PARTY TIME! (The craziness begins)

This time of year is just fun (and hectic).

Mira had her dance recital. We started the tradition of going to Temple Square. And don't forget the Christmas parties.

But before I get too many pictures to post - I thought I'd put on here what we have so far.

FAMILY FUN

We had our annual family Christmas party last night. Now this is my side of the family - but not with the WHOLE family - just the "Oyler" side and Jeff. If that doesn't make sense to you than don't worry about it, even I get confused sometimes :-)

I was in charge of the usual... rolls. Justin was sure I would need to make 3 batches because my fam sure knows how to down them rolls.

I love baking for people. There's something fun about it. Yah - it's time consuming and messy and its not like I have a ton of free time right now - but I find it kind of therapeutic. Especially when people enjoy what I make.

So we did the cousin gift exchange with all the kiddio's and Grandma and Grandpa did their gift giving extravaganza (they just spoil the grand kids - it's so awesome!).

But before all that we did the baby Jesus story. I don't know how in the world Justin and I got picked to be Joseph and Mary - but alas we had the baby Jesus (aka: Xaylor) - so I guess that makes sense. I put on my costume and asked my Brother in Law - "Hey - do I look like a virgin?" - yahhh he didn't think that was very funny.

But at the end of the story - my Dad, my sweet sweet wonderful Dad, comes crawling in with, heck I don't even know what you'd call it - but it was a mismatched bunch of socks and cloth on his head that made him look like a donkey. It was hilarious! And than he came and rolled over and passed out. I was a little offended being Mary and all :-) How dare my donkey be exhausted from carrying me ~.

But I think what really affected me the most about that was after when my dad was trying to get off the floor. His left leg doesn't work very well and he was trying to get himself to stand up. I tried to help him but he said that he needed something hard to push against. The ottoman didn't work so than he went to the chair and pushed up on it.

How amazing it that! Even with all the pain he's in and how hard it is for him to get up - that he would crawl on the ground and be a donkey for the kids and for fun. GOSH I love that man!

Overall a great family party!

Winter Family Fun

SANTA BABY (At least she's still my baby)

Mira was seriously the cutest little Santa I've ever seen. She wanted to wear her hair down because she said it was prettier. I REALLY wanted to pull it up into a ballerina bun - but Mira told me "Mom, none of the other girls wear their hair like that, so I don't think it's good." Already a conformist - dangit! :-)

Now last years dance concert (with a difference teacher) was a complete nightmare. It was downtown, parking was awful, and the concert was 2 1/2 hours long - NOT KIDDING! And Mira's dance was just crazy. All of the girls her age were dressed up like donkeys and they got on their hands and knees and acted like donkeys. It was weird to say the least. I can't believe I paid all that money so my little girl could be an Ass. Granted most the time she's a pain in mine - but when she dances I prefer to see a princess or something precious - after all she is my only girl and this may be my only chance for these cheesy girly things.

But this time was awesome! We got there with our Posee' and hunckered down for the long haul. Mira was the first to dance. She was so cute! And than - to my surprise - she was done. We got to get her and go home. 45 minutes!! 45 minutes was all that took - it was a Christmas miracle :-) Now that's the way to do a dance concert.

TEMPLE SQUARE LIGHTS (and brake lights)

So Justin says to me last Monday "We should go to Temple Square tonight!" After the shock wore off I'm like "Are you crazy?"

O.k. - so going anywhere right now is like a huge production. There's always one kid crying, screaming, or whining (and sometimes more than one). A poopy diaper that may result in an outfit change, a hungry baby that needs "Mom" and all that entails, extra blankets, coats, shoes, finding potty for Boyd, man I could go on and on about how fun going out in public is with the whole fam - but I'll spare you all the dirty details.

So needless to say I had a pissy attitude about the whole thing. I had just got my 3rd cold in 2 1/2 months, Xay gave me the usual 4 hours of sleep the night before, and I was Mrs. grumpy pants.

BUT - like all mothers do, at least the crazy ones, we packed the kids up and headed downtown. I think my exact words to Justin were "This is gonna suck!"

Traffic was awful and Justin wanted me to drive around the block looking for a front space. Oh how I love his optimism sometimes! I, of course, ignored this suggestion and headed to the guaranteed space at the JSMB - which he later admitted was a good idea :-)

One double wide, and one single stroller later - we trudge to the lights.

O.k. - I admit I was having a bad attitude. Too many times of "trying" to do fun things with the kids that just end up with one exhausted mom had soured me a little.

So first we go up to the top floor and see the view of the temple. It really is quite an amazing temple. Plus I always love how it smells like rolls baking in the JSMB - it's just a homey feeling. I asked the kids if they wanted to go and see the Jesus statue - and Mira says "nah" - and than I say "It's in the space room!" and both her and Boyd are like Alright - let's go! Ah the space room - thank you for being so cool.

