the fresh perspective…

Bio-Oil

We don’t sell this at the shop but I like to review products that I actually use.  Some of you may be familiar with this product if you have given birth.  It’s most known for reducing stretch marks and getting rid of unsightly skin scars and discolorations.

Once your body has been ravished with stretch marks, there is a high possibility that they will never leave you.  This product smooths them out and makes your skin feel so, so, so, so, so soft.  So soft.

The oil has a light scent as is quite light surprisingly.  I used it for three months last year and eventually switched to cocoa butter after that run.  I’m back for another three-month round and I’m positive the results will be even better yet.  Like I said earlier, the oil will not remove your stretch marks all together, but it does lighten them up and make your skin supah smooth and soft.

Try Bio-Oil if you have issues with the state of your skin. Also, you can get it for the lowest price at Superstore.  That’s the fresh perspective…

sweatpants and vanity…

Well today was my first day back to the gym after the birth of my second child…shout out to @coachbeaks at MPS!  Anyways, I’ve been dreading this day for the whole nine months I was pregnant.  I gained an impossible amount of weight and knew the dawning of this day was only a matter of time.

...just need the top of this muffin off...

Last week I went to sev in some rough-looking sweatpants and my grade twelve hoodie.  It was crazy cause I thought to myself, “self, should I be going out in public like this?” I answered yes and went.  Can I just tell you that some young man (god bless him) commented on how pretty I was?  I couldn’t believe it?! I looked like a hot mess and I still garnered some positive attention.  It’s too easy to just slack off and think that things are just fine the way they are even if we know we have pregnancy pounds to lose.  It would have been nothing for me to just take the compliment and accept my squishy physique. I know I don’t look horrible, but I know even more that at the weight I am, I don’t feel healthy.  I am prepared to go the distance no matter how hard it’s going be.  Why is complacency accepted when it comes to making decisions about how we look?  How many times have you heard or told someone, “you’re not that big, or that hair color isn’t too bad.”  Why do we  want the people we care about, or even ourselves to just settle?  It isn’t being vain, it’s caring. Unfortunately most times, folks will label it vanity.

Hello good lookin'!

Wanting to make a standing appointment for your hair cut so you never look dishevelled, or applying a little blush even if you are going to sev in paint stained sweatpants isn’t a display of vanity but  a display of caring about your appearance.  Looks aren’t the most important things in the world but  your appearance does make a huge impact on how others see you and how you carry yourself. Don’t get complacent about where you are in life and don’t just accept the way you treat yourself. Spend a little extra time on your lid in the morning or go to the gym a few times a week.

We can’t always look perfect on the outside but on the inside we should always strive to care about ourselves. If even in sweatpants (not the lululemon type either. Picture paint stained and almost see through. Man, what was I thinking..) I can get a nice complement then maybe I looked alright?  I do know that I felt great in my sweatpants and maybe that was all it was…

Peace

Take me out to the ball game…or maybe not

Just came back from  a baseball game and was having the time of my life when I got this nasty leg cramp! Yup, bottom of the seventh and I am breathing like I was in a lamaze class.  Picture it. Hee, hee, hoooooo…. It was awful! I had to stand up and try to get through it.  People are looking at me and my nine month belly as I’m breathing (like I was in labour) trying not to cry/laugh and be overcome with humiliation.  I believe there are some photos of me in mid-cramp that look like I’m about to deliver a child.

Let me just say, that there is nothing more humbling than having an excellent leg cramp in the middle of a baseball game where everyone is staring at you because, a) you’re nine months pregnant, and b) you’re trying everything in your power to try and look ‘cool’. I couldn’t even sit down because my leg wouldn’t bend!  I had to stand till it went away. Sigh… To make matters worse some geriatric lady was mad and wanted me to sit down because she couldn’t see the game! What?!  Are you for real?!  You think I’m just standing and breathing like a douche face because I think it’s funny?!  Do you?!  Really?!  What a loser (definitely not a winner)…. It took everything in me not to tell her off afterwards.  It didn’t even matter to me that she looked about 110 years old, I was pissed! Who talks like that…..

