HOLY SMOKES BATMAN!

** posted previously at www.singleparentshelp.com  but it's my material so I can post it again.  *** 

 

This is why I stress eat...it's finals, I have to shuffle my son to baseball and football practice and I'm taking 21 hours this semester and then on top of that this is 'ordinary' in my world.

 

      I got out of school early tonight..Ds is at his dad's so I head home in Daylight no less!  I'm stoked, enjoying the ride home when uh oh....I have that "gotta go" feeling.  Hmmm I'm about 30 minutes into my hour and 10 minute drive home or 5 minutes from Mom's house.  It's still daylight so I risk a trip into the 'hood.  I get to her house and am admiring the azealeas...and walk to the side door and knock...and wait....and knock again.....hmmmmm "Where the heck is she?"  I peek through the window and see her running...yep my 68 yr old Mom running across her kitchen...which is full of smoke.    I knock again and she comes to the door...Doesn't open it and shouts...."MY MICROWAVE IS ON FIRE"....I shout back  'DO NOT OPEN THE MICROWAVE'  ...simple huh?  Then I shout  "UNLOCK THE DOOR".....another simple request....SOOOoooo what does MOM do?  Ummmm Opens the Microwave and then FINALLY OPENS THE DOOR....good thing  as I was looking for a rock to throw through the glass....sigh...

She not only opened said Microwave but she pulls out the plastic plate with a burnt, charred and heavily smoking black object on it...As the door opens and I spy the plate in her hand  I shout "DO NOT PUT THAT IN THE GARBAGE CAN, THROW IT IN THE SINK"..... Soooooo what does Mom do?  Uh huh She flips the black smoking object into the garbage can along with 1/2 the melted plastic plate, the other half she tosses in the sink.  I finally get into the kitchen and it is totally full of white smoke, my eyes are burning, I cann't breathe, I'm coughing and there is no way to see across the room.  Scarily enough there is NO SMOKE ALARM ringing.  

I ask her if the microwave is still on fire, she answers  "I don't know"     I go to look and no it's full of smoke but no fire...My Mom goes and opens the hall door to check on her cats.... and viola the Smoke alarms all start to go off....Uh huh her living room and kitchen are 1/2 the house....and no smoke alarms...BUT her hall way to  the 3 bedrooms has 2, yes 2 Smoke alarms in the 6 foot long hallway....   AND THEY ARE BOTH GOING FULL BLAST...

Mom asks me how to stop it...Ummm put in the alarm code?  Yeah that works for about 3 minutes, when I notice that a very large amount of smoke is coming out of the plastic garbage can my mom tossed the burning lump into AFTER I TOLD HER NOT TO!!!  So my MOM the white haired walking disaster picks up the plastic garbage liner and runs out side and throws it into the ginormous garbage can the city provides....which is now smoking because it's full of leaves and paper....AAAARRRGGGGHHHH 

The smoke alarm is blaring and my Mom is doing her best to burn down the entire city of Memphis...the neighbors are coming outside to look and there is smoke coming out of the big garbage can in the yard, and the door to the house...I ask my mom to get water...she brings me a 6 oz glass of water....WTF?  I don't need to take an asprin, I'm trying to make sure her house doesn't burn down....maybe the Garden hose would be a better idea?  Oh it's not hooked up....Okay  well maybe a FREAKIN" PITCHER OF WATER AND BTW TOSS THE PLASTIC KITCHEN GARBAGE CAN OUT HERE SINCE IT"S STILL SMOKING ALSO!!! 