So we go and see the Christus (I have no idea how to spell that) - and listen to the presentation and than watch the baby Jesus movie and go get hot chocolate.

O.k. - so I have to admit it didn't suck. It was actually really nice. There's a definite spirit at temple square this time of year that's just calming and sweet. I actually felt rejuvenated as opposed to the usual drainage. I'm so glad we went. In fact Mira's been asking every day since if we can go back again. She calls it the "Jesus place". :-)

My Motivation Monster

OK - so my motivation monster is HUNGRY!

Or - Old Man Winter is freezing the motivation out of me.

Or - Santa Clause sat on my motivation and he squished it!

Whatever you want to call it - it's a struggle getting my booty moving right now.

Yep - I still go to the gym almost everyday and when I'm there I kill myself. I'm still doing awesome on my healthy eating. But - I stare at the dessert tray a little longer than usual - in fact I take a 10 calorie sniff every once and awhile. In fact - the other day my sniff turned into a 200 calorie bite - ouch - that one hurt!

I hate admitting that I ate those couple bites. Why??? I should be allowed a goodie now and than, right? I think it must be a control issue, or maybe a "must meet my goal" thing. I get so disappointed at myself when I slip up. Of course in the last 9 weeks - I've had 3 slip ups and I beat myself about them. I obviously need to get over it and move on.

So how to stay motivated? Well..... I look better, I feel better. Getting out of the house for a 90 minute "Mommy only" time definitely helps. I've noticed after I get home from the gym that I'm a better Mom, a better wife, and just overall happier. So those things help.

My Dead Leg

OK - so going to the gym feels like dragging a dead leg behind me. It just drags and drags. Even when I'm warming up on the bike - my legs do not work. They just hurt. Those first 10 minutes are just plain awful. It's like waking up a sleeping bear. He growls and rolls over, sometimes he rolls on me and I can barely breath - but finally... after 10 minutes of pushing and prodding, he awakes! That's when working out can almost become fun (except when I'm doing plank, lunges and squats) those are always a "bear" - pun intended.

#1 - The $8.00 Motivator

See you have to schedule an appointment at the gym and if I don't show up they charge me $8.00 (4 kids x $2.00 each). That's usually a good kick to get the kids in the car and get going. Because the choice between 500-700 less calories in my bod - or $8.00 out of my bank account, the calories usually always wins.

#2 - The FEELS GOOD Motivator

I just love that feeling right in the middle of my workout - when I get my 2nd wind and I start thinking about doing a marathon - or maybe even a triathlon. You feel like you can do anything and go anywhere. It's such a freeing feeling. Now that is a motivation too!

The reality... I get home from "feeling good" - like I can conquer the world and I walk in the door and all of a sudden there's this weight put on. There's cleaning to be done, kids to be fed, bedtime routines to be completed, babies to be held and bounced. It's a go, go, go bucket of to-do's.

I admit this, ashamedly, but sometimes I don't even shower after a workout. I know grouse, huh? But I'm seriously so exhausted that I'd rather sit on my patootie and do nothing and just pat myself on the back and reward myself with a little "me" time.

#3 - The www.loseit.com Motivator

So a friend of mine (Renae) "invited" me to join a website called loseit.com. It's free (which I like) and it's AWESOME!

You plug in what you eat for every meal and snack each day. You tell it how much weight you want to lose and it calculates how many calories you can consume a day and still loose that weight.

It has seriously kept me from "slipping up" several times. Because I know I'll have to put in the calories and it might go over my allowed amount - which is a big No No!

I thought having to take the time to put my food in would be time consuming and cumbersome - but SO NOT! It's actually kind of fun. You also get to see what nutrients you are consuming and making sure that you get enough Protein and Carbs (and the all important "poopy" Fiber).

This has been a great motivator for me in the "diet" area.

IS THERE ANY (Other) TIME?

The time is now! - that's what you always hear. But I think whoever said that didn't have children. Seriously? With school, preschool, naptimes, and feedings, finding ANY time for myself is, well, difficult. I know that school is until 11:30 - naptime is until around 3, and feedings are every other hour about. So the ONLY time I can even leave my house is around 3:30 and I have to be back by 6 in order to feed my hungry animals again (this includes dad). :-) And the worst part... Is the guilt.

Why I even feel guilt - I don't know... Sometimes I think it's because of our culture, my upbringing, or just plainly being a woman and mom and it just comes with the territory and emotional hormonal imbalances.

I know and have heard from "expert" opinions that taking time for yourself is healthy and good - and I KNOW it is - but even knowing that doesn't seem to quail the guilt monster.

MY TUSH WILL GO ON

So I'll continue pushing and going and moving and trying my best to keep this booty active. And hopefully, in time, it will shrink along with the madness.