The diamond that's this girl's best friend

I've lost another pound in the last 2 weeks, and while I'm very excited to tell you that I've dropped almost 2 pant sizes, something even better has happened.

I had to take off my engagement and wedding rings when I was 7 months pregnant with the Princess, and haven't been able to fit them on since. (That's pushing 5 years for those that need help with the math!) Countless people have told me to just get my rings re-sized, and Hubs was threatening to pawn them if I didn't, but that would have felt like accepting the weight as permanent and mine. I wouldn't have been able to blame it on the babies anymore.

But! Pa-dah!

Hmm...looks like I oughta get those babies cleaned and polished....and what's with those red and chapped dishpan hands? Winter, begone!

Ok, so maybe I've still got a LITTLE phobia about scales....

Hubs: "So how's the diet going? You look great...how much have you lost now?"

Me: "I'm not sure....I haven't weighed myself in a bit."

Hubs: "So hop on the scale now, I want to know."

Me: "I'm too lazy to do it now."

Hubs: "Too lazy? The scale's right there!"

Me: "I know, but I'm already dressed, and I only weigh myself butt naked."

Hubs snorts

Me: "It's too late today anyway."

Hubs: "How can it be too late?"

Me: "I only weigh myself first thing in the morning....right after I've been to the bathroom, and before I've had anything to eat or drink."

Hubs: "Lady, you've got a problem. You need help."

Hmmm....glad I didn't tell him that I also make sure that Bad has just nursed, just in case an excess supply of breast milk should skew my results....maybe I could use some therapy....
However, to end the suspense for all of us, this morning I got on the scale. I'm down 16 pounds from when I started - that's halfway to my goal!

Hungry....

I'm down another 2 pounds this week. But I'm hungry today. I ate the same breakfast I usually eat, and I had coffee and a cookie, and then I had to take the kids outside (and it's freezing!) just to keep myself from eating again before lunch. I just had lunch, and I made myself a cup of tea, and already I keep glancing at the kitchen!

The Princess has swimming today, so if I can keep myself out of there until we leave at 3:30, I'll be safe until we get home, and then it's time to make dinner anyway, so I'll be fine.

I have no idea why I'm so hungry today....

No bikini for Badness

I was holding my shirt up and lamenting the condition of my stomach to Hubs this morning. "I knew that the skin would never be the same after Bad was born, but I think it might be getting worse now that I'm losing weight. I think the fat was helping to plump things out. It's saggy and wrinkled! Wah!!"

Hubs lifted his shirt and patted his own tummy and said, "I think your tummy's cute, but you don't have the sexy firmness I do."

"I want skin like the Princess!" I whined.

I hadn't realized that the girlie was listening in until she piped up, "Mommy, but my skin is SO soft!"

"I know....that's why I like it." I crouched down to look at her and she patted my cheek. "Don't worry mommy, you can touch my skin!"

"I can?"

"Sure!" And off she pranced, having solved all the problems of the world.

I want skin like the Princess....wah!!! And I could do with a dose of her attitude, too.

The good, the bad, and the ugly....but not in that order

It was a long weekend. The boy was up coughing again, and my husband has a cold. He didn't drag himself out of bed until 11:30 yesterday. I don't seem to recall being allowed to sleep in when I was sick....and he was on holidays. Apparently he has a Man cold, and that's different.

I didn't get out to run either. I walked a couple times. But! I ate really well and I lost 6 pounds! I posted on the weekend about losing 5, and then I got on the scale before posting this morning...just in case...and I'd lost one more! If I keep this up I may just get over my phobia of scales.....

And Bad! Drank out of a bottle yesterday! 5 ounces! I may actually be able to wean him before he starts Kindergarten! Woohoo!

Christmas, you b*tch!

Um, remember how I said I wanted to lose 25 lbs? Well I got on the scale again on Saturday, and it appears that I want to lose 32. I gained 7 lbs! on the holidays. Sigh, I guess these weren't such a good idea. Moving on. I spent all last week getting ready to lose weight. I emptied the house of crap, I planned meals, I shopped for all manner of fruits and veggies. I made low-fat muffins to freeze, and a huge pot of vegetable soup to keep in the fridge that I can eat guiltlessly when needed to get me through the first week. I bought myself a pretty little notebook to write down everything I eat. I've made it two days, and already I feel virtuous. The trip we're planning to Florida is providing a nice little incentive to get on with it already. I don't think I'll be able to lose all of it by then, but I would like to lose the first 20. So make me accountable friends. I'm going to step on the scale every Monday and tell you how I've done.

Running update: A combination of snow, ice and a hacking cough like a 3-pack a day habit have kept me from running. I fell down our front stairs holding Bad on Christmas Eve and banged up my leg, but I'm lucky I didn't hurt any joints. I have been walking almost daily, and now that the snow is melting I will speed up once more.

And if you're not sick of my diet talk yet....