Finally get that fire/smoldering mess put out and my MOM ,THE NEWEST WEAPON OF MASS DESTRUCTION , opens the top of the ginormous garbage can to give it AIR so the FIRE will go OUT???     Ummmm I'm  just guessing but maybe just maybe when she was in ART SCHOOL she could have took a basic safety course, or science class and learned that FIRE NEEDS AIR TO SURVIVE SO CLOSE THE FREAKIN' LID OF THE GARBAGE CAN.  OMG!!!  ENOUGH ALREADY....I'm thinking that I'm going to have to knock her out with a cast iron skillet to save both our lives when the smoke alarm in the house is still going off, and she realizes the door isn't shut and one of her precious rescue cats might get outside.     She runs back inside and I follow her...she puts in the alarm code.... The alarm goes off and silence...ahhhhhh..Mom  turns on the exhaust fan over the stove and nothing blows up!  Whew...we still cannot see and I'm choking and coughing....seems my asthma isn't gone, it was just lying dormant waiting for a nice little house fire to bring it out of retirement. 

I asked my mom if she had a box fan.  NO.  I cann't open any windows because her house is freakin' Fort Knox...I mean this is Memphis after all.  So I go in one of the bedrooms to see where the cats are and I walk straight into a large circulationg fan on a stand.     I go to hook it up and the smoke alarm goes off again...Mom punches in the alarm code and it stops.  Then   I notice there are still 2 minutes and 30 seconds left on the microwave display. 

Ummm Mom?
  Smoke alarm goes off again....Mom punches in the code.....
What were you cooking?
 An Eggroll...
"Why were you cooking an Eggroll so long?" 
The box said to cook it 11 minutes.
    Ummm Mom...I don't think so...probably said 2 minutes.
  IT DID NOT IT SAID 11 MINUTES.
Smoke alarm goes off again..mom enters the code..
.then she marches over to the freezer and removes a box of frozen egg rolls...turns it over and says  "SEEE right there!"

I look and it says 1 1/2  minutes...  MO-TH-ER...that says One Minute and a Half...!!! 
 "oh"
This woman has endangered my life and hers and that of countless rescue cats hiding under her beds and all she can say is 'oh'
Seriously! Mom!  11 minutes would cook a Turkey!

Well I didn't know....

MOM a frozen dinner is only 5 or 6 minutes...

Now if you haven't peed yourself yet..here is the reason for the whole fire thing...

Well I was on the phone with Gilda and she was confessing  that she was the neighborhood dog napper and I guess I was distracted...

   Neighborhood dog napper

You remember back in the 70s dogs were disappearing from the neighborhood?  Smoke alarm starts going off...Mom enters the code....

Yeah, I actually remember when the dogs in the neighborhood were disappearing.  The Memphis  paper ran a series of stories about it...They suspected people were stealing them to sell to laboratories...

No, it was Gilda and Patty.

Gilda and Patty, from the P.T.A.  and Room Mothers club??  They were stealing dogs?? HOW???


Oh yes, with bolt cutters and all...but it was for a good reason...Smoke alarm starts blaring...Mom enters code...


What possible reason could they have for Dog Napping??

Well they were rescuing neglected dogs.. They would drive them down to Mississippi.


Why did they take them to Mississippi?  Smoke alarm...Mom enters code...you know the drill by now...

Mom!  The dogs?  Why did they kidnap...er dognap the dogs and take them to Mississippi?

Well they put them on the underground railroad...

Okay f*ck it...14 years of sobriety are about to go down the drain!!

Anyone got the number of a nice nursing home for senile seniors who are a danger to themselves and others???

Seriously,  I never knew anyone to set a microwave on fire before My son did it last year...Now my mom does it...sad, sad, proof that I am NOT adopted.  

World's Lamest, Laziest Blogger Ever!

OMG!  What a slacker I am.  I just realized how long it's been since I logged in.  I had totally forgotten my user name and my password!  How pathetic is that? 

 

In my defense I have been just a tad busy.  I am just wrapping up the Spring semester-In a moment of pure insanity and a desperate attempt to FINALLY finish college I took 21 hours this semester!  OMG!  NEVER EVER DO THAT!  SERIOUSLY, it's insane...added to that I had 90+ field hours to complete...

