SuperMom 4: "This Girl is on Fire"

This Girl is on Fire

Come on. Everyone knows the song by Alicia Keys. I love belting out the chorus whenever I can. However this week, the words were a little different. Instead of "This Girl" it was "my butt is on fire, my calves are on fire, my back and abs are on fire, etc." You get the point. I was pushed this week in my workouts. And I was/am sore. I’m still feeling it in my lats from standing lat pulls and upright rows. Oofta. I squeezed that grape good. (For those of you that have never done any lifting with weights, imagine squeezing a grape between your shoulder blades. The muscle you are targeting is the latissimus dorsi, or lats for short). My oldest child made me laugh today and it hurt. Thank you woodchops.


The point system that I use to keep myself on track is getting easier to use. My strength points (weight room) were under par, but a huge improvement from last week. A few more tweaks this week and I will be on course. Cardio points were there, and the miscellaneous points were close. This week has a few scheduling conflicts with the workout routine, but hey, things pop up all the time and we have to learn to make the best of it.


Eating. Ah yes, my favorite pastime. I cut back on the reporting my meals to Hallie. I did fairly well in keeping my major meals on point. Midafternoon is where I start to waver. I have found that by keeping a bowl of almonds and reduced sugar craisins on the counter I will distract myself with a small handful of those instead of heading for the pantry. I have bagged up the Halloween candy and it is resting comfortably in the freezer.


Speaking of freezer, the upcoming snowstorm could wreak havoc on my week. My solution: my oldest loves to time me with my stopwatch. We will be doing our own at-home tabata, if need be, and I’m sure she will love it. Then again, she loves burpees. I could be in trouble working out with her. The treadmill will be seeing some Mommy time as well. Thank goodness for Netflix. 

I debated on whether or not to tell this next part, but I think I need to. For the first time in a while, I felt "skinny" the other day. I put on a pair of jeans, a pair that is still the size I’m trying to get out of, and there was no muffin top. My shirt, which was kind of snug, showed no bulge. My confidence level was through the roof. It was fantastic. I was on Fire, and it felt awesome.