Saturday, January 24, 2009


Eat to live vs. live to eat, now that's the question!

Ryan and I, or maybe I'll say *I* have been hitting the gym hard and kicking the habit of bad eating for 24 days now. Ryan tries, but I think I'm a little more dedicated than he is, so hopefully my good habits will rub off on him, instead of vice versa! EEEK!!

So as we sat at the lunch table today, I started wondering, why does everything revolve around food? Our Church class is having an "after church lunch" tomorrow. Ryan said, "That's gonna be good." As I felt my hips growing further apart as he said that, I said, "No, it's not!" Sure, there's gonna be fried chicken, potato salad, and every other fixin' that a good ol' Southern Baptist would love! But I can feel myself gaining atleat a pound just thinking about it.

You'd never hear tell of anyone getting together for a game of softball or some other form of! Nope, food's gotta be there. You'd never hear of a family getting together for Christmas or any other time of year just to get together. Nope, you can bet your life there's gonna be food! Don't get me wrong, I love food just as much as the next woman with big thighs, oh shoot, I mean, the next person, but what has happened to us that we have to make the food be the center of our lives?

The other day as I was driving to the gym, I thought to myself how I was gonna celebrate when I reached my goal, and you know what thought popped into my head? Not shopping, not a mani/pedi, not a romantic getaway with my husband, nope...a celebration FEAST at a nice restaurant! Ahhhh!!!!

Seriously, I guess I have issues. LOL! Maybe it's the way I've been trained growing up, maybe I just go with the flow of the rest of society, or maybe I really do need some serious help. After all, I found myself leaning my arms and upper torso on the bathroom counter this morning just so I could see a number on the scale I'm happy with.

To date, since January 1st, I have had 8 oz of soft drink, and 5 french fries. I won't try to hide it. But that's much better than what I'm used to..french fries at every fast food restaurant! I'm looking forward to the end. Not too much more to go in the big scheme of things. But the depressing part is, no matter how much I lose, my body will never go back to the pre-pregnancy shape. Nope, my gut sags, my boobs sag, but that's okay, because I got a sweet little girl out of it, and everytime I see her sweet face, I'll embrace the saggin' skin and my ugly c/s scar! She was worth it!

Friday, January 16, 2009

What has gotten into her?

As I was in my bedroom folding laundry, Maddy must have stolen a bra from the basket. No, there will be no pictures to accompany this post, because my "*Double Dang* Slingshot" doesn't need to be posted for the world to see! HAHA! I closed the bedroom door and about a minute later there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find sweet lil' Boo standing there wearing my bra, and laughing! The things that happen when I leave the two of them alone for 5 minutes!

So after I struggled to get the bra away from Boo, because she loved wearing it, I about fell in the floor laughing when Maddy said, with girl attitude....

"I'm gonna daaaaance like an octopus sprayed with dental powder!"

What in the world?

Thursday, January 8, 2009

My American Girl

Maddy received a movie for Christmas that she has been wanting, *Kit Kittredge An American Girl.* Now she is head over heels in love with the American Girls! I'm gonna be taking her to her first American Girl Day on Saturday, so we're looking forward to that. Kit Kittredge, in particular, was a 10 year old girl growing up during the Great Depression in the 1930s. Maddy's learned a lot about that era lately. Last night we finished her first American Girl book, and it was set back in 1933-1934. Since my grandmother (Maddy's great grandmother) was born in 1933, I thought that would be a neat thing to tell her. So, this is how the conversation went:

Me: "Hey, do you know who was born in 1933, when this book was set?"
Maddy: "Umm...Jesus?"

It took all I had to keep a straight face. I can't wait to go tell granny that Maddy thinks she and Jesus must be the same age! ; )