Okay kiddies, I did a little ditty on KUTV this morning on "gym bag essentials"... and in case you're after any of the products I talked about, here's where you can find them:
1. Celsius Pre-workout Beverage:
-Drink Celsius 15-20 minutes before hitting the gym to power up
-Celsius is scientifically proven to burn additional calories, reduce body fat and boost your metabolism.
2. Hope Paige Silicone Watch:
-Comes in 4 colors and a bright rubber material that is durable and waterproof
-All watches come engraved with wearer’s medical information in case of an emergency
3. 4id’s PowerBudz Ear buds:
-4id has created “glow” headphones that work during nighttime runs or at the gym while working out
-Buds come in 4 colors and 3 settings: pulse, flash, and off – so you can use them any time of day.
4. CENergy’s Amino Plex:
-Amino Plex reduces soreness, elevates ATP levels and promotes
additional fat burn as well as increases future endurance levels
-Take one scoop with water, milk or in a smoothie after a workout
5. Medifast Chewy Protein Bar:
-Comes in two flavors: Cookie Dough Chewy Bar and Peanut Butter Chocolate Chip Chewy Bar
-110 calories, 3 grams of fat, 11 grams of protein, 24 vitamins and minerals per serving and are kosher dairy
6. ColdEeze Cold Remedy Oral Spray:
-Oral Spray is Clinically proven to shorten the duration of a cold by almost half
-Great for gym-goers 12 and up
And here's the segment itself in all its glory:
It was a fun time! I do think it's pretty hilarious that they asked me to talk about products
that will help get your "beach body" ready... when all summer long I will
be a beached whale. Not being unkind to myself at all, it's just how everyone
feels whilst pregnant. But don't you worry. I fully embrace it! I've been going to my aerobics and xtend barre classes in maxi dresses and moo moos and theyre here to stay all summer long! I actually went into macey's the other day for some groceries in a huge pink nightgown that says "Super Mom" across the chest. That's just how I roll.
This summer is so incredibly jam packed for us. I don't know why towards the end I got all anxious for the school year to get out so our family could "relax" and "take it easy". That idea is just delusional. We've been running around like chickens with our heads cut off... (no pun intended... and that won't even be funny in a minute when I tell you what recently happened at our house).
My husband did the dirty dash with some of his work people a couple weeks ago and we made the trek up to Soldier Hallow. And while I was originally signed up to do it with him, I opted out when I realized a baby bump was on its way. I couldn't quite see myself doing an obstacle course/slip 'n slide through several feet of mud in this condition. I was happy to make the drive through Provo canyon though.
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here's our favorite boy after the finish line!!! Now, I know I said this already on instagram, but I feel that it merits repeating on the blog, in case I'm prone to forget.
*Dearest future
Meradith, I just want to remind you what this is like... Especially if
you're pregnant, to sit and bake in the sun for 3 hours waiting...
Waiting for him to start the race, waiting for him to run the race,
waiting for him to stand in horrendously long lines afterward to get
hosed off... Let me remind you that there's no shade anywhere in site at
this place and your kids will be real grumpy and then so will you. And
you'll have one child that will run away from you when you're distracted
for five seconds trying to spot your husband in the miles of
covered-in-mud clone participants and then you will have to search
through hoards of more covered-in-mud clones for a good 10-15 minutes
yelling for said child with her sister and praying/cursing her name in
your heart. And then you'll find her petting a dog off the beaten track
and you'll be forced to admit to the dog's owner that you might have to
"kill this child" upon retrieving her...But then you'll have to wipe all
curmudgeoness off your face and shout hooray when he comes back with
friends and co-workers, because you're proud of him, darn it, and this
is all about having fun and you're being a real Debbie Downer. I'm just
sayin... maybe you could get sick next year when this race comes to
town. Get really really sick. And while we're at it, just don't be pregnant again next summer.
Don't even think about it.
Aside from all that, we had a real blast I tell you!
Aside from all that, we had a real blast I tell you!
Remember how I can't blog without telling you a story about our chickens? Well we lost one recently:(. A big golden lab that was visiting our next door neighbor jumped over our fence and killed on of our best layers, Zoe. I'm telling you, I'm not cut out for this stuff. I'm no farm woman. I'm no pioneer. I don't deal with death very well, of anything. There I was, yelling at my kids to stay inside to keep them from seeing that poor hen on the grass while I bustled around trying to herd the other three. But then I had to tell them what happened. And my tender hearted Lucy sobbed and howled for two hours straight. And then woke up the next morning throwing up and cried some more. She kept sobbing, "Zoe!!! She's really super dead! She's dead! My heart is broken!" I kept a straight face for her but don't think I didn't burst into ugly face sobs as soon as I was out of her sight. Not for the chicken necessarily, but for her broken heart! But maybe just a little for both. I mean come on, I talk big sometimes but I'm terribly soft. We cry a lot in our family. We laugh as much as we cry, but both are a lot. Whew.
Here she is holding Zoe's last egg.
Thankful my husband came home early from church meetings to rescue his little daughter from her despair and give that hen a proper burial. He's the best. And then we all gathered around and sang, Oh Zoe girl in the tune of Oh Danny Boy. Oh man I wish we really would have now that I come to think of it.
RIP Zoe. You know I've heard all my life that all chickens go to heaven, and you're lucky I didn't take you off the earth myself that time I came running outside to my baby Isla screaming because you had her backed up against a tree trying to hen peck the dickens outta her. I'm sorry I chased you around the yard trying to club you with a heavy tree branch in my Sunday dress, and I'm sorry for when I actually did club you and send you flying into the air like a grand slam hit outta the park. Well, I'm not actually that sorry, because you were attacking my baby, but what I'm saying is I hope we can be friends on the other side and laugh about it all, and we can hi-five (hi-wing) about all of our memories.
Here she is holding Zoe's last egg.
Thankful my husband came home early from church meetings to rescue his little daughter from her despair and give that hen a proper burial. He's the best. And then we all gathered around and sang, Oh Zoe girl in the tune of Oh Danny Boy. Oh man I wish we really would have now that I come to think of it.
RIP Zoe. You know I've heard all my life that all chickens go to heaven, and you're lucky I didn't take you off the earth myself that time I came running outside to my baby Isla screaming because you had her backed up against a tree trying to hen peck the dickens outta her. I'm sorry I chased you around the yard trying to club you with a heavy tree branch in my Sunday dress, and I'm sorry for when I actually did club you and send you flying into the air like a grand slam hit outta the park. Well, I'm not actually that sorry, because you were attacking my baby, but what I'm saying is I hope we can be friends on the other side and laugh about it all, and we can hi-five (hi-wing) about all of our memories.
