Down 4.6 lbs as of Tuesday. But had Wendy’s for lunch and now want to shoot myself with guilt.
Arizona trip coming up, we leave Friday. It will be nice to just get the hell out of dodge for a while.
Buns started crawling. I still can’t get over the fact that every time he sees me he smiles. Even if he looks away for a minute or I look away, when he turns back he smiles. Melts my heart.
Ok, so I am on Week 3 and I’ve lost 2.5 lbs. I don’t really notice a physical difference yet, but mentally it’s great to see the numbers. I went to three different meetings (on Slootie’s excellent advice) and found a meeting leader I really like. She’s absolutely in love with the buns which is nice because I pretty much have to bring him with.
Boo is hilarious. After a few months in French Immersion school her articulation is astounding. She told hubbin her Christmas list last night, but it includes gifts for everyone. I’ve recreated it here….
For Daddy - a CD with Batman on it.
For Mommy - a rose with no bees
For the Buns - a rocket ship (then she made a rocket ship take-off noise)
For Her - a work bench for her tools so she can help fix things.
I’ve racked my brain and checked my calendars and even looked at the archives of MDC and checked my sent e-mails. I’m pretty sure that I’m very, very, VERY late with my period. This wouldn’t normally shock me, but hubbin and I have been wink wink, say no more lately and I’m trying to count days (which I haven’t had to do in FOREVER) and I’m positive that it’s been over 31 days since my last P. A recent pregnancy test came back negative, but even if that’s the case, I SO don’t want to get pregnant right now. I called my Dr. to get on the pill. Hi, I’m 16 again.
(Actually that’s bullshit since I didn’t have sex until I was 18 and didn’t get on the pill until college. I guess I’m just prorating for inflation).
I hate even admitting that this is happening but it’s true. Slootie totally inspired me to join WW. she did it earlier in the year and has lost 50 lbs. She’s smokin’ hot too. So now I’m measuring food and counting points and it’s awesome in the way that little organizational tasks get me off, but SO SO SOOOO LAME. I’ve spent years making fun of women who pass by a Halloween Oreo and say, “No, it’s too many points and I can’t afford it.” Bah! Now I’m one of them.
I desperately need the help though. The personal training thing isn’t working out with the buns here all the time and constantly needing my attention. But I can commit to dumping the kids with hubbin and getting to a meeting once or twice a week - if one is on the weekend.
So my goal is to lose 10% and my darlings, there is no way in hell that I will admit to you what that number actually is, since it’s too painful for me. But in the spirit of accountability, let’s just say it’s over 20 lbs. I have my plan set out for today but need to hit the store for this week. Guh!
Wish me well.