Part One-The Weight

Let’s get down to the nitty-gritty AND the real reason I started this blog.  I’m going to address the elephant in the room- myself.  Oh Julia! Unnecessary roughness!   Where should I begin? I have been denying that I needed to lose weight and get healthy for about the last say five, six, seven years. I think to myself, "Oh, you're fine. You’re only in a size 8, size 10, size 12!" THEN, I see a picture of a bleach blonde dumpy person myself and am shocked!  When did this happen?

 Let's go back in time, shall we? I've been lucky and growing up never really had a weight issue. In high school I ran cross country, played softball and other shenanigans but I would not say I was really all that athletic. I mean in cross country I was at the back of the pack. If it hadn't been for athletics I would have been hefty because I have a strong devotion to consume calorie enriched foods. 

Hello my name is Julia and I am a Reese’s peanut butter lovin’, nacho hoarder, Dr. Pepper guzzler, passionate junk food devourer and hold the unofficial honorary title of Donut Queen.   And my family is fantastic cooks of homemade cinnamon rolls, buttermilk pancakes, & cornbread.  We never met a carb we didn’t like.  Fast forward through high school and wham bam thank you ma’am I’m twenty & married with two kids.  The first kid I walked into L&D weighing 150 pounds and four weeks later was back to my pre-pregnancy weight of 105 pounds.
Then came the second kid, exactly two years later, and the weight after that continued to creep up and up and I completely ignored it by eating more food.  That’s the first problem.

The second problem is…a hereditary circumstance.  I’m a hobbit.  There I wrote it.  It’s true and I can’t deny that somewhere in my bloodline, I am first cousins to Frodo.  Other than the fact that I am not hairy and have relatively small feet, my physique is pretty spot on.



See the family resemblance?  I'm the one on the left.

Road Trip-Germany style

Dear Texas,

This past weekend we went on a road trip- Germany style.  Which means Autobahns, high speeds, and paying to potty. A little FYI on Germans and public toliets (WC or water closets to them), Germans will go to the bathroom anywhere.  I have seen more streams than I care to count.  I've learned to divert my eyes.  Hubster once saw a woman squatter.  Why do they all pee on the side of the road?  BECAUSE I don't know why, maybe because you have to pay to pee at gas stations.  I think it's well worth it because that means they have attendants which means clean water closets.  Well, worth the money honey!

 

It was spent in the beautiful Bavarian Alps.  It's about a five hour drive from home.

 

We spent Friday at the Partnach Gorge.

 

 

It was  a hike to the gorge so since Mama's lazy we were lucky enough to hop a board a horse & carriage.

(Of course, the girls were the most excited about it.)

 

 

 Brr rabbit.  It was cold.  You would think by now we would be use to the everchanging Germany weather but we are still learning our lessons.

 You walk through the gorge on a very wet, narrow AND

 

 

sometimes pitchblack path...

 

 

After getting wet and cold, we found the carriage left us so we had to hike back down on our own.

Miss. Priss thinks walking is for the birds.