Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Weigh In Week 7 (?)

My mind is cloudy and I don't even remember when I started this gig.

This week I stepped on the scale and fully expected it to wince. I hadn't done well. I keep venturing into the land of non-measured foods and I know that I incorrectly guess their point-age.

That being said, this week I was down 1lb.

I will take it because I don't feel like I deserve it.

My total weight lost at this point is 16.8 lbs.

I am three lbs away from the goal I set to be reached this Friday.

Obviously, it isn't going to happen. Still, I remain focused and will now set another goal to strive for.

Maybe Memorial Day weekend.

Not that we have plans....because we don't.

It just seemed like a nice marker on the calendar.

Wish me luck!

Friday, March 26, 2010

You may be right....I may be crazy

DISCLAIMER: Do not, for one minute, believe that my photo's are going to be good. Or artistic. They are not. Looking at the photo's on Lemonade Makin' Mama's blog make me a wee bit insecure about the pics of this renovation. Hers are awesome. Still.....I forge ahead.


Well.....I am happy to say that 99% of what I have tagged "L's Birthday Project 2010" is done.





And I have managed to avoid both Lakeland and the Marion Center yet again and that, folks, is what I consider a success.





(Wiping hand over forehead....) Whew...that was a close one!





For those of you who don't know what I am referring to, you can read about it here.





That being said, I know that I am particular and the room, although close, isn't completely pulled together yet. There is something missing that I can't quite put my finger on....but my sister cares not about my finger putting and insists on calling me, harassing me to post pictures of L's room.





I think she is wanting photographic evidence of her hard work and namely....."THE CONQUERING OF THE STRIPES".





You know....there were naysayers. People told us it couldn't be done. (Yes, Steven, I am looking at you.) Others were skeptical of our painting abilities.....but we rose above.





With frog tape and mad skillz, we pulled off stripes. With vinyl and a Cricut we pulled off dots.





With the exception of the white polka dots that are to be placed on the solid section of pink ABOVE the stripes..... the walls are done.






(I had a friend of a friend sew (embroider?) the monogram and initial on fabric I had purchased.)




(My mom matched the fabric and made Euro Shams)



(Side view.....vinyl dots and repainted picture frames and of course, part of a Dora the Explorer pillow)


(The illustrious stripes. I should have taken a picture up close so that you could see that there was no bleeding. {Ahem. Steven.} It is above this section that I am placing white vinyl dots.)



(OK. This isn't an example of how the paint didn't dry correctly....it is an example of how I don't have Photoshop and tried to maintain some secrecy with only the help of Publisher. I don't recommend it. Still..... I used more vinyl for her name and dots.)



(I found the mobile online and although it matches the color scheme perfectly, I am afraid it might have to go...or possibly just find a different home in the room. I was trying to camoflauge a bare area above her armoire, but with the wise words of Abe....I am not so sure it needed it.)


(If this picture wasn't so light you would be able to see the lamp shade that matches and the paint job I gave to her current lamp.)
Anyway....I lived through it and so did Sarah. Speaking of which.....you can drop the threatening phone calls now. OK?
So although we definitely aren't going to end up on the cover of any magazine, the transformation from little girl's room......to a little bigger girl's room (I refuse to say 'Big Girl'), is done. She is happy....and I am happy to not be painting.
This better last her until she is a teenager.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

All boy.

Sometimes the differences between boys and girls amazes me and yet again, takes me by surprise.

Case in point.

I am currently in the basement scrapbooking. Upstairs the kids play. Contentedly.

However, a few moments ago, a different story was brewing.

L came downstairs to tattle on her brother. Generally this isn't much of a problem at our house, but this time L knew that B had done something that he had gotten in trouble for time and time again.

You see...he has this problem, or should I say compulsion, that causes him to be unable to resist the urge to bend a headband to the point of breaking.

We have had many headbands meet their demise in this house.

Time and time again I have told him not to do it. And then, as if he "forgot", it happens...and another headband ends up in the trash.

The last time this happened I knew that he apparently wasn't getting the point.

(For those of you against spanking, please stop reading now.)

I told B that if he broke another one of his sister's headbands I would have no other choice than to spank him.

End of story.

In his defense, he made it over a month.

However, tonight, the spell was broken and I am currently looking at headband pieces in the trash can. I told L to go upstairs and to send B down here.

He came down, looking sheepish and saying, "I'm sorry".

I will tell you here, and right now, that following through with my stated punishment was hard to do.

I looked at him and said, "I'm glad you are sorry, but you know what I said would happen if you broke another one?"

He nodded.

I stood up and he actually turned around so that his bottom was facing me.... He was ready.

I swatted him and then turned him around to face me.

"Do you understand what just happened and why?"

He said "Yes."

