“Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.” Maya Angelou

Today, my daycare kiddos were playing tag through the house and ended up in my room. They are not supposed to go in there, but the door was unlocked and all those little hands know how to operate all different types of door handles now. They all piled in and saw my horn sitting in its case on the floor. After trying to fend off my tiny fans begging for a performance, I eventually caved — because let’s face it, even at 39, each time I open my case, I still get as excited as I did that first time I opened a horn case at age 11. ❤️📯 I’ll admit, it’s been a few weeks since I had it out, so they all watched with wide eyes while I meticulously oiled my valves until all the clanky clanky was gone. All I did was a brief warm up, and y’all, they all looked at me like I was the most amazing human being on the planet…like I had some super power to command a hunk of metal to make music. I played a few scales up and down, then did my chromatic scale from the very bottom all the way up to my high C. BOOM. Squeals and giggles when I nailed that C (without even being properly warmed up, sorry Tess)! The only solo that came to memory right away was the Mozart Concert Rondo, so I played that until I reached a point where my mom brain wouldn’t allow me to remember any more.

We started to hear some gurgling — we all know what that means — time for Amie to gross everyone out by emptying all the spit and condensation from every last slide, YAY! So gross, yet so satisfying! And for my encore, there was still something stuck in there so I had to do the wiggly, twisty, wibbly, wobbly maneuver to dump the spit out of my bell — HUGE cheers for that one! I felt really sad as I put my horn back, though, I wanted to just keep on playing. My chops felt great, my high range was on point today (low range was a little tight, but as stated above, I didn’t really allow myself a proper warm up). I really need an orchestra to play with, I feel so lost with that part of my life having been missing for so long now. I will find a way to make this happen, sooner than later!

SOOOOOO…last night I implemented my new exercise routine. I pieced together parts of several different workouts to ensure I’m working ALL the muscles. I found one workout on Pinterest called Get a Beautiful Butt in 4 Weeks — because we all know that four weeks is all it’s gonna take, right?! Well, I decided to try this workout because (if you click on the link for the workout above), I hadn’t really done any moves like #1 and #2 before. Guys, I could barely sit today. Going up and down my stairs, which according to my Fitbit I did 20 times today, was pure torture. I highly recommend those 3 quick little moves to work your butt, they do not look like much, but they will own you the day after! Tonight, I pulled my youngest in a bike trailer behind me on a 30 minute bike ride (I swallowed 2 bugs on this ride 🤢, but I got to see Venus, Mars AND Jupiter in the night sky, so it was worth it!). The ride only made my butt hurt even more by the time I dismounted from that seat, oof. I may need to ask my husband for a very awkward massage later…

Sunday (as in 2 days ago) marked the end of a round of my 7 Day Detox, I dropped 6 pounds of excess sludge and water weight during that week and I’m feeling energetic and back on track! It’s much, much easier to handle cravings now, but it’s hard to break the habit of grabbing little bites of the kids’ snacks throughout the day. Without even thinking about it, I almost popped a handful of goldfish crackers in my mouth just because they were there. I didn’t want them, I didn’t need them, I wasn’t all that hungry either. Those habitual things are going to take some time for me, and I’ll have days when I mess up and eat a no-no food before I even realize it.

Food wise, tomorrow I need to post links to some of the low-carb recipes I’ve made he last several days…I think they turned out great! However, it’s late now and I’ll have a houseful of kids by 7:30am so I need to get to sleep!

Today’s song choice is Michael Jackson’s “I Can’t Help It” from his Off the Wall album. This is me and my snacky foods lately. “…I can’t help it if I wanted to, I wouldn’t help it even if I could, I can’t help it if I wanted to, I wouldn’t help it…nooooooo…” 😊 I’ll find something to replace the habit of snagging all the kids’ foods, don’t know how or what just yet, but I’ll come up with something! G’night y’all!

~~ Amie

Author: lifedeathdieting

My story is the same as most women, all was fine with my health, weight and body -- until I had kids. My metabolism is nearly non-existent, it seems I have to put in 10X more effort as anyone else to loose even 1 pound (yet, I can gain weight almost instantly if I allow myself even a single cheat day), I'm embarrassed to say how many different diets I've tried and bombed, and most days the motivation simply isn't there. I have even met much resistance with people in my life, dieting and loosing weight is such a common topic, I think it is often minimized just because so many people talk about it everyday. Friends and family always brush it off like its something I can do if I just stop whining about it and just do it -- but I can't, I've learned over the last 17 years that it is far more complicated than "just doing it." Exercising is difficult with all the loose skin and fat that sags on my abdomen...but I need to exercise to get all that fat off...but many exercises I can't do because the fat and skin are in the way...it's a loose-loose at the moment. But there is a new dawn on the weight loss horizon, I have finally begin to drop some weight, and I am slowly figuring out where my buggaboos are hiding within my mind and my diet. I am sharing this journey to chronicle the successes and failures on my return to health.

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