 

 

It was totally out of control lifestyle time.  I was at school or doing field hours 4 days a week from 7 am...to 8 or 9 pm...I had 1 hours between field experiences on Mondays and Wednesdays...they were located basically 1 hour apart and there is no interstate between the two...it was a mad dash down the busiest street in the city, with just enough time to rush through the Chick-Fil-A  drive through.  So my weight loss isn't spectacular but I have managed to take off and keep off 21 lbs since December

 

I found out 2 weeks ago that I was shy 1 credit of being able to graduate in Dec.  ???  Seems I registered for a science class, and attended the class and the lab every boring minute...BUT I was never registered for the LAB!  Soooo  I have to take SUMMER SCHOOL! :(  And since there are no longer any seperate labs...I have to take and pay for a 4 hour class with lab....GGGRRRRRR

 

 

I plan on getting back on track and losing the rest of this tonnage...oh and firming up is #1 on the agenda espicially since I have no job this summer. Not much sense in trying to get one since I will student teach starting August 1st!  I plan to start at the new school looking "normal'...so I won't have to deal with little kids telling me "You're fat!"....LOL

 

Anyway just kind of talking to myself here, restating the obvious, I'm still fat, and need to be recommitted, and I'm a bad, bad blogger...

 

Rantings of a fat chick-I'm back, I'm fat, and I'm pissed at ME!

Hasta La Visa Lane Bryant!!

BIG FAT MAJOR MILESTONE REACHED!!!

I have removed myself from the Lane Bryant email list because ..........(drumroll please) ............all their clothes are TO DARN BIG for me now!!!!

I wish I had acheived this 10 years ago but I have finally dropped my baby weight.  Yep my baby is 11 and weighs 110 lbs...I've lost approx.  what he weighs :D

I am amazed when I look at this big boy and think I was carrying that around all day everyday.  How the hell did I do it?  No wonder I was always tired...and cranky....and hot.....

Okay mini brag over, still have over 20 lbs to hit goal...then I will re evaluate and see if I need to lose more. 

I'm such a loser!!

Whooo hoooo.... I am down to 165 again.  I only have 2 more lbs to lose until I get back to where  I was a little more than a year ago.  I'm not beating myself up for gaining back that weight.  I'm patting myself on the back for picking myself back up and climbing back on the diet wagon....At least I stopped before it got out of hand, and I decided to just be fat the rest of my life.  15 lbs is way easier to lose than 90.  I know.  I am now past the even 100 lbs mark I had been so content to stay at for so long.  So content I even started gaining weight.  What the hell was I thinking?

I had a pair of jeans that I had been wearing that were a size 12.  I had quit wearing them because they weren't fitting right.  Well Duh, Leah, wonder why?   Let me tell you that one pair of Levi jeans must have been in the delusional section of the store because I couldn't squeeze my big ole thighs and belly into any other 12s in any store.  WELL NOW I CAN!!  I am a size 12...whoo hooo YAY ME!!

I think if I can lose 15 lbs in September I will be a size 10 by October...Then it's new clothes time...:D  Real clothes...pretty wool,lined, dry clean only, grownup, work clothes.  You know the type you keep forever and have hanging in special covered hangers.....  Yep I will get a job just to pay for my clothes LOL...

I'm having such a great day.  I've been in the attic getting rid of all my 16s, 14s and old clothes I'll never wear again....The container at church where everyone drives up and donates old clothes is going to be over flowing.  I'm getting rid of everything that is to big or to young looking ((those 12's I've been hanging on to for 10 years)).  I don't want any excuse to gain back any weight.  If I gain 3 lbs the 12s I have will not fit.  That's the way I want it.  NO stretchy fabrics, no elastic waistbands...If I gain I am going to be so uncomfortable I'll be unable to eat.

BTW  I'm still doing Kimkins if anyone wants to check it out.  www.kimkins.com    I like the plan, low carb, low fat...your own food.  Plus the chat room is awesome!!

1year later

Crap!!!  1 year ago I was doing pretty good at getting back on track... now 1 year later I am probably 10 lbs heavier. 

I know, you think 10 lbs isn't much but that's almost a pound a month just because I've been L-A-Z-Y!!  One of the couselors took a picture of me at school last week.  You know the 10 lbs do not matter as much as the lack of exercise!!  OMG  I look horrible again!!

