All In 24 Day Challenge Update

IMG_3629Guys. Holy balls.

It feels like everything’s been moving so fast! I’m on day four of the 24 day challenge and already down SIX LBS! I know I know. I cheated. I’m a rebel. I weighed myself. Some people say to only weigh yourselves on day 11 (first day of max phase) and 25 (morning after your last day of the challenge). But I couldn’t resist. I’m also the kind of person that likes to weigh myself more regularly so I know if the scale isn’t moving, I need to change things up. SIX POUNDS! 

Having a huge support group makes a world of difference. I’m part of a private FB group that’s close to 3K people who are all either doing, have done, or about to do a challenge. Lots are just maintaining the lifestyle etc. But around 200 of us (or more) joined the National All In challenge starting January 11th.

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Last Sunday we went shopping to prep for the following week. Got all sorts of goodies and produce that won’t end up just rotting away in the bottom drawer. Imagine that. Crazy talk. IMG_3557

There’s a good chunk not pictured here. Like La Croix to mix with our Spark. That’s an essential. Brown Rice Cakes. PB2 powder. Some other rando’s. We are fortunate in that where we live, there’s tons of fresh seafood that you can just go down to the docks and buy, We also butchered our own cow this year so we have organic, grass fed, hormone free beef that’s insanely lean and fab (that’s what she said).

For dinner one we did a simple stir fry with quinoa. Super quick and full o’ flava’.

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I passed on the quinoa but the fam bam had it and totally approved.

For snacks I’ve been keeping it simple and fresh. The first day was a small adjustment. I think because I was thinking about food so much it was making me hungrier than normal.

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This hits the spot. Sweet baby carrots with some spicy guac. I’ve eating two bags in four days!

Last night for dinn I made a white chicken chili. I honestly just kinda wung it… winged it… wanged it? WTF is the right use? I’m tired. Fuck if I know. I like wang it. Because well wang is a fun word and apparently I’m forever 12 years old. IMG_3630

I promise to post the recipe soon!

I’m a big vagina when it comes to spice, literally pepper makes me sweat like a whore in church, but I made sure to give this a little kick anyways. It clears out your sinuses, keeps you full, and makes you drink a ton of water while eating it.

I brought this for lunch today too. I countered it with some fresh fruit to douse the friggin’ fire that was happening in my mouth. IMG_3638

It’s odd how you can forget how good simple, convenient, fresh foods can be.

Tonight however I lost my mojo and didn’t plan anything for dinner. There was leftovers and, I had my lunch kind of late so I passed on dinner while the fam ate leftovers. Of course, just like Man Friend said, I would sit my ass down for the first time today and wait til everyone was done and say I was hungry. I felt bad proving him wrong so, I decided to be a good girlfriend (I refuse to use the word fiance if you haven’t noticed) and say I was hungry. Turns out what I whipped up real quick is one of my new faves!

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Two eggs and half an avocado on top of Ezekiel toast.

Friggin’ amaze balls.

I feel like now may be a good time for a disclaimer. I’ve NEVER been one to participate in any “diet” program. I’ve never done shakes or weight watchers or any of the latter. Not that I felt there was anything wrong with them, I just knew that eating clean and exercising was the key to weight loss. Simple right? HA! Somehow, maybe with age, shit just wasn’t that easy anymore. Due to health issues, I’ve had to be on a cocktail of medications that caused a hefty amount of weight gain. That combined with shit eating habits and sitting on my ass has put me way outside my comfort zone and makes putting on any pants an aerobic dance that looks similar to Napoleon Dynamite trying to ribbon dance. So I decided what the hell, why not, I’ll try it.

It’s a game changer. The supplements boost your energy, suppress your appetite, keep you full longer,  and get your metabolism going. I’m never hungry. I eat ALL day long. The biggest piece has been the energy for me. I feel like I’ve been a zombie for the last two years. In a fog. Slowly but surely I’m crawling out of it and I haven’t felt this good in I don’t know how long. Not to mention Spark. Ya’ll know my love for spark. I’ve written about it multiple times. IMG_3594

Plus it just looks so damn pretty too, right?

If you’ve ever even been the least bit on the fence… just… trust me. I don’t endorse shit. I don’t promote shit. I’ve never been one to publicly do anything but I started this entire blog simply because of how much this is doing for me, my family, and my friends. Every single person that has joined me on this has been happier for it. If you have any questions, apprehensions, or just want to chat about it please, always feel free to contact me! Email me at whiskeysippy@gmail.com and let’s start that convo!

