These are my confessions

I buy trigger foods - like Honey Bunches of Oats - because they are on sale and have a coupon. And then I proceed to eat two giant bowls because I want to and not because I'm hungry.

I find it hard to say no to co-workers when they wave coconut puffs of heaven in my face and taunt me with facts like, "They don't even have 70 calories."

I have a bite (or three) of Mark's ice cream each night, even if I just had my own portioned treat (read: Skinny Cow bar).

I bribe myself to drink water ... with Diet Coke.

I occasionally eat overly processed pre-packaged meals because they are convenient.

I sometimes make a 6-cup pot of coffee just for myself.

I reheat yesterday's coffee if I managed to stop myself at cup No. 4.

Sometimes that reheated coffee is the only thing that gets me out to run. That, and the hope that a run will put Miles to sleep.

I miss running 6-7 miles before work and sometimes wonder what I would do with myself if I didn't have a baby.

I get down on myself for not being able to run as fast as I used to. 

I walk around the house post-run in tights and a sports bra ... and I don't care that we have no curtains in the kitchen and my neighbors can see in.

I dream of having plastic surgery to remove the extra skin so I could care even less about my neighbors seeing my bare belly.

Unfortunately, more bare belly means more places off which Denali can lick sweat. I've given up stopping him.

I flip off the dog when he wakes up Miles.

I also flip off the dog when he steals my Weight Watchers Chocolate-Raspberry Ice Cream Bar while I'm trying to give Miles a bottle and feed myself.

Our bedtime routine, the one that's so important for babies, involves a bottle and "Wheel of Fortune." For everyone involved.

I am pretty sure Miles will flip off his kindergarten teacher and tell her to "leave it" and "no face" because that's what is said most often at our house.


I could never be a stay-at-home. I like eating my lunch with two hands too much. Even if said lunch is a pre-packaged Smart Ones.

What are your confessions?

Only a dream

I keep seeing them on Twitter. Those damn Spartans.

And while I wish they were of the Gerard Butler variety, they are more of the kick your ass variety.

The Spartan Race is an obstacle race ala the Muddy Buddy, Warrior Dash, Tough Mudder, Mud Run - well, you know what I mean. By the way, did you know there's a Hero Rush? It's an obstacle race designed by firefighters. Can we say yummy?

Anyway ... the Spartan Race looks absolutely bad ass in an epic sort of way. There are four different levels or races, so to speak - sprint, super, beast and death - all with their own challenges. However, according to their website, "There is fire, mud, water, barbed wire, and occasionally Hell on Earth. There WILL be obstacles to catch you off guard. Curve balls, so to speak. Get over it."

Sort of sounds like the HUFF, except you know in advance that you are paying for Hell on Earth.

Considering I rocked the HUFF (or something like it) I would be all about doing the Indiana Spartan ... but it's one week after the Martian Half-Marathon, and I need to be mindful of my race/traveling budget. Damn being a responsible grown-up!

Other races I'd like to do with an open-ended budget and schedule:

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Nike Women's Half Marathon. San Francisco. Tiffany necklaces. A group of amazing women. I'm not sure that there's anything more appealing than that (except my upcoming trip to NOLA with my BFF). I am sure it's an overpriced difficult race but I'd love to take a girls' weekend with all of my loves and enjoy all that San Fran has to offer and see the city in an amazing way.

Rock 'n' Roll Marathon Madrid. Ever since I got sucked into the Mario Batali-Gwyneth Paltrow tour through Spain that aired on PBS, I've been dying to go to Spain and more specifically Madrid. The food, culture, history, scenery - they all appeal to me, and we all know that one of the best ways to explore a new place is on foot.

Bourbon Chase. Relays are all the rage in the blog community it seems, with Ragnar being the top dog. This relay is a 200-mile journey across the Bluegrass State – through our historic bourbon distilleries, across our majestic horse country, and into our enchanting small towns. Mark and I took a vacation to Louisville just before I got pregnant, and we toured Maker's Mark and visited Heaven Hill. It was one of the best and most picturesque trips we've ever taken. I would love to relive it mile by mile. The race, which is in September, is already sold out for 2012 and teams will have to participate in a lottery for 2013. Who wants to start buying tickets now?

What is your dream race? Do you have anything exciting on the horizon?