Weigh in Wednesday

I have made it to 146. I am so excited. I still have a ways to go but still. I haven't been that small in so long. Around here that isn't what I say, I say I haven't been that healthy in a long time. I don't want Kati, or Bear for that matter, to think you have to be small. We are all built different and I just want their mind set to be for health. But for me, I know that I can be smaller, never tiny and always with big hips but I'm okay with that.

I have been working out with the 30 Day Shred. Yesterday while watching the biggest loser Kati said, "Mom, that girl has the same name and the same voice of the girl from your workout video."

The kids have been really excited about exercising and it nice to not just be alone in the room doing it. I wish you could see Bear doing butt kicks, Timothy doing crunches and Kati doing squat punches. They are a ball.

If you want a really good work out you should try it. I thought I might die after the first day. And the next morning I almost fell down when I got out of the bed but it was just because I am so out of shape. I was fine by day three. Jillian really pushes you in the video, by the end my hair is wet from sweat, even the tops of my toes feel sweaty. I can see results and I'm not even being that good about doing it everyday.

146, I can't believe it. It makes me believe 130 is possible.

I love my boy with a deep unimaginable love

Kati: Mom! You've got to come see this!

Bear: It's a dead rollie pollie! You've got to touch it!

Me: No, I think I'm good guys.

Bear: Okaaay, but you're missing out.

I don't know what is up with my camera lately (or the photographer) but things aren't coming out right. Can you see her bruise? It's a whopper.

She told me she tripped over a pretend apple at church. When asked if she cried she beamed no. Someday all our kids are going to be in therapy and it will be my fault.

"Rub some dirt on it!" is what we say.

If you ask me that boo-boo deserved some tears maybe even a not nice word or too, not that I am speaking from experience.

Ewww

First I should say that this picture doesn't even come close to capturing the disgusting mess that is now my car.

Sunday the kids had their award ceremony for AWANA and I was so proud of them. There was to be an ice cream social afterwards but by the time I rounded up all our things and took Kati and Bear to the bathroom there was no where for us to sit as a family and still a long line to actually get ice cream. I threw caution to the wind and decided we would go out for ice cream, don't ask me what I was thinking. Anyway I figured the best bang for my buck would be a cookie monster from Cheddar's. That way we would only get one and share, it would cost less than ice cream for everyone and it would go faster.

When I pulled into Cheddar's parking lot I was so excited to get a spot right up close (after I waited for the drunk girl to get out of the way). We went in ordered right away and had a delightfully messy time. Thirty minutes later, thirty minutes, when I went outside that is how I found our car. Gross. I jokingly told the kids to quickly get in so we wouldn't get pooped on. That worked out just fine for them, not just fine for the person who has to buckle them in. And that's all I have to say about that.

Could someone please tell me what it is I am growing?

Jeffrey will tell you that I don't have a green thumb, whatever the opposite of green is, well that is what I have. My honey loves to ask people why they would want to be so cruel to a plant when I receive them from other people. And he is right. I once killed a cactus.

I do however want to have a green thumb and I love flower pots. In fact there is one a Wal-mart that has been calling to me now for months but I have shown marvelous restraint and not purchased it. I am embarrassed to admit that as of right now I have four flower pots sitting on my porch with nothing in them and one that has a severally struggling aloe vera. And then there is the pot pictured above. I have no idea what that is. I should tell you that I put several different seeds in there over the years and I have seen some squirrels bury things there. I have planted blue bonnets, onions, various flowers and I know that some pumpkin seeds from our jack 0 lantern fell in there as well.

I'm guessing pumpkin and that may be just wishful thinking on my part since I love them. Jeff said maybe I can grow one in the shape of the pot, like the Chinese grow their watermelons. That man cracks me up. One of the many reasons I married him.

Meet my new motivation. No I wasn't dumb enough to buy something I can't fit into but I did buy something that will look not so good on me now but in about ten pounds will look great. Seeing it hanging there makes me want to work harder. I realized the other day that I will never look like this again, three kids will do that to a girls body, but I can strive to look different.

Different here I come.

See, I do have other kids!

Wednesday morning I wasn't feeling my best so I was somewhat hiding in my room hoping against all hope the kids just might sleep in that morning. But alas, the sun and moon and stars and scoobie-doo weren't all aligned and long before 7:00 am came I heard feet banging up and down the hall. God bless Bear's little heart, he walks just as loudly as I do. This could be a good thing for me. I was keenly aware as a teen that I would never be able to sneak for my loud walking and popping toes. And if I had to guess which one would sneak out.... at this point I would pick Bear. So maybe next time I won't lament those loud steps.

Whoa, I was totally sidetracked. That has nothing to do with the post....where was I. Oh, yes. I lay there in bed wanting to tell him to get back in his bed but then he would know that I was also awake and the barrage of 'I'm hungry's would start and dang it he wasn't even suppose to be awake yet. So I just lay there not feeling well and listening to him occasionally run up and down the hall. I thought at first that he was sneaking rides on his new scooter but later I learned different.

While his brother may prefer cookie dough Bear would rather his be cooked. The plate that had cookies piled high on it the night before had dwindled.

"Bear? Were you eating cookies this morning?"

"No."

I raised my eyebrows, "Bear?"

"No Mommy! I said I wasn't!"

"Okay, then let me look it your mouth."

Hand firmly clasped over any evidence, "I didn't eat any cookies!"