This. Right here. I can’t make you fight for your own life. But if you can find a way to make the choice for yourself, I can’t wait to help you along the way.

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If you want to take a look at products, shop around, or order your challenge now go to www.advomeg.com now and get to it! It’s such a fun process and I can’t wait for you to join.

Once I get confirmation for your order, I’ll add you to the private FB group I mentioned above and introduce you to a whole new world of people and friends! There’s daily check ins, inspiration, recipes, questions, and SO MUCH LAUGHTER. It’s a great group!

More recipes, updates, and BEFORE AND AFTERS, to come!

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Cereal Moms

You know those FB “On this day” reminders? They can be hilarious or straight depressing.

Yes I love being reminded of when my beasts were just little ones and soft and squishy and stealers of my sleep.

No I don’t need reminded of the bad days, my ex-husband, or even the posts that we’re fake FB happy… I can remember what I was thinking typing them up. Horse shit. Everything is horse shit.

But the other day, this memory popped up. It was both wonderful and humbling.

Me to my big beast- “Hey you, do you know how much I love you?”

Big beast – “Ya, allllll the way to the noon and back. I know. Do you know how much I love you? Allll the way to the sun and back. And the sun is hot. Like super hot. And Its a star. A super hot star. I dunno if night time stars are hot. Becaus its night time. And night time is cold. But anyways, ya I love you a lot. Because you make pancakes for breakfast. Not just cereal. I mean cereal moms are okay. When they’re busy and stuff. And you put cheese on my vegetables sometimes. Which makes them easier to eat. Because they’re kinda gross. Well some of them. Like those pea things? In the wrapper? Pea pods? Ya those. And you dance. A lot. We dance. I like it when you dance. Because you’re a funny dancer. But when you sing… its kind of loud. But that’s okay too. Just not outside. And you let me eat dinner in my underwear. That’s pretty cool. Especially my iron man underwear. So ya, I know mom. And I love you too”. 

GAH can you just let the cuteness sink in?!

It was the sweetest response you could ever hope to get from your kiddo. He was four at the time. He’s seven now and is still one of the sweetest, most sincere, and thoughtful human beings I have ever come in contact with. No idea where the hell he gets it from but, I’m not fighting it.

That was three years ago. I was newly separated from my husband and had just moved back to my hometown. I was terrified. Alone. Jobless. Trying to figure out how in the hell I was going to support two kids. I had been a stay at home mom for the last two years. I was humiliated and desperate. And to be completely honest, I missed my damn husband. The only thing I looked forward to was it being an acceptable hour to make a cocktail, and no, there’s no joke in that. I needed something to numb something. I needed to feel less about at least ONE thing in my life. No,it wasn’t healthy. No, I didn’t give a shit.

I remember laughing at the “cereal moms” comment. But also in the same moment realizing that he had no idea how much his life was going to change. I would be working soon and even though there lives had just changed more than they could possibly imagine, it was about to do another 180. When I finally started working again, I was gone from 7 in the morning until 7 at night. My kids ate three meals out of the day at daycare. I wasn’t even a cereal mom at this point.

This isn’t a “my poor kids had such a rough life” post. It’s not. To be quite honest I hated being a stay at home parent. I enjoyed working. Having a part of my life that was mine. My kids were well taken care of and didn’t go without. They, we, were still very fortunate being a single parent household.

What it really is about is, once I started working again, yes the hours SUCKED. Like big time. Lot’s of suckage. SO. MUCH. SUCKAGE. But with that, something happened. was supporting my household. I was taking care of MY family. My kids did not go without (they weren’t spoiled by any means). I didn’t need to ask for outside help. I was slowly, building my life up on my own, with my own standards, my own agenda, the way that I wanted. After a few years I left that job for one with more flexibility and less in office hours. I’m home before the sun sets. We eat breakfast and dinner at home, together.

I’m slowly working on being home more, working at home. I have Advocare and Blogging to thank for that. But I will always work to some degree. I enjoy it. I refuse to feel guilty for it. No one should ever feel guilty for living a life they’re proud of.

I was finally able to be a cereal mom and let me tell you something, my sons love it just as much as pancakes.

Oh and for the record, I’m a fabulous dancer.

 

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Parenting 101

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I sit here and watch a heartwarming video of orphans being adopted on Christmas. I get teary eyed thinking about my own sweet kiddos, how lucky they are, how lucky I am for having them. I take a deep breath. Relaxed. Content. Grateful.

