Emotions & Zombies

It's crazy how one missed workout turns into two, then five, and then a whole month goes by and you realize you haven't made it to the gym at all like you had planned. Last year I pretty much lived at the gym (or so it felt) and then for whatever reason I just stopped. Fast forward to our first pregnancy loss in January and I became an emotional mess and fell back into old ways. Eating whatever I want and not working out doesn't do so well for me. Between that first loss and the second one I gained 17 pounds. Holy. Shit. I had worked so hard to get those pounds off so how could I just let them come back so easily? At that point I had made up my mind that I was going to be more mindful of what I ate and start going back to the gym regularly. I was all set to do so and then we got a positive pregnancy test. A little over a week later we went through our second loss this year, now here we are almost a month since our loss and I've gained 3 more pounds. It's safe to say that I'm an emotional eater. I always have been. But here, today, I'm putting a stop to it.

Which brings me to my next topic: Zombies.

 The other day I came across the Running Dead 5k race. It sounds crazy fun, I mean who doesn't want to be chased by Zombies?  The husband is just as excited about it as I am. He has even mentioned dressing up like the guy from Shaun of the Dead. We will literally be running like our lives depend on it and I will be damned if those Zombies are going to catch me.


Unfortunately that means I only have a month to get back into the best shape I possibly can. My plan is to go to the gym at least 4 times a week, possibly more if I can fit it in, not to mention my fun walks with a sweet friend (Hi Priscilla!). I also plan to cut out all of the crap from my diet, at least as much as possible.

The bottom line is I'm about to make what's left of this year my bitch. No more emotional eating. No more feeling sorry for myself because of what we've been through this year. It's time for me to get back on track and that's exactly what I'm going to do. Just wait and see.

Laters.

Today would have been the day....

Today would have been our due date. Today we would have been welcoming a new little life into our crazy family and going from a family of 4 to 5. Today would have been a fantastic day. Unfortunately for us today is not that day. We are not welcoming a new little one, our family is not expanding by two little feet, and today is not a fantastic day. Shortly after finding out we were expecting we went through our first pregnancy loss. Although early, we still loved that little one from the minute we got that positive test. We started planning and imagining  what our family would be like with a new little baby and how we would adjust. It had been 5 years since Harper was born and this was going to be like starting all over. I didn't feel the need to worry about pregnancy loss, why would I when our first two pregnancies were relatively easy, and then everything changed.

I've wondered for sometime how I would feel when our due date rolled around, would I feel normal (how could I?), would I cry and mope around all day (probably), would I be angry at the world (yes).


I've managed to only cry once, probably because it's been a busy day, Wellness Wednesday at the school for both little ones and a gifted and talented meeting for Kaylee, but our loss has constantly been on my mind today.

I'm not going to make this some long post about my feelings and all that crap, I just felt the need to put down that today sucks.

Laters.

Hey Y'all!

Guess who's bloggin again? This girl right here. Over the last 5 or 6 years I've blogged here and there but once I started going back to school I stopped completely. Lots of things have happened since I last blogged and I'm in need of an outlet persay and it's so much easier for our family and friends who are all over the world to keep up with us. So there you have it. If you want to know what's going on in our lives then come here to find out. Or give me a call.......not really, I don't like talking on the phone too much, but I'm always open to texting. I'm a texting fool.

More than likely if your here it's because you know us, but in case you managed to stumble across this blog somehow here's a little introduction:

This is me (Sasha) and my hot husband (Chris, Red Headed Fox or RHF). We've been married for about 9 1/2 years and couldn't be happier. He's in the good 'ol Army and I'm a stay at home mom.

Somewhere in between three year long (sometimes a little longer) deployments, numerous training exercises, schools, and moving all over the united states we managed to make these adorable little people (Kaylee & Harper). They. Are. Awesome.

We've also went through 2 pregnancy losses this year which has been extremely tough, but I'm sure I'll get more into that later.

I also feel the need to say that I blog the way I talk, which can be at times a little on the "not very lady like" and "cuss like a sailor" side. Sorry. It's the way I am, you can take it or leave it.

So before I publish this blog and go fold laundry I would just like to tell you thank you for stopping by and feel free to leave me a comment and let me know you were here.

Laters.