Day One.
Goodbye belly fat.
1. Drink lots of water. Always keep that water bottle around. (and definitely NO soda)
2. Cut out fast foods
3. Exercises. walking and crunches
4. Do not starve yourself. Eat colorful foods. LOTS of veggies.
5. Stick to your goals.
Tomorrows work out routine.
Can be done in between commercials
To burn 100 calories… 40 Jumping jacks 30 Crunches 20 squats 10 pushups
30 min. of zumba on xbox kinnect
This is now my fitness blog.
Starting tomorrow I will be doing a slim down.
That means.
8 glasses of water or more.
Many frequent exercises.
No sweets. No soda.
and frequent visits to bodyrock.tv
BRING IT ON POST PREGGO BODY! HELLOOOOOO WEDDING DRESS SHOPPING!
Ethan Smiles
Love.
Mohawk <3
Baby Ethan Owen Brehmer
Born: Sept. 16, 2011 7:02pm
My little peanut weighed 6lbs 8oz and was 19 inches long
<3 love him more than anything in the world!
“ When people are ready to, they change. They never do it before then, and sometimes they die before they get around to it. You can’t make them change if they don’t want to, just like when they do want to, you can’t stop them. ”
Andy Warhol (via saddest-summer)
I’m getting nervous.
Not that this isn’t what I want, because I had a choice… and I chose.
The feelings and questions I have aren’t the typical “i’m about to be a mom omg” kind… I know I can be a good mom, I know how much experience I’ve had with kids, and babies… that’s not the problem. I have a wonderful fiance, who I love more than anything, and who I know loves me just the same. It’s not a fear of love, or being loved either…
I think my biggest fear is missing out. I’m scared I chose the wrong road to go down. I’d never admit to saying any of this for real, but the selfish part of me is dreading what my life could have been.
I’m aloud to have these thoughts, I know I am… but I just feel so guilty feeling anything but happiness about what’s about to happen.
I know the day I have my baby will be the happiest of my life, and so will my wedding day… I’m not scared I wont be happy. I’m scared of turning thirty eight and wondering where it all went.
it’s not cold feet, it’s more of wondering I guess…
This explains my relationship with my fiance more than perfectly