I think I’m going through Grey’s Anatomy withdrawals. Oh, to find out what happens after the plane crash…will Derek lose his hand, and how dare they kill off Lexi? She was the best one!
Alrighty, on to the slenderizing progress…I mean, 25 pounds? Come on! Totally unfair. My husband’s pants are too big. His belt is nearly too big and we’ll have to get him a new one, and every time we go for a walk he’s got to stop and re-tie his pants. I mean, the ones I was wearing a month ago are too big too, but I am really competitively bothered by the whole “boys lose weight easier” load of crapola. I feel like that cartoon lady in the SlimQuick commercial, which I can’t take SlimQuick because I have high blood pressure. Grrr.
Oh, and my children are driving me crazy. I’m ready to give them away by the end of the day. They love each other so, and are having such a good time, but there’s likely a fine line between keeping your sanity and poor parenting and I think putting earplugs in to dull the screaming and shrieking might be that line. All that to say that we’ve been going on “family walks” / “efforts to get my burn in” torture sessions several nights a week with the whole brood & dog in tow. The man walks waaaaayyyy faster than me, so I’m hustling to keep up, and until yesterday, played the martyr and was doing that while pushing the stroller. Not anymore, the dog is the good kid. We have a training collar on her that we can buzz her when she gets out of line. There’s likely a market, but no CPS/DCF (whatever) approval on doing the same to your children to keep them in line. Plus, then they’ll be in a whole different kind of therapy than the average person when they are grown. So, there are some nights, like last night, when I don’t really need to exercise one more time…but I do to keep my husband company…that I feel like running away from home the whole time. Days when the constant chatter and noise of little voices has become too much for any grace or tolerance I can give them and the very last thing I want to do is push them around while they’re awake. Gone are the days when they’d actually fall asleep in the stroller. Hmmm…not exactly true, with 2 kids in a 1 kid stroller, there’s no sleeping. Perhaps if I actually broke down and bought a stroller made for 2, then maybe they’d fall asleep in their own compartment.
Well, there you go, evidence of my knack for making my life harder. As for me, I’m 2 pounds under pre-baby weight, which is also pre-wedding weight making it 20 pounds for me, in about 6 weeks. Though I’m starting to feel the pain of those BL contestants that are shocked when they gain weight or lose barely a pound in a week. I get it now, it sucks. Makes you want to eat a
cupcake cucumber for sure.