Our First Mother’s Day

From the time that I was little I knew I wanted to be a mom. It was, in fact, one of the first things that I told your dad when we met. “I was put on this Earth to be …

When Weight-Loss Leads to Bigger Things

If you read my last post then you already know that three weeks ago, I committed to a 21 Day Accountability group in an attempt to get motivated and back on track with my health and fitness. What I didn’t …

Showing Myself Some Love

It’s hard to believe that the day of love is upon us again. Last year at this time, I had just found out that I was going to be a mom.  This year, this little munchkin is my husband and my sweet Valentine.  Does it get any better?  I mean, look at that silly face.  What’s not to love?

But this post is not about our newly acquired love.  It’s about rediscovering a once great love that I had for myself.  You see, before I got pregnant, I was in the best shape of my life.  I was active every single day and intentional with my eating. I was down to six percent body fat and felt like a rock star.  Then all of a sudden, pregnancy took over.  My body started holding onto fat like it was its job (it may have been,) the exhaustion had me on the couch whenever possible, and I made two new friends named Ben and Jerry. I remember being asked repeatedly by a family member how much weight I had gained as my pregnancy progressed.  I told them over and over that I didn’t know, but the truth was that I did.  I was steadily gaining weight and developing new stretch marks. At my last appointment before delivery, I was up a total of fifty pounds.  Yes, five zero.

Fast forward almost four months and I’ve got about fifteen left to lose. It doesn’t sound like much, but it feels like a ton. Up until this point, the weight loss could be attributed to breast-feeding and generally decent eating. For the most part, my days and nights have been consumed by baby. This was to be expected. But now, as I’ve become more comfortable with the demands and unpredictable schedule that being a mom requires, I am ready to recommit myself to well, myself.

And so, I’ve joined a group of women on Facebook in what we call an “accountability group.” Each of us has committed to spending the next twenty-one days following a fitness program, eating healthy, and encouraging each other’s journey. It has only been one day, but I can already tell that success lies ahead.

Please don’t misunderstand. This isn’t about the percent body fat or the six pack abs. This is about the way I feel mentally and emotionally when I feel good physically. This is about not having to rotate the same three outfits because they’re all I feel confident in. I want to take my son to the lake this summer and not waste a single moment wondering what my thighs look like in my bathing suit. But most of all, this is about showing myself the same amount of love that I show everyone else in my life. I deserve that much.

In the coming weeks, I will be sharing updates on my journey with you. I hope to connect with other people who have gone through this before or are in the midst of it now.

Until next time… Happy Valentine’s Day!

Two Thousand Seventeen

With the start of a new year and all of this talk of resolutions, I am reminded of the reason that I started Snickled Pink. It wasn’t to get likes on Instagram or pins on Pinterest. It was to share …

One Month as a Mother

It’s hard to believe but our little man just recently turned one month old.   Sure, people had shared lots of advice about what to expect with this new addition, but as we reached this milestone and I found myself …

A Celebration of Life and Love

Baby B is one lucky little boy. We kicked off the celebration of his pending arrival with our first of three baby showers. Sunday’s shower was thrown by my aunts and mom, at my parents’ new house. I first have …

It’s a… (Drum roll please)

Rockstar Hair, Housewife Budget

 

You know that time you were checking out at a store and learned that the item you were buying was far more expensive than you’d anticipated and bought it anyway because you were too embarrassed to do otherwise? Yup, me too. My hairstylist must have thought she’d hit the jackpot when I agreed to purchase the shampoo and conditioner she’d recommended. I think my jaw nearly hit the floor when I found out the Kerastase product was $40… Per bottle! (Sorry hubby 😳) Besides the obvious financial reasons, this was an enormous mistake on my part because as it turned out, the stuff made my slightly processed hair feel like silk. I was smitten. Unfortunately, I couldn’t make this a habit, so I alternated use between it and my regular, Brilliant Brunette shampoo.

Before I knew it, I was all out. I’d had a great love affair with the product and now I was left to resume my boring, old routine. I had a connection with a stylist who got products at a discounted price, so I tried a few different $20 shampoos, but neither seemed to be an improvement from my drug store regular.

One day, while reminiscing about my luxurious lifestyle, I had an idea. A few times in my life, I’d used a deep conditioning treatment when I felt my hair needed some TLC. I was willing to bet that if I did those often enough, I’d notice a difference! I ran to Rite Aid and perused the shampoo aisle. I landed on L’Oreal’s Total Repair 5 Damage-Erasing Balm, simply because it was $7 and claimed to undo a year’s worth of damage with each treatment. I threw it into my routine, using it just once a week. It lasted me 8 weeks and worked like a rockstar for all of them.  

If you’re using an expensive shampoo and conditioner now, or you’d like the results of said products without the price, I highly recommend giving this routine a try. I can’t believe how much of a difference the extra three bucks per month has made on my hair AND my attitude. I’m back to living the luxurious lifestyle, or at least that’s what my hair believes.  

Monday Mischief

Just as I was trying to get out the door this morning, Berndt-pup hopped out the dog door with my pants in tow.  It can be difficult at times, but I encourage you to find the humor in frustrating situations.  I mean, how could I not smile? Apparently he wanted me to go to work this morning about as badly as I did. Happy Monday followers!!

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2016: The Year You Achieve

Is it just me or does every passing year feel like it moves quicker than the last? None the less, 2015 was a wonderful year for our family. We finished up renovations on our house, brought home Olive, our Bernese …