Before I had four kids I used to say:
I'll never let my little girl's Barbies be naked.
I will have up-to-date scrapbooks.
I will not have fingerprints on my windows or toothpaste spit in my sink.
My eyebrows will always be perfectly plucked.
My CD's will stay alphabetized, how else can I find the one I want?
I will never skip a workout.
Then, I had four kids. Do I need to say anymore?
Never say "never" ladies. Never.
The only toys Tanner asked Santa to bring him: Buzz and Woody
Holy moly. Does anyone else cry their stinkin' eyes out when they watch Toy Story 3? Jeezels, those folks at Pixar sure knew what they were doing with that one. My boys are watching right now, I had to leave the room. Needed tissues. Lots of tissues.
Tanner plays with his Buzz and Woody exactly like Andy does in the Toy Story movies. It is creepy. How did the movie people get it so perfect? Buzz and Woody go everywhere Tanner goes. So sweet. He loves them a whole lot. I love him.
Watchin' my weight Wednesday:
Oh sigh, really. Losing weight stinks. Keeping it off, stinks even worse. I still need to lose about 15 pounds. Seems like so much. I have realized that with each baby, I need to lose about 5 more pounds than I gained to get back to somewhat "normal". I don't know if it's extra fat, skin, loss of muscle, or whatever, I just know I have one pair of jeans that sort of fit and the rest are staring at me in my closet every time I open the door. They are saying, "Jenny, get off your big bootylicious and exercise! Don't you want to wear my cute distressed, perfect hole in the knee, goes with anything self?" To which I reply, "yes I do, shut up you dumb jeans, I only slept three hours last night and I have thirteen loads of laundry to do and birthday cakes to make!" Jeez, the nerve of some clothes anyway.
I have been trying (I am italicizing a lot today!) so hard to get up and exercise before the kids get up. I am not doing very well. I sometimes think I should go get on the treadmill after a middle of the night feeding, I'm wide awake then! I know it will come. Loving exercise again. Right now, it seems like torture. Sorry to say. The truth hurts.
I would love to go back to my beloved Weight Watchers. I checked my schedule and I literally do not have one night that is free to go and Saturday mornings are completely out of the question. I'm pretty bummed. Those meetings worked for me. Accountability works for me. So I am going to share my successes/failures with all my bloggy momma friends. I know you'll understand! ;) Any ideas or tips you would like to share, I am always looking for new tricks in the weight watching game.
This week, I am making friends with my Ipod, downloading a few songs to get me motivated. I am tracking (writing down) all my meals and snacks in an effort to see when I eat and what. I'll keep you posted as the pounds just roll right off.
My motivating song of the week is "Soar" by Christina Aguilera. I love it. The lyrics are so perfect for what I need to hear right now. I love Christina, she can wail so perfectly. One good thing about working out in my Rocky basement is that I can wail along and dance and no one else can see. :)
things I am doing this week:
- finishing thank you notes
- cleaning Zoe's room
- packing up lots of boxes for Goodwill
- cleaning my kitchen, it is so icky and sticky, must have been all those goodies from Christmas
- celebrating Big Tall Hubby's birthday
- family party on Saturday
my menus this week:
- oven baked, fried chicken and potatoes and green beans for Big Tall Hubby's birthday
- mexican pizza and fruit salad
- italian subs on homemade rolls with oven fries
- slow cooker chicken fettuccine
- southwest stuffed peppers and chips/salsa
- cauliflower penne puttanesca with homemade french bread
See ya later gals!