TITTY TUESDAY!!

(disclaimer: for the friends of mine that are not hip to Titty Tuesday, be not alarmed....there are no pics of boobs on this site, so just read on)

To Implant or Not to Implant.....that is the question.

I have pondered throughout the years what it would be like to actually have boobs that were mine. Not ones that had been strapped to my chest by way of the padded, push-up, secret weapon, patent pending, gel, water, seamless, Wonder....you get what I'm saying??? Au Natural is what I would like to experience just once. I'd love to put on one of those cutsie little summer tops with the "shelf bra" built in that I could actually have something to put into. A shelf bra only works if you have something to put on the shelf!! Those shelves also need more support. Maybe some molly bolts or wing bolts, something to keep it from sliding down to my navel. I won't even talk about the cutsie, strapless tops that don't even bother with the weak shelf. That being said, hubs said the other day that he was on board with me getting implants and would give me the money to do this after my last competition of the year. That way I would have some time to heal before I had to start lifting again. Initially, I was ecstatic!! Wooohooooo! Boobs at last!! After a while when it had finally sunk in that it would become a reality after years of complaining I got a little freaked out. What if I was one of the % of people that something went horribly wrong??? What if they didn't look like I expected and I'm unhappy with them?? What if hubs never looks me in the eye AGAIN? Is it worth endangering your life to go under the knife for something that's not life threatening in the least?? Am I really that unhappy with the way I look? Okay, that last statement was stupid. Of course I am or I wouldn't have been complaining about it in the first place. And what about my age? Is it stupid not to have done this when I' was younger instead of waiting until I'm ThirtyTen? These are the questions that are running through my mind. The shallow side of me screams GO FOR IT! But the cautious, more reasonable side says, " Is it worth risking not being able to watch your kids grow up?" A little dramatic, I know, but something going wrong is a definate possibility that I have to consider. It happens every day. Someone goes in to have a wart removed and BAM, they're dead. Some staph infection that's sneaking around the hospital and is resistant to drugs. Then there's the issue with the man of the house. He already has issues keeping his hands to himself now that I'm in shape. What if he thinks these are HIS new toys?? What if I never get a moments sleep ever again? He loves me just the way I am, but I think he's secretly more excited at the prospect than I am.

SO there you have it. The question being proposed here is : To Implant or Not....Voice your opinions!!

The Torturess and the Hare

My first Ice Therapy (AKA Torture therapy) treatment on my ankle was such a help that I had another one today. I actually went in voluntarily to have the Torturess (my massage therapist at Lifetime) dig ice cubes into my ankle which was...in a word....TORTURE! I know that this therapy will speed the healing process thus enabling me to attend July's competition..but DAMN WOMAN...take it easy!!! I think, no I KNOW, I left with more bruising than I went in there with. I was also chastised for not soaking alternately between hot and cold before I went to bed. This is suppose to pull out the toxins and help the tendons and ligaments heal better. It's hard to keep a hyper person down, and believe me I'm trying my best. The advil that I'm taking to keep down the swelling just makes me think I don't have as much pain as I do. Then I over do it. Imagine That. So I promised I would do it tonite. I hook back up with The Punisher on Tuesday for our first powerlifting workout. I need both of my feet to do this, so I guess I better get on the stick and do what I'm told. I'm getting around without crutches and with minimal pain now which is good. I just need to get my flexibility back as it's still really stiff and not yet ready for running , etc.

The other torture I am currently enduring are Thing 1 and Thing 2's food requests. On the way to the pool today we passed IHOP. Thing 2 asked, "mommy can we go to IHOP tomorrow morning?" I explained that we really needed to wait until after my competition so that I could eat there, too. So Thing 1, trying to be helpful, suggested we go to MiMi's cafe instead for French Toast. Yeah...I don't think so. Later at the pool Thing 1 asked if he could go to the grill and get an ice cream sandwich. I'm not a huge ice cream person so I didn't expect to be bothered watching him eat it. He returns with an OREO COOKIE ice cream sandwich!! AGGGGHHHHH! Those of you that know me know that Oreos are my favorite cheat food of all time. I can eat an entire row out of the package at a time. I already plan on packing a bag of them to take to Vegas to eat when I'm done. Then Thing 2 shows up with an orange smoothie and insists I give it a try. I wish they could understand how hard it is for me to say "no". That mommy's willpower is truly being tested right now. But I know they're too young to get that. NOW hubs has just walked in and declared we're going to El Fenix tonite to eat dinner. I plead, please can we stay home?? It's too hard for me to eat out right now. He said to just eat before we leave so that it's not such a temptation. Yeah, thanks. Watching you guys eat icebox lemon pie and sopapillas is treat enough for me I guess. I just have to keep my eye on Monica's picture in my profile so that I can stay focused. You don't get a body like that indulging and eating sweets. I CAN DO IT....oh...please pray for me.