I then asked him what he had to say and he said, "I'm sorry."

He then reached up to hug my neck and I picked him up and held him close to me. No tears...just hugs.

We stayed like that for awhile.

Then I sat him down and he started to head back up the stairs. He paused at the bottom and looked at me and said, "Am I still in trouble?"

I said, "No...that's it. It's over. Just remember the lesson."

He looked at me and smiled and said, "OK"....as he ran quickly up the stairs.

And that was it.

No drama. No tears. No excuses.

Just matter of fact reasoning and acceptance.

That, folks, is how boys are different than girls.

The end.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Crack cookies and such

Today's weigh in was a huge disappointment, but not a surprise.

You see, this weekend we had a girl's get-together. Among other things, I made some lemon bar/brownies. Now keep in mind that I am not a fan of all things lemon.

I mean, lemon. Really?

But, these brownie/bars are like "heaven in my mouth". Amazing.

And I couldn't stop eating them.

I gave myself this one night to cheat, but I thought I would keep everything into perspective.

Funny.

Perspective.

That is what I gained yesterday on the weight watchers website and again this morning on the scales.

You see, my lovely little lemon brownie bars. Yes. Well, they are worth almost 10 pts each and I get 20 pts a day. The fact that I couldn't leave them alone all night, makes me think that I have went well above and beyond my pts allowance for the year.

Ahem.

That being said, this week I am down .6 lbs.

Not much...but, seriously? I thought I would be up.

On a lighter...make that heavier, note, if you would like the recipe it is as follows.

1 lemon cake mix (dry)
1 egg
1/2 cup butter (melted)

**Mix these ingredients together and spread (push) into the bottom of a 9 x 13 pan.

Next, mix together:
1 pkg cream cheese (softened)
2 eggs (beaten)
3 3/4 cups of powdered sugar
1 teas vanilla

Spread this on top of bottom layer and bake at 350 for 30-40 minutes or until top is light brown.

Be forewarned.....you won't be able to leave them alone.

Yes. I know. 3 3/4 cups of powdered sugar. I should have known.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

In Transition

Well, with my limited knowledge, I now, at least, have a read-able blog.

The pictures are fuzzy.

Some are too small.

But, I can read it.....and, at times, that is a plus.

Bear with me....or help me. Whatever you choose.

Apparently Under Construction

I didn't realize it, but apparently, when adding links to my blog today, I deleted my background.

It wouldn't be that big of a deal, since I didn't like it anyway, except that now I have a header for a background I can't find now, and I don't know how to make a new one.

Yes. My technical skills blow even my mind.

So, until I figure all this out, bear with me.

Week 5, or is it 6?

I have lost track at this point.

I weighed in today and this week I seemed to make up for last week.

-2.8 lbs.

This is a total of 15.2 lbs lost.

I was happy with that until WW sent me a pop-up that stated that I was losing weight too quickly. Huh?

I am following the rules, doing what they say and apparently I need to slow down the weight loss wagon.

Sure. Whatever.

On that note, however, I will admit a temptation to order Oriental Inn today and feel totally justified in doing so.

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I am five pounds away from being at the weight I have been most of my adult life...including the day I was married.

I hope to lose more than five more pounds, but right now that is a target for me. A good milestone to reach. It will be at this point that I actually feel like I am at "ground zero" and that after this point the weight loss will REALLY count as weight loss and not just weight management.

Wish me luck.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Just another picture to burn

Well, I am a little behind.

I weighed on Tuesday but am only now logging in to journal it.

Yes, it was that (un) exciting.

This week I lost a whopping .8 lbs.

What gives?
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I am trying to remain focused on the long term goal and forget about small losses like this week. I am a little concerned that I will not meet my first goal which requires me to lose 7 more lbs by April 2nd.

You see, last year at the end of April, I hit the maximum level of dissatisfaction with myself. I had surprised L for her birthday with a trip to a Taylor Swift concert. The weekend was perfect and as we returned home to Steven and B, we uploaded the pictures to the computer and I remember watching them play as a slide show and simultaneously wanting to cry and feeling like someone had punched me in the gut.

Yes, it took until February of this year to do something about it.

All sorts of things come into play here: denial, depressions, spite.

But in February I decided that I was tired of being the ugliest, fattest and loudest person in the room.

I don't see the ugliest/loudest thing changing, so I will focus on the fattest.

Yes. I am deep like that.

Now, this April, in fact, April 2, I am surprising L again, with another Taylor Swift concert for her birthday. Again, she has no clue. Considering she still recaps to her friends that going to the concert was the best day of her life, I figured that if a person could repeat their best day-or in our case, weekend.....why not?

What I am trying not to repeat is the sinking, depressed feeling that I had when I got home and took a good look at myself.

