harrassed

okay - I have taken some flack for my new weight loss goals.
But first things first. WIPE -OUT : funny. will it continue to remain so? not sure. but george and I laughed our... we laughed a lot.

Secondly Mercer is sick. He gets out of bed last night and walks into the family room, throws up, then comes and tells us.
"I frew up."
"Where? In the bathroom? In your bed?"
"No. Over dare."

Poor guy. Fevery and throw-upy today. I think he watched the same Thomas video 4 times.

Now onto the meat. Literally.
Here is the plain truth. No sense in lying. I have 20 pounds to lose, people.
I am, for the time being, done having children. Now is my chance. I can see the golden doors of skinniness beaconing to me (not the golden arches), "Come back, we miss you... come back." And I am reaching out for the door handle, IN VAIN.

Here is why.

6:00 am - time for a run! (too tired. maybe tomorrow)
7:00 am - there's still time! (no, its sunny now. i can't find that missing earbud)
8:00 am - I am on the computer and I see a lindor ball. I eat it.
8:30 am - breakfast! all the kids race upstairs. I am so grouchy half the time because they all get to eat before me.... Finally I get to drown my sorrows in Honey Bunches of Oats mixed with Cocoa Krispies, or MultiBran Chex mixed with Chocolate Chex, or Frosted Shredded Wheat with Cinnamon Toast Crunch (you get the idea)
9:00 am - clean up breakfast AND find some cookies from last night to have for my breakfast dessert
10:30 am - I am snacky.... looking for... aha! Some Easter candy! score
12:00 - lunch. Grilled cheese, extra cheese. Or a turkey and cheese sandwich. Hold all the veggies. Or cheeseburger, shake and fries. Hold the veggies. Chocolate milk and please don't let the kids hear that I am into the cookie jar. I told them there weren't any left... Okay. NOW there's not.
3:30 pm - snack time. I eat whatever. Seriously. Craisins. Fruit snacks- Scooby, Barbie, Hotwheels - I am no fruit snack elitist. Graham crackers with frosting. Fritos. OCCASIONALLY I will cut up and an apple. And dip it in melted peanut butter and chocolate chips.
6:00 pm - dinner. Here I do okay. I loves salads as long as they don't include any iceberg lettuce or fresh squishy squashy tomatoes or avacado or olives or celery or mushrooms or anything gross. I like chicken. Let's get real - I love meats. And breads and rice... blah blah

Now that you are completely grossed out you get the idea and realize that around 9:30 pm or so, I am DQing some blizzards or popping corn.

Now is my time to change.
Not 100%. That's insane.
Just a few things here and there. No more eating.

Oh, I mean no more eating after 8 pm. And I don't really need dessert after breakfast. Or lunch. And I think I could get in a jog a few more times a week...

There you have it. I know some of you will never look at me the same. I just want to get back to my pre-children weight. Like when George first fell in love with me - back when I didn't even know what size I was because I didn't really pay attention to that stuff. I honestly couldn't even say what size I was all through high school (partly because I wore mostly random men's clothing from J.Crew or Eddie Bauer. No lie. It was not pretty. Lots of thermals and polo shirts back in the 90's) But I know how much I weighed right before D-House was in the picture and there's my goal...
a little def lep there for you.










and a wedding shot, just for kicks.