Sunday Six


This is my first Sunday Six, which I discovered is not quite as interesting with 7 year olds as it is with Dallas K's four year old. I'm guessing as time flies by though I'll get some ringers out of them for sure. So here goes...

1. Why do we celebrate Memorial Day?---
Thing 1 - Blank stare
Thing 2 - It's a celebration day!
2. How do we celebrate Memorial Day?---
Thing 1 - They pray for Jesus for the people that died
Thing 2 - And for the soldiers (obviously I gave them a hint after question 1)
3. What is a memory?--- "
Thing 1 - It is what you done and then you forgot it for a long time and then you renimber it?
Thing 2 - Somthing you remember
4. What is your best memory?---
Thing 1 - About you being beautiful
Thing 2 - About pilgrims (can you say reincarnation???)
5. What do we cook when we BBQ?---
Thing 1 - We cook steak
Thing 2 - We do chicken and turkey
6. Where is your favorite place to BBQ?---
Thing 1 - Here!
Thing 2 - Mexico, Florida (think he's ready for another vacation?)

So there you have it, pretty straightforward except for the random pilgrim comment. So I won't bore you with Sunday Six again unless I get some totally off the wall answers.

The "Thing" Is


I feel I must clarify the description of my twins as Thing 1 and Thing 2. There has been some confusion, so for all you bloggers and lurkers that don't have kids, who do not have little kids, or are just plain Dr. Seuss haters...Thing 1 and Thing 2 are the speed freak demons that assist the Cat in the Hat in demolishing the house. They move at a completely unnatural speed and speak so shrill and fast...well.....they're exactly like my twins. That is how they got stuck with Thing 1 and Thing 2. For those of you that know them, Thing 2 is the one with glasses and was the second born. Thing 1 is the crazy one that was born first. So there you have it...If only the Cat in the Hat could show up with that super cool car and put my house back together, all would be well.

You Were Right...I Was Wrong...Ugh


So I must recant something I wrote in my post last night. Apparentely Hubs was not disappointed I had healed better, he was just tired and was upset to see me up and walking around without the crutches since he didn't feel I should have tossed them aside yet. He said as we were going to bed that he was glad my ankle was better. Okay, so sshhhhh, he was right. Today I was ever so sore as I stepped out of bed. I suppose the Advil made me think I was less sore than I was yesterday and I walked around more than I should have. I WILL NOT ADMIT THIS to Hubs, however, so bite your tongues! I have had my foot up most of the day and it's feeling better now. Must manage to walk without a limp by the time he gets home or I'll NEVER hear the end of it. I also took the day off from the gym since The Punisher was out of town and it was leg day. Didn't think I would get much accomplished in that workout. I'll work harder tomorrow to make up for it. Good news, though, my weight was down 1/2 pound. Big whoop considering I'm half starving to death. I won't even discuss all the issues that come along with a primarily protein diet either, but I'm sure you get my point.

Things 1 and 2 had adventure camp all day at the gym today. I'm not sure who looked more whipped when I picked them up. Them or the teachers. The teacher said ever so politely, "WOW, they're really excited" to which I responded, "Uh, no, not really, they're pretty much like this all the time." She just looked at me with this look of wonderment and said as unsarcastically as she could muster, "I bet they're alot of fun though". Well, actually they are lady!! Certainly dull moments around here are at a premium. Not much peace either since both Things have an issue with the volume of their voices. They know only one way to talk and that is LOUD! You never miss what they're saying though, that's for sure.

Hope everyone has an awesome Friday and gets a good start to a much needed long weekend. If you're throwing back a few, have some for me. Can't have those kinds of calories right now. I'll stop whining now...

The Race is ON!!!


Ya hear me out there people?! Nothings stopping me now..NOTHING. The Punisher measured my body fat percentage today and lets just say I'm a little behind schedule. Nothing that a few fat burners, insane cardio, militant diet, and lots of sprints won't cure. As of tomorrow I am only 5 weeks away from my competition. I was beginning to think the sprained ankle may take me out of the running but today I threw down the crutches. I can even almost walk without a limp. Wooohooo, freedom! I immediately became a missing person though when I opened my laundry shoot door to start the laundry since it had been piling up all week. Hellooooo, can anyone out there hear me?? Oh, please, the smell.