My youngest gets out of bed for the 17th time in 20 minutes…

“SO HELP ME GOD, I WILL SELL YOU ON THE FLIPPIN’ CORNER!!!”

This is parenting. Anyone who says otherwise is full of it.

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Stick to yo’ thighs Sour Cream and Chile Chix Enchiladas

IMG_2382I should start giving out a second disclaimer besides my foul flippin’ mouth.

Much of this website is about health, weight loss, living a life that betters yourself and all the cheesy shit that goes along with that. In an essence, living a life you won’t wake up 50 years from now and kick yourself in the box over after realizing all you screwed up and didn’t do.

But sometimes, it’s about eating the shit out of foods that require you to bust the maternity pants out for.

This is one of them… this is my second disclaimer…

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Third disclaimer, I didn’t take a picture of all the ingredients. But I promise, I’ll te you instead.

Ingredients:

  • 4 Shredded Chicken Breasts
  • Tortillas (duh)
  • 1 Small Can Green Chile Enchilada Sauce
  • 1 1/2 cups Sour Cream
  • A Shit Ton of Colby Jack Cheese (or honestly any kind you prefer)
  • 1/2 cup Finely Chopped Onion
  • 1 Can Diced Mild Green Chiles
  • 1 Can Cream of Chicken Soup
  • Taco Seasoning

Directions:

Preheat oven to 350 degrees.

Mix sour cream, enchilada sauce, 1/4 can green chiles, cream of chicken soup, in a medium size bowl.

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In separate bowl throw shredded chicken, 3/4 can green chiles, around 1/2 ish (very exact here) cups of shredded cheese, chopped onion, few dashes of taco seasoning, and  1/2 cup of sauce mixture and mix well.IMG_2336

Grease large rectangular pyrex dish…I will never understand why people put the actual measurments of these in recipes. I have no fucking clue unless it gives them on the button of the pan in which I usually hold above my head in the light tripping all over trying to read just to finally say “fuck it” and using whatever kind of looks like its not too big or too small. SO large rectangle… use that. Spread enough sauce in the pan to cover the bottom so the tortillas don’t stick.

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Lay out tortillas and fill with chicken mixture as well as small handful of cheese. Roll up and place in pan. Repeat until pan is full.

Spread remaining sauce mixture over enchiladas, cover with foil, and bake for roughly 35-40 mintues until sauce is bubble. Remove foil, top with ooey, gooey, anti-skinny jean cheese. Put back in oven until cheese is melted and slightly brown on top. You can also top with black olives and extra onions and chiles, but my Man Friend doesn’t enjoy olives like every other sane individual so I skip that.

Serve with some Spanish rice, fresh avocado, and of course MARGARITAS!

I also suggest doubling this recipe and throwing one in the freezer for a freezer meal! Comes out just as good as if you just whipped it up.

Enjoy Loves!

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It’s not supposed to be like this…

“I am going to lose it..”

“I can’t keep doing this…”

“It’s not supposed to be like this…”

“What kind of mother feels this way?”

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I think at LEAST one of those thoughts a day. More specifically in the morning shuffle as I’m trying to get the kids to school and myself to work. Those thoughts then manifest into “I’m going insane.” “Why can’t SOMETHING just be simple?” “How in the hell am I supposed to do this for the rest of my life.”

Picture this: Here I am, hiding in the laundry room and it’s not even 7 AM. I just screamed at my son because once again he is being a jerk and yelling at his brother. So I screamed at him, to express that him screaming is not okay or acceptable in this house. Totally logical right?

“I need a fucking break” I murmur in my head. But this is not something you can rejuvenate from in an hour. This isn’t a “girls night” (what’s that btw?) fix. This isn’t even a week long bahama vacation type of thing, although I wouldn’t turn that down for nothin’. This is a “create a life you don’t have to escape from” deal. Which some or most days, just isn’t in the cards

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I have this taped on my fridge. Just in case I forget.

So I’m in the laundry room, trying to prevent an all out break down because this is about much more than a simple sibling tiff, and my little beast walks in and says,

“Momma, can I have some juice?”

“Just give me a minute bud. I’ll get it, okay?”

“Okay… Oh, Momma?”

Irritated again…”Yes?”

“You have boo-tuh-full hair.”