I’m not even sure there is a lesson to be learned here.  All I know is at least I didn’t go into labour….  What if I did.  I bet geriatric lady would have told me to be quiet because she couldn’t hear the announcer….  Oh, I’m sorry.. I’m just HAVING A BABY!! No biggie… I will add that while I was leaving the game I gave her a sideways look.  You know the type.  I’m lookin’ at you, but am I?….  Sideways…  She felt it…

The Goldeyes lost 6-3.  We left at the bottom of the eighth.

Peace

Heat Wave…

Last night I went out with some friends and we thought we should sit out on the patio and enjoy this last month of summer.  BIG MISTAKE!! It was so hot that I could feel the sweat literally dripping down my back. After 20 minutes in the heat we had to eat our dinner inside.  There was nothing we could do about the heat. Nothing.  When you’re that hot you can’t get more naked than naked and even then, you can’t be out in public. Naked. Living in Winnipeg is frustrating because we don’t get nice summers all the time.

There was a time when the summers were so great and you could count on them like clock work.  In the past few years our summers have been bad.  Either it was too cold, rained too much, too many mosquitoes…just crappity, crap, crap.  Now it’s hot, and in consecutive days to boot, and here I am pseudo complaining?!  What the truck?!   I love to sun bathe but being 37 weeks pregnant really puts a damper on the sunning thing.  Doesn’t feel good to lay in the sun when parts of your body are in constant contact with other parts of your body….

The heat may be good for your skin but it does some sick van damage to you hair.  Winnipeg humidity can take the best tresses and turn them into limpy, frizzy, poofy awfulness.  My recommendation for times like this is to just get it up and outta sight.  Load your hair up with some product and just pile it on top.  If your locks are short maybe throw a braid it the front to get it off your face and let the rest lie as it may.  The braid will give some interest to the sadness that is your hot mess of a hair do.  Braids are actually a great way to wear your hair during times like these… Too short in the front for a braid?  Just twist it back and pin, or stick a headband in it.

At the end of the day, I shouldn’t even complain ’cause by October things will get real chilly and then what?  A whole new ball game that is ice cold…  As hot as it gets, or is going to get, lets try to enjoy the heat.  Nothing lasts forever and if you have an air conditioner you’re laughing.  If not… well, nothing to laugh about.  At all…

Peace

New month, new ‘tude

So here we are again…

This month is going to be bananas!! I have so much going on and I know that the month WILL fly by faster than normal.  Wanna quick synopsis? Well I’m giving it to you anyways…  I got a friend visiting from Ireland (gotta chill with her a few times), gotta a wedding to attend, a few classes to teach, two bridal showers, a Dr’s appointment for the status of my fetus (I’m due in 5 weeks), a pseudo baby shower, a T.V. interview and um yeah, a dinner party.  Yowza!

This month my attitude is gong to be new and improved.  Not that my attitude as of late has been stank, but I think that I should probably ship up for the busy month that I have in front of me.  I find that when I have stuff going on, a little pep talk to get me in the zone has never hurt.  Actually, it helps me focus on the tasks that need to get done.  Fortunately, when this month is over I should have a new small child and have accomplished so much.  Whew…

So, here I go…

Peace

Pregnancy Brain… sigh…

I’m gonna go out on a limb and say that this is scientifically proven. Pregnancy brain that is… Ok, I read about it in a pregnancy book and for someone who triple prides themselves on their memory, I must say, I am plagued.

I had some sweet plans for today’s blog entry and now have drawn a complete blank. Maybe I need Sudoku for women who are with child or something like that. I would really like to know why my body/brain is on the fritz. Ok, obviously my body but mostly my brain. What makes the memory go during these nine months? I know that with age your memory wanes, but while you’re pregnant too? The crazy thing is that other women I’ve spoken with will say it never comes back. What?! I am going to do everything in my power not to be a casualty of pregnancy brain! I’ll keep y’all posted..

By the way I haven’t exposed my unpolished toes yet but when I do, 2 weeks baby!

Peace