So Thing 1 and Thing 2 had their last day of school and are out for the summer. Already they expected to stay up really late. Hellooo, you are SEVEN. I can't take the wrath of a tired seven year old, so off to bed with the both of you. I'm sorry, maybe you didn't hear me. Oh...I see....you forgot I'm off the crutches now... RUN!! Run for your little lives! Guess they can tell I'm still slow.

Hubs seemed disappointed I had healed so well while he was off at work today. Guess he was hoping not to have to spend the money to be in Vegas for four days. Guess he thought he was going to be able to cancel the trip and save his money...little miser that he is. Guess again pal, start packing.

So off to bed I am since no one around here can stand the wrath of a tired ThirtyTen year old. I can sleep well tonite knowing I didn't make it on Dallas K's or Football Widow's Fug Thursday blog. Nice to know I have Fugging Immunity. Phew...G'nite

Rise and Walk


So yesterday, I went to see my massage therapist at the gym and she did an ice therapy, AKA, Torture Therapy on my ankle. Thing 1 decided to say prayers for mommy twice yesterday because he could tell how sad I was. Lo and behold when I get up this morning.....what to my wondering eyes did appear?? Part of an ankle bone. That's right folks an ankle bone. I haven't seen that since Sunday! So I hobbled to wake up the Things for school and realized it didn't hurt even half as bad as yesterday. STAND UP AND BE HEALED! Yippeeee, maybe I'll heal fast enough to still compete afterall. I was beginning to have doubts yesterday but now I'm more hopeful.

Thing 1 and Thing 2 have their last day of school today. Then I'll have WAY more help than I need for the next two months. Thing 1 proclaimed since his prayer worked he didn't want to see those "crunches" against the wall when he got home since he thinks I no longer need them. Poor baby just can't manage to pronounce it right but I think it's really cute. They have also developed a hearing problem since they think I won't come after them. Don't they know I have a crutch now??? I'm much more dangerous than I was before. Guess they know I won't use it. ....or wiiilllll I?

Off to the gym I go today to work out with The Punisher today. He's great working around my foot. He even carries my stuff for me....isn't he sweet? Yeah, you go ahead and think that while he's punishing me with 45lb dumbells on shoulders today. He's leaving town today, so I'm on my own until Monday since my workout partner has a competition coming up and is training a bit differently. Hopefully, I'll be back on track when he gets back.

Are You Serious?????

So I've been working since last November towards this competiton

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A little ambitious for my first but it looked like a ton of fun. I love physical challenges and was totally excited to find something that involved more than just posing. This weekend I worked with my BIL who coaches high school track (one of many sports he coaches). He was amazing and taught me so much. I was feeling totally confident when BLAM!! I sprained my ankle doing box jumps. Holy Crap!! It hurt so bad I couldn't breath. He's yelling at me to breath and all I can think of is m$!*er F*$%#ck, what have I just done?!! All this work, I'm six weeks away with about 8% body fat to still lose and I'm not going to even be able to walk!! At first it didn't seem so bad and he made me walk around on it. By the time I got home though it had swelled humongous and turned purple all over. My hubs made me go to the ER and out on crutches I came. I went to the gym yesterday and all the trainers kept coming up and telling me how sorry they were like I wasn't still going to compete. What? I called my trainer this morning, (hereafter referred to as The Punisher) and asked him if that's what they meant. He said he didn't know if I could still compete, it depended on how I healed. I'm totally freaking out. How could this happen? So, I'm trying to be good and not rush things. I'm staying off of it today and keeping it elevated and doing the stretches and stuff BIL told me to do. If I'm not walking well enough by Friday to do cardio, then I'm in trouble. If anyone can still get me there though it's The Punisher. I have great faith in his training and I know he'll push me to get there once I'm able to. BIL said he would help, too. So....ANKLE BE HEALED!!!

Meanwhile....My boys, Thing 1 and Thing 2, have been taking a little advantage of the fact that I can't get around very well. They were hideous yesterday after picking them up from school. I was so exasperated by the time hubs got home that I collapsed into tears. Really. A grown woman totally beat down by two 7 year olds. My husband reminded me that I was the grown up...why couldn't I control them? I wonder...could it be the pain shooting from my foot putting me on edge? Or could it be that Thing 2 managed to fling his body across my ankle as it was propped up on a pillow THREE TIMES??? I'm not analyzing the situation...just bring me a bottle of wine and be gone.

