I’m still addicted to them.
L: A gift for my mother in law. R: Yet ANOTHER one for our house.
Ordering tons of pretty wallpaper samples (for FREE). I’m thinking some sort of wall mural for the office…
Receiving this stack of gorgeous felt from Benzie Bazaar on Etsy. I can’t WAIT to do something fun with it!
Scoring a stack of awesome old books for a quarter each at an estate sale. Now THAT’S what mama’s talkin about.
Obsessing over Downton Abbey, aka THE BEST SHOW OF MY LIFE. A big thanks to Ashley for the recommendation!
And finally, wasting entirely too much time playing Draw Something on the iPad. Obviously, it’s distracting because I don’t actually know if I worked out that day or just got changed and then sat down to play. Be addicted with me! Username: ohmorgosh
A 20-something year old mother to the strongest-willed little girl in the universe. Wife to the handsomest geek. Reader of teenage romance novels. Lover of all things Anthropologie. Just gave birth to baby #2 and happy to tell you all about my nutso new life as a stay at home mom.
