Day 4

Toady is day 4 of the alli/enemy plan I have been trying to follow. So far so good. No accidents. Maybe I have found my motivating factor that I have been searching for to lose the weight. I just ate a pancake -- so I'm a little paranoid right now. I took Griffin to the Doctor on Tuesday and weighed myself on their scale -- and I swear I lost 3 pounds. Yes, yes, I know --- it's water weight. I DON'T CARE! There is less of me today than there was on Monday -- so ---- SNAP.

My new Alli/ Enemy

So yesterday was the first day of my newest diet adventure -- and I survived, but just barely. I started the alli plan, you know the one, where yo take the drug Orlistat that is basically a fat blocker. You are restricted to a low fat/low calorie eating plan and if you slip up and eat too much fat -- you will be punished with explosive diarrhea. Yesterday I did so great and was right on track and even came under the recommended fat grams and calories for the day. Brad was so sweet and made dinner for the kids and they ate a seperate meal filled with taste, and fat, and carbs, and calories. I was fine with that -- I really was, until I smelled the cheesey garlic bread baking in the oven. I almost started to cry.

The Zoo Campout

Sophie's Brownie Troop and I went to the Houston Zoo over the weekend for a camp out. It was like 115 degrees that day, so the zoo took pity on us and let us camp out in the auditorium in the super cold air conditioning. My camera was acting up like the bad kid on the bus, so my clips and pictures are terrible.

We had the zoo all to ourselves at night when it closed, and we went on a private tour with our guide with a flashlight. The zoo is freakin' dark at night. The animals are out and about then too, it was one of the coolest things I have ever done, and was worth the heat and sleep deprivation and the migraine that would not quit. In the morning, we had another tour before the zoo opened to the public, but the animals weren't as active. Why? Well, it was already 90 degrees by then.

Thirsty

Scary Stuff

Last week we had Sophie's Birthday Party at the Aquatic Center here in Brenham. It is a great place with water slides, fountains, big pool etc... It was sooooooooooooo hot, if you were not swimming. I honestly thought I would catch on fire in the sun. Of course I was dressed with make up on, hair somewhat presentable and my over sized sunglasses, (that smush my fat cheeks when I wear them.) After a two hour party in the Africa like hotness, and Vietnam like humidity, I was sweaty to say the least. This little girl, a younger sister of one of Sophie's friends, came up to me and said, "Hey, I don't even know what you look like underneath those big glasses. Take them off so I can see your face." I warned her, "Well, Mrs. Tina is very sweaty and hot, so I don't really look all that great when I take off these glasses but here ya go."

So I took off the sunglasses. Sweat pours out, like I have just released the water from a dam or something. I can feel the big marks that have formed on my fat cheeks from the over sized lenses and can only imagine what that must look like to a child.

She looked at me, and jumped back, and flinced. She was actually horrified, and then she said really loudly "EEEEEEWWWWWW!!!!"

Brow Beaten

Griffin has the most amazing eyelashes and eyebrows. They have their own zip code.

Jiffy Pop The Magical Treat

Jiffy Pop The Next Generation

This summer I am determined to teach my children the pop culture milestones of the 1970's.

(Yes, I do realize they should be at Vacation Bible School instead.)

The Friend Party

So today is party day for Sophie and I feel like I have let her down already. A couple of days ago we sat down and had a discussion about the event and what it would entail (did I just make that word up ?) Anyway, she started going down the list of people who are attending. The list started with friends -

Sophie: "Brianna, Alyssa, Natashsa, etc...." "Grandma and Grandpa?"

Me: "No, Grandma and Grandpa aren't coming to the "Friends" party honey."

Sophie: "WHAT????"

Me: "Remember, you are having it at the Aquatic Center -- you know in the afternoon -- you know in the fiery hot hot sun?" "Anyway, we are seeing them on your actual birthday for a special party just us and them."

Sophie: "Oh, okay." "What about Grammie?"

Me: "No, she is working that day" "Remember, this is a Friends party -- not a Family party -- we will be seeing Grammie on Saturday for a special celebration with just her, okay?"

Sophie: "Nana? Will Nana be there? Nana comes to everything. She has to come to the party? If she doesn't come to the party it will just be stupid!"

Me: "Sophie -- Nana is like an albino /Twilight character -- whose skin is so pale that she will burst into flames if left out in the sun for more than 5 minutes. Anyway, we are seeing her on Sunday for a special ...."

Sophie: "Don't even say it! Don't even say it Momma! "

Then she ran upstairs wailing.

Then I realized she is absolutely right -- how stupid is this? Next year -- one party -- period.

Saturday Mornings in the 70's

On this day 8 years ago...

The sweetest girl was born named Sophie.

Giving birth to her, (how very new age of me -- I know) was a breeze. I mean I didn't even break a sweat and it was like one push and she was here. That pretty much sums up Sophie -- laid back, nice, thoughtful, an angelic child.

We are absolutely nothing alike. She is just like her Dad -- St. Brad , I like to call him. God please don't let her change.

What the????

I swear to you and everyone else -- that if Kate can go from this to this ....



For Goodness sake I should be able to lose weight from a child , one child mind you not 6, from the last child I had in 2001.