Archive for May, 2005

Archive for May, 2005

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Tuesday, May 24th, 2005

As Morgan starts his terrible twos, I can instantly feel my hair turning white from the constant whining and complaining. For such a little boy, he has such a loud opinion. To make things worse, he watches his video of Elmo 5 times a day. I swear, Kim and I can’t watch TV on our HDTV and instead pushed into the other room to a nice 19″ tv.

But the bad moments outweigh those earpopping moments, when morgan speaks and sings! It’s the most exciting thing ever! Although he speaks mostly in Swedish and some English. I failed in teaching him korean, mainly because I felt uncomfortable teaching him.

If I start to completely be manipulated by my own 2 year old son, please record every episode of Nanny 911 and send it my way. But thank god, I don’t have one of those little devils on TV. hee hee.

Baby Flab

Tuesday, May 10th, 2005

As I look down my torso, I wonder “what the hell is that?” Is it love handles, loose skin, or literally baby fat? And as I grit my teeth and squeeze into my pre-baby jeans, I realize that it is a mixture of all three. The only solution is CARDIO! But no, I ain’t gonna run outside in the nice spring weather because of my allergies of some kinda messed up pollen. And I am chickens*** to go get tested. (no needles thank you.)

So I have tried some indoor activities.
YOGA: It’s nice and mild. But damn.. everytime I get into position I see my flab surrendering to gravity. Plank and downward facing dog is a no no.

PILATES: Here is the damn truth, you feel stupid doing them. Although you feel a slight burn, it’s like sitting in 5th grade gym trying to do stretch and warm up exercises. Ever seen a video of chinese kids in china doing exercises in gym class??? yeah, exactly.

TAE BO: Ok, so shoot me. Jen and Stephanie have seen my terrible coordination once.. and luckily they will never have to see it again. Tae bo cardio is not for stupid people like me flairing spaghetti arms and pathetic side kicks. I hate the fact of the super high tempo…but I guess that is the point.

I could just eat less. But you all know that is impossible. Why else would I marry a chef?

The solution? Gonna buy me some new jeans and do some good old fashion sit ups and push ups. hopefully it’ll get me somewhere.