Step on the scale Ma’am.

Today is weigh in day. I lost 6 pounds. It may sound like a lot to some people but it seems to be only a drop in the bucket for me. But for the first time since I was pregnant the scale is going down. Yes, I said since I was pregnant – in the first part of my pregnancy I lost 15 lbs, I never started actually gaining weight until about 6 months along or so.

It feels good for the scale to be going the other way for a change. I think I like it! And I feel like I’m still able to live. Last night some friends called to see if we wanted to go have Mexican for dinner. Now I LOVE Mexican food and it’s pretty much a ritual for Kev and I to split a bowl of queso. We love queso. So we meet our friends at the restaurant (On the Border – OTB). Kev asks me if it’s okay if he orders cheese – sure it is. Well he didn’t. He’s just like that. For the 9 months I was pregnant and unable to get into the hot tub – he didn’t either. He also wouldn’t drink around me, even tho I told him it was okay. He’s just that kind of guy – aren’t I lucky?

Anyway…I normally get the chicken chimichanga, it’s on of my favs! But not yesterday. Yesterday I ordered a chicken breast with 4 shrimp and black beans. I scraped the cheese and pico de gallo off the top and ate it plain (the chicken, silly not the cheese and pico). And I only ate about 4 chips, not my usual 4 baskets. I really think this was the jump start that I needed. I don’t feel any where near the edge of the wagon, so there is no fear falling off it any time soon.

The exercising is starting out a little slower for me, but that’s okay. I am sure that will feel better soon as well. I probably should have worked out this morning, but in case you can’t tell… man I love me some sleep!

Thanks for all the encouragement you guys have been leaving in the comments. It really helps.

Hey Steph, I know what they say about soft drinks, but I am one of those weird birds – I don’t’ drink pop. I pretty much only drink water now, with an occasional iced tea (brewed straight up- no sugar) or glass of milk. I haven’t drank pop for probably 20 years, except maybe the occasional ice cold Coke with a slice of pizza and I did have a pop craving when I was pregnant, but that’s it. But basically I don’t like it. I can’t imagine how much I’d weigh if I did drink pop. hehehe

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In other news…

You know with all these food recalls (peanut butter, cat and dog food) I am starting to see a pattern. All these big label makers get their food from the same place others do, like Wal-mart, Kroger and Safeway. So why am I spending so much to feed my two dogs and two cats (and believe me, it’s a lot) Iams when I think I can buy Wal-mart and get the same stuff??? Anyone?? When I looked at this website that lists all the brands the recalled food is sold under, it really makes me think. Oh and don’t worry, I don’t feed my pets wet food. But you should already know this because if one of my animals got sick because someone accidentally put rat poison in the food – I would have posted about it… probably in all caps.

diet crap-o-rama

Well day 4, so far so good. I have done the treadmill twice this week (that’s sounds kinda kinky “done the treadmill” – but believe me, it’s not like that!) Body for Life is pretty strict – you should be doing cardo every other day and weight training on the off days. But I’m not interested in going all gongho for two weeks and then being exhausted and giving up, because I didn’t pace myself.

I really wanted to get up and workout on Tuesday, but instead I laid in bed wishing for so more sleep. Only to lay there thinking of a 101 excuses and reasons why I should not get up and work out. Morning brain won that fight. Why does sleep have to be like heroine? Why can’t I just decide what I am going to do the next morning (before I go to bed) and have that be the same thought process I wake up with. I see a real flaw in the human body here. I guess sleep is like heroine in more than one way: it’s addictive and mind altering!

I am also re-reading the South Beach Diet book.

Recent conversation with my doctor:

Doc: Have you considered the South Beach Diet?

Me: yea… I read the book… but I didn’t lose any weight.
I bet my doc loves me.

Anyway, the issue I have with the South Beach Diet is for the first few weeks you can’t eat fruit. Now I can understand no potatoes, no pasta, no rice, no bread… shit like that I understand, but no fruit. How healthy can it be? So I’m leary, but optimistic. Perhaps I can come up with a new way of eating and exercising that works for me. Lord knows I have read enough nutrition books to be considered an expert. I just needed to break my current cycle and do something new to get out of the rut. Wendy’s will miss me! And Starbucks – I bet their stock has dropped – I haven’t been there for weeks! I do feel like I am eating healthier (not that I ate all that unhealthy before). Honest, I don’t know how I got to be the size of a house.

According to the scale, a bit of weight has come off, but I am going to wait until Friday to see how much I have lost for the week. We are doing the contest at work again and we weigh in on Fridays.

They say the first day is the hardest.

I started Body for Life today. It almost scares me how easy it was to get up and get on the treadmill this morning. I walked for 20 minutes, varying my intensity level as described in the book. Why Body for life? Good question. I have done it before and really felt my body change within 6 weeks. I wasn’t just getting smaller, but I was really changing the ratio between body mass and muscle. I don’t know why I didn’t continue or how I got to the point where I am now – the heaviest I have ever been. But here I am.

I hope to keep you updated more often as well.

Mail time.

Ok so yesterday was March 12th. Ring a bell for anything? If you remembered the
12 of 12 then you are one step ahead of me… I forgot. Hunter has been sick for several days. I thought he was getting better Sunday since his temp of 102+ had finally gone away. Well Monday morning (late morning – 6AM-ish, not early when he first got up at 4 AM) his fever had returned with a vengeance – 102 again. So we went to the doctor to find out he has another ear infection (do you think they make this up?) They always say he has an ear infection, but how am I supposed to tell. He doesn’t tug on his ear, it doesn’t get red, so what’s the big tell-tale sign?

