Self-control, Smelf-control

I really love to cook. I'm not good at it and am not brave at all when it comes to my culinary skills. I do NOT deviate from the cookbook. One of my favorite cook books right now is The Pioneer Woman Cooks. I love this cookbook because it gave me the recipe for this...

Do you see the markings? No, it wasn't a wild animal who attacked that delicious sheet cake. It was me ( I didn't eat all of it because I would not be writing this post due to a diabetic coma).

sigh...it was so good.

If you have this cookbook, MAKE.THIS.CAKE.

The one where I talk about if I'm ready to have a baby...

I've got baby fever y'all.

Well, I say that, I'm not really sure what that even means. I'm not really sure what I feel. How do you know when you're ready? Are you ever ready? I've been playing what I like to call the "number game" in my head. It goes like this..."I'm 25 now, if I get pregnant in September I'll be 26 and almost 27 by the time the baby gets here. Wait, I'm not sure if I'm ready, maybe I'll wait another year...WAIT then I'll be 28 (audible gasp)" This internal debate can last all day if I let it.

I pretty much felt my ovaries ache right after I walked down that aisle and said I do. I started talking to the Mr. about it when we were about six months into our marriage. He lovingly told me "Babe, I don't think we're ready." All I heard was HE wasn't ready. I'm ready...I want that cute little chubby baby on my hip (and Lord knows I have baby touting hips). To my dismay he kept telling me, I'm not ready, let's just enjoy us. It took a lot of patience and REALLY listening to what the other person is saying (hey that's what they say this marriage stuff is all about!). He was always really open and explicit about why he didn't think we were quite there just yet. I started thinking he was right and we put the whole baby thing on hold.

Then out of the clear blue sky my wonderful hubs tells me that he thinks he is ready to become a dad. Come again?? At first I was a little shocked and then....JOY. I can't wait to start turning us as a couple into a family. We're still seeking some wisdom and praying that this is the right time for us to become parents. Nothing is set in stone but we're both really excited....REALY EXCITED.

"I.can't.breathe."

So I am NO RUNNER...I would like to think that I am but I am in no capacity good at it. I prefer to run indoors, well, because of the obvious. I can control the climate (thank you wonderful, cooling, oscillating fan) and let's be honest that good ole treadmill helps a sister out with the give that it offers when you run on it. The Mr. and I are participating in a 4th of July of 5k here in our fair city (and when I say participate I mean I signed my husband up and told him later while he was eating pizza). I've been doing the whole couch to 5k thing on my iPhone. I'm around week 3 which I still find to be pretty easy (especially on our friend the treadmill). Our neighborhood is really safe and I feel completely comfortable jogging in it by myself. So, I lace my sneakers and sunglasses then head out the door. I live in Louisiana...we don't have spring. We have winter and summer. Those are our seasons. It was hot y'all. I mean hot. I just kept thinking, "It's hot, but it's going to be hotter on the day of the race." SO I start out and I think this isn't so bad, it's hot, but doable. I get into about minute 5 and I think goodness my throat is so dry, goodness my legs are really hurting...goodness I have ONLY BEEN DOING THIS FOR FIVE MINUTES. My legs felt stiff and nothing was fluid. I couldn't get a good breathing pattern going. I tried relaxing my shoulders. I told myself, "Self, you have breath in your lungs, just calm down and access it." Those thoughts of self doubt and negativity start creeping into your mind-"You can't do this, why would you think that you could?" "Just walk the whole way at least you tried." "You will never be a runner." Running for me really is a mind game. I've been really trying to, not ignore the negative talk, but identify it and realize why I'm thinking it and where it is coming from. I'm proud to say I finished the session even though I literally thought I might die on some person's front yard two streets over. It was worth it and I'm so glad (and proud) that I did it.

Be encouraged to always try and do things you are passionate about.

I can't get my blogging head on straight...

I had trouble figuring out what url I wanted to have ( wordpress, blogspot, etc.). There are a lot of choices out there and I was used to the google blog format so I went with that. This blog will kind of be a catch all for all things Brasher (if you hadn't figured out that's me and my Mr.). We have been married for a year in July and to me that is insanity. I can not believe we have been married for a year already. Ridiculous.

Well I guess I should explain a little about these broadmoor Brashers. Well first let me explain Broadmoor is the neighborhood we dwell in. It is the cutest little neighborhood in Louisiana. We love our house. We have two pups, Lola and Nellie, and we are thinking of expanding our little love nest to include a little bundle of baby goodness. I am a 2nd grade teacher at a fabulous school and the Mr. works his cute hiney off at a bank. We're pretty ordinary in many ways but we think we have an extraordinary kind of love. Okay, enough with ooky gooky love stuff.

Lastly, this blog will kind of be a vent session for my love/hate relationship with fitness and running. I know there are a lot of people/ladies who feel the same euphoric highs and gut wrenching lows when it comes to their exercise goals.

Happy Reading!!!