And JUST. LIKE.THAT my heart just combusts. Like the Grinch in that one scene, it breaks the cage around itself. I am brought back down from this reality I have created in my head that my house is an insane asylum and I’m this angry bitch of a mother. I am reminded that I have two sweet, gorgeous little boys who understand that even Momma’s need a reminder sometimes that

It is exhausting. I’m exhausted. LIFE is exhausting. I’m so drained some days that just typing this, saying it “out loud” makes my eyes well up and that is not an easy feat. Is this how we are supposed to feel? How can a mother feel this way about her own kids? That’s wrong. No mother feels like that. You’re alone in that. You’re a horrible mom.

Except you’re not. You’re not any of those things. Feelings don’t make you who you are. Actions might, but even then you aren’t your worst mistakes. You’re more than that. There is a million people out there thinking the same shit. If you are one that has never thought or felt any of this, well… come to my house and we can fix that.

You have to find things that you can control, to bring a little joy and humor into those moments when you’re locking yourself in the laundry room.  Write, find a hobby, mix a drink, buy some shoes, go workout, vent to some friends, hell even look in the humor section of Pinterest. I’ve done all of these things. My preference is the writing, shoes, and of course mixing a drink if my site title didn’t give it away. But that’s half the reason I started this blog. Something about putting all your shit on paper, gets rid of it… for a moment at least.

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Once you’e done that, and drug yourself out of your funk. Get to work. Start creating that life that you don’t need to hide from. You will always have these moments, but the key is how often and how long those moments last. Take control of your life. Make an actual plan. You got this and for what it’s worth, I’m with you each step of the way. Me and my whiskey.

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My heart bleeds and beats, for Roseburg today.

 

I don’t post much about anything too serious on FB, Twitter, my blog or anywhere publicly, but especially about politics.

I respect other people’s views, even or especially so when they’re different from mine.

Ten people lost their lives today. TEN PEOPLE. Twenty others were wounded physically. Countless others wounded emotionally, mentally, spiritually.

Lives changed today.

Our President of the United States spoke to us as a nation.

This is the 15th time in his reign of presidency he’s gotten up on that podium to address an unfathomable school shooting.

Gun control is a hot topic, especially around my neck of the woods. We’re a small town, we like our guns, and most of us have been educated enough to know how to use them safely, consciously, and effectively. We aren’t far from our friends in Roseburg. We share the same rivers and hillsides as they do.

People are frustrated at our president’s lack of tact and empathy by turning his speech into one of politics. “He didn’t even wait for a final body count”, they say. “He was cold and angry, all about pushing his political agenda”.

I will say it again, TEN PEOPLE DIED TODAY.

Why isn’t everyone cold and angry? Why isn’t everyone screaming at the top of their lungs that we absolutely will not tolerate this? Why aren’t we exhausted like he was today, exuberated and broken? Why aren’t we willing to give up whatever the hell it takes to help prevent this from happening again?

Do I agree with gun control? Not particularly.

Am I okay with going through whatever process I have to go through to obtain my weapon of choice? Absolutely.

Why aren’t you?

If anything, I would of spoke sooner. I would of addressed our nation with the same desperation as our President did today, yet with far less tact and said “I will be damned if I will set aside my agenda for one man to take any life, let alone ten and not let him hear me fucking roar”.

Because if those police officers wouldn’t have gunned him down… I would have used something much different to take his life. I wouldn’t have needed a background check, a psych eval, or a visa to decide his punishment. I also wouldn’t of used the .38 I have locked away in my closet…that I purchased legally, in ordinance with the law, without any trouble or anymore hassle than choosing paper or plastic at the grocery store.

Our President may not have been your first, third, or 15th choice to run our nation. You may have thought he was callous and negligent in his speech today. But I saw something different. I saw someone who felt much like I did today. I am tired. I am tired of praying for the lives of family members of those left behind. I do not, I will not, accept the behavior or acts of recklessness and carelessness that happened today. What I will do however, is do absolutely anything and everything to help change that.

You are condemning the President of the United States for making the tragic events that happened today about politics and not about the lives that were taken today. Yet you are taking the tragic events of today and turning them into politics as well. You are turning it now, into a debate. Rather than not acknowledging the statements you disagreed with and posting about the families, the loved ones that lost someone today… the people’s whose lives changed today. Forever. You’re taking broken hearts and shattered futures and turning it into drama to post YOUR political agenda. Rather than saying, “While I may not agree with what our President addressed today, my heart and my focus is on those who didn’t have time, nor a care, to hear what he had to say. THAT’S what I care about today.”

Because that is what I care about today. My heart bleeds and beats for Roseburg today. Not for your views of our Presidents shortcomings. My heart bleeds and beats for all of us, as should yours.12075024_943150002419324_5589083859121003382_n

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