Cue Molly Mallone. (you don't know that song? rise up irish people of the world.)

Is anyone else outrageously excited for St. Patrick's Day?  No?  allllright.

St. Patrick's Day is my fav for a few reasons:

• the mark of spring.  I think last year I got sun burned at the parade
• the abundance of beer.  and soda bread with jam.  and cabbage.  I love cabbage.  sick.  
• crazy celtic music blaring IN YOUR FACE ALL THE TIME.  I won't lie.  I've already started it up here in Incredible land (<--- is Incredible land really Michael Jacksonish?  should I change that?)
• Irish Dancing throwback.  Love it or leave it.  Think it's "weird" or know that my hard shoes can make your tap shoes cry.

I think come St Patty's Day (or March) I'll be sad that I shared this pic with you.  No fear.  I'll put up more.

Coffee and Baked Goods vs. p90x UPDATED*

Read even MORE detail over at Hutch's

this. 

not to be confused with 

this.

(tony horton- p90x man)

Read more over at Magnolias and Mimosas.  yes.

Tuesdays are always blog hell

Here's my blog routine:
Tuesday I begrudgingly blog
Wednesday I'm inspired and want to blog forevvver
Thursday I blog
Friday I want to blog but Fridays are always spectacularly busy
Saturday I want to blog but convince myself that I should take a blog break
Sunday- what blog?
Monday oh that blog.  nah.
Tuesday- I'd better blog or I'll forget about it forever..  and so forth.

HAPPY TUESDAY.

maybe i'll catch you up on my life a little later.

the only reason i wrote this post is to have my p90x body NOT the first thing that you guys will see.

Phase 1. COMPLETE.

So here we are, at day 30 of p90x.  It has gone by a lot faster than I'd expected, which makes me wish I had done a few things differently.  Like the diet part of it.  But there's always tomorrow (or second phase) and I'm committing to the diet.  I'm really excited about it because I finally feel ready.

That being said, I'm so proud of myself for sticking to the workouts.  With time restraints, kids, blogging and just everyday stuff, it wasn't all that easy to do all of the time.  We've decided though, that this part of our lifestyle shouldn't be an option.  Working out should be like drinking water.  It's just what you do.  We want to show and teach our kids that it's one of our top priorities.  Not to mention we love it, it brings us closer as a family, and it gets the February antsies out.

When we first began, I decided that I wanted to do the 'lean' version of p90x.  Basically it's to look trimmer as opposed to muscley bulky.  Since I'm pretty athletic, I've decided that honestly, the lean version is not intense enough for me (gloating).  I don't have that sore feeling that I love after workouts.  So for this phase I'm doing some workout substitutions.  We've also decided to go doubles, which means three times a week getting some (more) cardio in.  That's just what we like to do.  We like to run, swim, bike (hellllllo triathlete wife.)  Physically speaking, we also like to push ourselves and each other to the limit.  It's a challenge that we enjoy.

So here are the stats:
Weight: lost 6 pounds, then gained 3 pounds back from the skiing trip, fat tuesday, etc etc.  so -3lbs.  Mr Incredible, -10.
Chest: me: -2.5 inches  Mr Incredible: -2.5 inches
Waist: me: -1.25 inches  Mr Incredible: -3.25
Hips: me: -1/2 inches (I've got a pear shaped body.  leave me alone.) Mr Incredible: 0 (apparently he does too)
R arm: me: -1 1/8 inches Mr Incredible: -.5 inches
L arm: me: -3/4 inches  Mr. Incredible: -3/4 inches
R leg: me: -2.25 inches  Mr Incredible: -2.5 inches
L leg: me: -2.25 inches  Mr Incredible: -3/4 inches


And pics:

 i fully debated whether or not to post these- im satisfied enough... just wished id done the nutrition part!

i'm clearly a tad awkward.