So, for now, I will try not to focus on the .8 lbs lost this week and, instead, focus on the 12.8 lbs that are gone.

Hopefully this year the good memories won't be overshadowed by bad pictures.

Thursday, March 04, 2010

OCD, ADD and HGTV

I am sitting here thinking about the last load of laundry in the dryer that needs to be put up.

Honestly, I can't find the energy to rise from the couch.

I think that the paint project in the next room that I have been working on all week is calling my name.

Yes.

I said, ALL WEEK.

You see, I will be the first to admit that I am a little OCD, with a side of ADD and HGTV.

What this means is, medically speaking, of course, is that:
A) I love decorating projects
B) I want them to be perfect
C) It needs to be wrapped up quickly.

Not a good combination.

You see, L's birthday is next month. For her birthday she wanted a new comforter set, which of course, meant that I also was going to have to repaint her bedroom to match.

I bought it and hid it away in the basement until her birthday but had already started planning out what I was going to do, and how.

You see, for some reason, I decided to replicate the curtain pattern on her walls. This included stripes and solids and polka dots.....

Yeah. I know. What was I thinking?

Well, last week L was playing downstairs and I noticed that the area where I had stashed the goods had been tampered with.

"L?"

"Yes."

"Did you find something you shouldn't have?"

With eyes darting around suspiciously.....she looked at my 'mother knows all' eyes and said, "I'm sorry."

So with her admission the wheels began to spin in my head and the muscles in my body started twitching.

This happens when I have something ahead of me that I need to do and it doesn't let up until it is done. I have learned to cope with the feeling that I experience on a daily basis when I think about how far behind I am with my scrapbooking.

I think my eye is twitching as I speak.

Anyway, when I found out that my sister was going to be off work this past Tuesday, I knew...Tuesday...was THE day.

We would tackle this project.

So, we painted.

And painted.

At the end of the day we had three solid colored walls, a half-pink wall, and three pink stripes. Of course, we had probably 20 more stripes to go, but we had made progress. As I left the room that night I had to shut the door so as not to see the work I had ahead of me.

Little did I know that once I opened it back up again, I would find that the three solid colored walls, were not. They were spotted and the paint looked to be two different colors.

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So, yesterday I got off work and made a quick trip to Lowe's. I went in with the intent of purchasing another gallon of paint. As luck would have it the Valspar Rep. was there and gave me the gallon FREE OF CHARGE.

If only he would have came home with me and painted my walls.

So, I arrived home last night and although I wanted to dive into the room and get started, I had to do a favor for my husband first.

No, not THAT kind of favor.

He needed me to help him 'band' calves. Yes. Band. For those of you that don't live the glamorous life that I do, let me explain.

Banding calves consists of wrapping a very thick rubberband like band around the calves testicles and tightening and, finally, clamping the band.

This causes the testicles to fall off, turning our bull calf, into a steer.

Like I said, glamorous.

My job? To pull the calf's tail back tight against it's back, making it nearly impossible for it to kick Steven as he is messing with his goods. And by his goods, I mean the calfs'.

(I thought maybe clarification was necessary.)

But, seriously, aren't I a nice wife? I am sure that you might believe that because of my 'Super Wife' capabilities that Steven would later help me paint.

You, my friends, would be wrong.

So....I painted.

And painted. And washed L's hair in anti-dandruff shampoo. And painted.

Fixed my children a nutritious supper of frozen cheese pizza, and painted.

And now, I am getting ready to forge on, with the help of my sister, and paint some more.
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Here I am, three hours later, back on the couch, while Steven took the kids to a fish fry and my sister is making her own pizza rolls, waiting for the trim, on the tape, on the stripes to dry.

Clear?

Thought so.

At this rate, I will still be painting this time next week.

I bet it would be hard to paint wearing a straight jacket.

Wednesday, March 03, 2010

Week 4

I didn't forget.

I weighed.

This week I lost 2.4 lbs.

4 week total weight loss is 11.6 lbs.

I am glad I hit the 10 lb mark. That makes me feel good.

However, I have a couple of other 10 lb marks to hit.

I little at a time, right?

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As a follow up to my last post, I thought I would mention that I FINALLY received the bill from the doctor. I called them to relay that I had indeed received it.

I let the nice lady know that I was sure there were other people who avoided bills, dodged collectors and made their jobs difficult. I also let her know that I was not one of these people.

I expressed my concern over the fact that I had never been contacted and my initial phone call was made to me at work.

It was then the lady stated that she was looking at my account and that the first bill that had been sent to me was mailed out last week and that when I was called I wouldn't have had time to receive it.

Nice.

Apparently I was called, at work, in error.

Do you think that, for their mistake, I could get them to just go ahead and have them write off L's tonsillectomy?

Yeah, probably not.