Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Hard work.

{Disclosure:  This post is a scatter brained mess and might not make sense.  Sorry.  Just what I am feeling at the heat of the moment}

Most days I like to keep it light an airy around here.
Throw a few F bombs around to add character, etc.
I am not an angry person and I love to laugh until I feel like I could pee my pants.
Sometimes I do, in fact, pee said pants.
A situation came up yesterday that really left me just feeling horrible.
Without getting into the detail of it but still letting you in somebody was basically questioning me.
Questioning what I do with my time.
Questioning how hard I work.
At least that is how I took it.

I get up most days between 5:30 and 6:00.
I side eye my phone and all of my bazillion Gram and Facebook notifications from the night before.
Scroll through a handful of emails and finally peel myself out of bed.
I go to the bathroom and brush my teeth.
I open the girls room and turn on their light slowly waking them out of their peaceful slumbers.
I let the dog out and make sure she has food and water.
I then go back into my room where I proceed to scan my closet for the days outfit choice.
Sometimes this is an easy feet and sometimes it is not.
I call into the girls room to make sure that they are getting dressed.
Yelling back again to make sure they brush their teeth and have their socks and shoes on before they ever leave their room.
I apply my makeup why typically yelling back and forth from room to room to make sure they are staying on task.
I fix my hair while I am running around trying to get myself dressed, still make sure they are doing what they are supposed to be doing, and making beds etc.
I get all the kids into the living room and scan them to make sure they don't have any left over toothpaste clung to the side of their mouths or crusties in their eyes.
I run out and put all my bazillion four bags in the car and start it, scanning to make sure I haven't forgotten anything for the day.
I brush and fix their hair while Payton is clawing at me for attention.
She is not a fan of anybody messing with her Momma these days other than her.
I then change her diaper and get her shoes on.
I get Abbie set up and make sure she has everything she needs for her day at home.
I go down and put wood in our wood stove and come back up to typically three crazy kids running around the house.
I take my meds and vitamins.
Take a quick gander around the house to make sure things are tidy and put away, put the dog up, and then get all the kids rounded up to leave.
We are typically out of the house by 6:45.
I drop the kids off and I am usually on my way to work right around 7:00.
I stop for my free coffee at my Hubby's work and I am usually peeling into work between 7:45 and 7:55 {have to be here by 8:00} depending on traffic.
I do my work thing.
I sit here and do everything that is asked of me and almost always with a smile on my face.
I try my hardest to be thankful for this job and not complain.
Lunch comes around and I go to the gym.
I spend the next 35 to 40 minutes giving it my all.
I have never left that gym without sweat.
I work hard.
I allow myself enough time to shower, reapply some powder/blush/lipstick, and then I am straight back to work.
Some days sure I might be between five to ten minutes late but regardless I am ALWAYS making that up either by getting to work early or staying later.
No matter what though I spend those 35 to 40 minutes at the gym.
I am going to better myself.
I am not out eating 1000 calorie lunches or shopping, etc.
I am going to the gym and regaining my health.
I finish my day and leave work by 5:00.
I fight rush hour traffic and am usually home right before 6:00.
I spend the next couple hours turning into the "human tornado" as my Husband so lovingly refers to me.
Basically I clean like a crazy person and I hardly ever sit down before 8:00 or so.
"If there is time to lean, there is time to clean!"
Most days yes, by the time my head hits the pillow, I am absolutely exhausted.
There are many mornings I don't want to get up.
There are a handful of days where I don't workout.
But guess what?
Hard work was the only thing that got me from here...
To this...

I have a Husband, three girls, a fur pup, friends, family, a full time job yet I still make time to better myself.
To get healthy so I can see my babies grow up, get married, have children of their own, etc.
It's not easy.
I have NEVER stated it was easy.
I still struggle on the regular.
Hard work. Dedication. Determination.
Those three things go me from there to here.
I don't take that lightly.
I don't like to be questioned on it.

For all of you reading this that have ever questioned me.
Just know this...
I do work hard and at the end of the day shouldn't you be worried about yourself.
Shouldn't you be worried about what you do with your time and how you can possibly be bettering yourself?
Life is too short to worry about others...
Live your life for YOU and be the best version you can possibly be!

I seriously already feel better just having gotten that off my chest.

In other news it's Chest, Shoulders, and Tricep day!
~5 minute incline treadmill warm-up
Chest/Shoulders/Triceps Workout
~Cool down with remaining time.

Now if I could just keep my hand out of the Reese Peanut Butter Eggs {which so far I have!} all will be well =)

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  1. Will you think I'm super creepy if I post your after picture as my goal picture! You are looking great, girl. Keep it up and don't let the discouragers get to you!

  2. Let those haters hate! You work your @ss off and you are proof in the pudding, hon! Hard work + no excuses = results. Anyone who says otherwise can suck it.

  3. Marcy, Marcy, dont you ever let anyone get you down! Read your post over again, you're an amazing woman/mother/wife! You don't have to prove that to anyone, because it's clear you bust your ass on the daily!!