Just because I’m a dork and forgot all about the 12 of 12 doesn’t mean you should go and have a look. I will try to remember next month. Plus I may just throw some pics in this month just to feel better. I can’t believe I forgot.

I have some letters to write today…

Dearest Hunter,

You know Mommy loves you more than anything. Every time you sneeze it’s like Christmas… I have to run over and see what kind of present you have left me on your upper lip. I know you can’t help this and I am sorry I have to wipe your nose and use that blue sucky thing you hate so much. I just wish you would feel better and would resume your regularly scheduled sleeping schedule. Up every hour or two is kicking your dear Mommies ass!

Love you tons!
Mommy

Dear Target Parking Nazi,

No really… you take that parking spot up by the door I was waiting for. I’m sure your existence is way more important than mine. Besides, who doesn’t love to walk from no-where-land with a sick baby, just to get a prescription filled. I wish I had the courage to leave you a note written in the salty dirt on your fancy-smancy SUV. I would have wrote: I hope you fuck better than you park. (I stole that from someone but I am going to use it anyway). But I guess that really wouldn’t have applied, you parked fine, you just did it quickly without regard for anyone else…. Well perhaps that is the way you fuck too.

Remember, karma’s a bitch,
Sher

Dear Brain,

I know life has been weird for you lately. Lack of challenges and all. But when I get up every couple of hours to tend to my sick son, it would be great if you didn’t get all awake on me. 11:30, 12:45, 1:30, 3:00, 3:30, 4:15 and especially 4:45 are not the best time for you to be doing 100 miles an hour. We should all be doing our part to live a long and happy life, but if you insist on being a night owl, we are all going to die very, very young and very, very tired.

Thanks for thinking of us…
The rest of Sheryl’s body.

Dear Big Brown Dog,

If you needed a Kleenex all you had to do was ask. It was completely unnecessary for you to rip open a three-pack of large Kleenex boxes and spread them all over the living room floor. I would have gladly given you what you needed. Oh and if you just wanted to chew on some cardboard, there were plenty of empty boxes in the basement. There really was no need to shred the boxes where the Kleenex used to live.

Love,
Mom

Dear George W,

I think it would be swell if you could find a way to divert some of the billions and billions of dollars that you are spending making sure Bagdad gets on it’s feet over here to Michigan. We are quickly losing ground here; people are being laid off, our unemployment rate is way higher than the national average and the economy just sucks. I’m sure it’s because we are so heavily into the automotive market which is taking a giant dump. I just thought it might be a neat idea to spend some of American’s hard earned dollars over here… you know… in AMERICA!

Love ya – not!
A hard-working, tax-paying American citizen.

P.S. you’re a dumb-ass.

If you are a parent…

…and you want to do right by your kids. Please go read this.

I stumbled across it via a link on Morphing into Mama

The new “f-word”

After right-winger Ann Coulter used the “f-word” to slam

Now hold on one cotton-pickin’ minute! (I can still say “cotton-pickin”, can’t I?) There is only ONE “f-word” and we shouldn’t be making new ones – it will be way too confusing. Or have we switched? Is fuck now to be referred to as the “f-bomb” and any form of the word fag now should be referred to as the “f-word”. I don’t know about you, but I think of a cigarette when I hear the word fag. Maybe cigarette should just be “c-word”… oh hell that won’t work… that’s taken too.

Ok, so if I have this straight… now we can only have 26 words we can’t say and have to refer to as the first letter followed by “-word”… this is just going to get too confusing. According to George Carlin, there are only seven dirty words you can’t say on television, but two of them start with the same letter – so we already have issues.

Let’s see:
a-word
b-word - which one: bitch, bastard or bugger
c-word (I see trouble here)
d-word - dumbass is much more fun to say
e-word – well here’s and extra one. We probably shouldn’t use it anyway – you may offend someone named Edward.
f-word (again, too many uses)
g-word – umm… is the socially acceptable version of g-spot?
h-word - how we should now refer to Howard K Stern
i-word - can we switch from the Internets to the I-word - should we still capitalize it??
j-word - since my last name used to be Johnson, I vote for using the J-word instead. It would have made my life easier.
k-word - “watch your language in front of my K-word”
l-word - is love a bad word now?
m-word
n-word – taken
o-word - I think the “big O” is safe.
p-word - is it wrong to use this for the word pee. (am I the only one laughing here?)
q-word
r-word
s-word
t-word
u-word
v-word
w-word
x-word
y-word
z-word

Well I see a bunch that aren’t used.

You know this is really getting way to confusing. They have started censoring our music… okay, whatever… but be consistent people. You bleep out “cocaine” from the words by Kid Rock’s Picture…”Been fueling up on cocaine and whiskey” but then a few minutes later they play Eric Clapton’s song: “Cocaine” with has the word cocaine in it no less than 10 times and nothing gets bleeped.

How come they can say “son of a bitch” on TV but shit is a no-no? Personally I think it’s less offensive to call some on a shit then to call them a son of a bitch. But that’s just me.

No consistency. No wonder I’m confused. I think I’ll stick to using asshat, who-ha, crap-o-rama and fuck.

Maybe Snoop Dogg was on to something… fo’-shizzle my nizzzle.