This is Monica Brant. She's a professional fitness competitor. This is my goal body!! You will see this in my profile, but unfortunately it's not me....not yet.

101 Things About Me

Following my sister's lead, here's a list of things about me for those of you that don't yet know me well yet....

1. I have an awesome family
2. I have the two craziest, fun, identical twin boys you’ll ever meet
3. My husband is the most loyal person I know
4. My little sister rocks and she’s my best friend
5. I’m a little ADD
6. Okay, I’m a lot ADD
7. My boys inherited my ADD with a touch of hyperactivity
8. Okay, my boys have A LOT of hyperactivity!
9. Our ADD/ADHD wears my husband out
10. I need to make lists so I don’t forget things
11. When I do make lists, I forget and leave them in the car
12. I love to spoil my kids
13. Spoiling my kids also wears my husband out
14. I need to keep in touch with out of town friends better
15. Lifting weights is one of my favorite things
16. I love going to water parks with my boys
17. I really love to travel
18. Regular vacations are a necessity in my book
19. My nephew is the most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen besides mine
20. I wish my sister lived closer so I could hang out with her more
21. My husband is my rock
22. I’m a total beach bum at heart. I’m happiest in the sand
23. I want to get my skydiving cert so I can go regularly
24. God continues to bless me even when I’m not obedient
25. I want to be a better listener
26. I love kissing on my boys when they’re sleeping
27. I would love to have another baby
28. My husband would freak if I got pregnant
29. I guess I’ll never have another baby
30. I have never smoked. I think cigarettes are disgusting 31. I would like to be as confident in myself as people think I am
32. I am very forgiving…sometimes too much
33. I love music…all kinds but especially rock
34. I love chocolate…also all kinds
35. Oreos are my favorite cheat food
36. When I eat Oreos, I eat an entire row at a time
37. I can’t eat Oreos very often
38. My husband says I over-commit myself
39. I wish I had started bodybuilding in my twenties and stuck with it
40. I have a girl crush on Angelina Jolie
41. I hate I wasn’t born with some exceptional talent of some kind
42. I love to dance
43. I miss going out with my sister and dancing all night
44. Getting older sucks and is cool all at the same time
45. I hate that my body is aging
46. I like getting more respect
47. I love that my boys know and love God
48. My boys pray for me when I’m hurt or sick
49. Their prayers always work
50. My first weight trainer made me believe in myself
51. My current trainer has big plans for me
52. He expects perfection and I’m glad he makes me strive for it
53. I want to win an INBF pro card
54. I wish I could take away my father’s back pain
55. I had amazing grandparents
56. My children are missing out on grandparents
57. Our parents are missing out on our children
58. I would like to be as organized as my sister
59. My husband’s the most gifted and talented person I know
60. My husband could play pro golf
61. I wish we played golf more
62. I hope my boys find something to be passionate about
63. I spend too much money
64. My husband put me on a budget
65. I have a hard time staying on my budget
66. I love being outdoors
67. I can’t stand dark houses
68. I like alot of windows
69. Heat doesn’t bother me so much
70. I hate having cold feet in the snow
71. I would love to own a beach house to go to on vacations
72. A beach house is not in my budget
73. I hate being small chested
74. A bigger chest is not in my budget
75. I like to be barefooted
76. Pedicures are one of my favorite indulgences
77. My husband and I are starting a new business
78. We work very well together
79. Again, my ADD wears him out in business, too
80. I’m scared to stand next to my bed in the dark
81. I secretly think something’s going to reach out and grab me
82. I love scary movies…not gory ones…scare the pants off of you scary
83. I can only watch scary movies at home
84. Multiplicity is one of my favorite movies of all time
85. I love playing basketball
86. I’m really terrible at basketball
87. I’m a very uncoordinated swimmer
88. My father threw me in the deep in to teach me to swim
89. Maybe I should take some swimming lessons
90. I want to learn how to surf
91. I’m totally into cars…I like them small and fast
92. I love to watch boxing and contact sports of all kinds
93. I’m a tomboy
94. I wish sometimes I was more of a girlie girl like my sister
95. I’ll never be a girlie girl
96. My new workout partner is amazing
97. I’m a very happy person
98. I love to laugh and act goofy
99. I’ve learned not to sweat the small things
100. I don’t take myself too seriously

101. If I could be anyone it would be a bodybuilding rock star, Daytona driving, skydiving surfer girl. But seriously…