Other things you cannot tell from the pics.  1) I think my neck lost 3 pounds.  I never thought I had a fat neck... 2) My thighs are toning up and smoothing  3) my butt is getting tiiight 4) my back is becoming more defined 5) that's a 1989 adidas crop top.  from an ex boyfriend's mom.  truth.

stat tuned.  60 day pics in 28 days.  and counting.

Not here. kinda. *UPDATED W PICS.

I'm over at Travis' of Fisher of Stories today.  I'm super excited to guest blog for him, though maybe a tad intimidated.  Go read (then follow) about my skiing trip last week, and all the wisdom that came along with it.

I'll post pics up here later of the festivities.

this pic does not do my dinner justice.  I'm telling you, it was huge.

our condo looked right out to the slopes.  ski in ski out condos.  with heated indoor outdoor pool.

hot tub.  outdoor pool just to the left.

right before skiing.

accurate enough.  

"I JUST WANT A GREEN CIRCLE.  NOT A BLUE SQUARE*."

*green circle= easiest.  Mr Incredible convinced me he was bringing me down a green circle, even though the sign was a blue square (more difficult, but still easy... for some)

showoff. 

last two pictures ,may or may not be us.  but close enough.

this is how we roll

we didn't do anything for valentine's day.  we're doing champagne and chocolate dipped strawberries for Fat Tuesday.

Cheer's to being fat!

ching.

What I love about Sundays

For a while now, I've wanted to do this post "what I love about Sundays."  I decided last night that I was finally going to do it.  I love Sundays.


But then today happened and it was not as it was planned.  So I'll explain to you why I typically love Sundays and why today was not a typical Sunday.


On Sundays I am totally inspired by everything.  I think this is for three reasons.  First of all, we go to a big church downtown.  The priests are really old and say mass really really fast (that has nothing to do with why I love Sundays.)  At the closing of mass, my favorite priest always always always says, "now let's sing a verse of 'God Bless America.' "  (this is an early mass, so there is no instrument accompaniment)  Now, have you ever heard a bunch of Catholics singing?  Catholics are notoriously bad singers.  It's terrible.  There is homeless man I call "McGoo" there singing (kinda).  Then there is the 90 year old Italian couple behind us.  There is always the overweight father with a comb over and his son with a comb over that sits at 11 o'clock from us.  In the front there is Maggie (who claims she has kids the exact same ages as mine, but I've yet to see them), a nun, another homeless man and his wife decked out in Bills gear, and some more elderly people.  And the priest.  And the lector whose voice cracks more often than it does not.  Oh, and, of course, Mr Incredible, who loves LOVES to sing.

God Bless America,
Land that I love.
Stand beside her, and guide her
Thru the night with a light from above.
From the mountains, to the prairies,
To the oceans, white with foam
God bless America, My home sweet home

I'm quite sure that our voices hit the huge church's cold air and shatters to the floor.  But I absolutely love it.  There is something so beautiful about this crazy variety of people singing God Bless America.  All day every day on Sunday I'm belching out Goood Blesss Americaaaaa land that I looooooove around the house, in the car, singing my kids to sleep.

Today, go figure, my favorite priest said "let's sing a verse of 'Holy God We Praise Thy Name.' "  Somehow this did now leave me with the feeling that America was on the upswing.  Strike one.

Second reason I love Sundays:  Mr Incredible and I and the girls always go to one of our two favorite coffee spots together.  Sometimes it's with friends, sometimes it's not.  I love getting my favorite frittata, he gets a cinnamon bun and the girls get a bagel.  We both drink coffee to our hearts' content, then we drop him off at work (he works most Sundays).  By the time I get home, the girls are tired and I'm inspired from all the coffee.  

Today, all of my coffee gave meanxiety.  LikeI'monE.  Not fun.  Shaky.  Shoving my face in hopes that protein bars will absorb all this caffeine.  Niet.  Strike two.

The last reason I love Sundays is because actually do try to relax all day.  This in turn, takes the pressure off of getting things done, and I normally get more done because I feel so chill about it.  And why do you think this did not work out today?  Right.  I'm strung out on coffee.  With a headache.  You're out.