Now I'm back on track and doing Kimkins bootcamp for the next two weeks.  For the next two weeks it's 'All about ME!"  I'm doing this for me, my health and for my son so he doesn't end up raised by the Troll and Stepmonster!

I am going to join the Y and figure out how to pay for it somehow...it will be on my way home from school 2 days a week when I have 3 hours to kill before ds gets home.  So I figure I can find a fat swimsuit and long tee shirt and swim and work out 3 days a week.  Ds needs swim lessons so that will be the reason why he gets to join too!! (Maybe Grandma will pay she wants all her grandkids to learn to swim)

I checked my body log from last year

My chest waist and thighs are each an inch bigger...nope not measuring the behind...can't see it, don't want to think about it.

So this is New Year's Eve for me:

I resolve to get back on track, to watch what I put in my face and to move my BUTT!!

Someone kick my butt each morning pluheeseee!!

I want to see size 12 and size 10 again.  Soon, by Christmas so I can justify a whole new wardrobe when I start doing taxes again.

Nacho Granny!

OMG!!  I must stop going places with my two daycare children.  I have them Monday thru Friday from 6am to 5pm...so since I only have the two and they are both way beyond potty training (ages 3 and 4) we go everywhere.  The other day we decided to venture out to Krogers to get the items needed to make walking Nachos, or Tacos...(Not a diet friendly recipe but soooo good!)

Not once, not twice, but three, count 'em three damn times  people   asked if the girls  are my GRAND CHILDREN!!!  WTH??? I mean I'm not wearing one of those nifty double knit pant suits, or carrying a granny purse...I don't have gray hair, or many gray hairs, I don't have a curl and set boufont hairdoo...I'm not covered in pasty makeup and wrinkles...or wearing overly bright red lip stick and thick eyeliner...WTH??  What is matronly looking about me?

 First of all, I'm not an overly friendly person with strangers, partly shyness and partly I don't like people in my business....sorry, just the way I am.  BTW if you work at Kroger or Walmart and need to see my ID with my Credit Card-DON'T YOU DARE  CALL ME BY MY FIRST NAME!!  I hate that, and No- it doesn't make me feel like I'm shopping at a friendly store.  It makes me feel like smacking a cashier!

Second of all I don't think I am old enough to be their Grandmother.  Although technically I guess I could be, especially if I were a teen mother and they had teen mothers. My son is 10 and although I did get a late start I don't feel like I would be old enough to be his Grandmother!!  I'm am usually great at a quick comeback but all 3 times  the best I could manage when someone asked if I were the Grandmother was "NO".  Then they stand there as if waiting for an explaination..... and I stare them down.  This usually takes a few minutes because after all these are CLUELESS people. 

Should I tell them "That was rude!"??  If I say "That's none of your business."-that would be rude of me.  Do I need to explain I'm the babysitter?   I don't really care to.  I wonder if I weren't feeling fat and frumpy right now would people see me differently? 

Anyway, I think I need to hang out with older kids, then maybe I'll look younger.

Ds is driving me crazy, his behavior is much better, being grounded a week solved that. Now he swears his knee has been hurting for a year.  Uh a year??  Oh and his elbow too!!  Great, so instead of spending a couple hundred dollars going back and forth to the family practice and seeing the nurse practioner (who is way better than most doctors) I made him an appointment with a really good Sports Medicine Doctor.  If y'all hear of a explosion in the city of  Memphis this week it will be his father's head exploding when he finds out  the crappy insurance he changed to just to save a buck will cover approximately 20% of the bill. :D  The second smaller explosion will be my mother's head since I'm unemployed and have no $$ she will be loaning me my 1/2.    Hopefully they will set ds up with a exercise routine to build  muscle/ligament strength to help his joint pain.  Our baseball may be coming to an end early this year if not.

I'm on a mexican food kick, probably a good thing because everything I've been making has been really healthy! (well except the walking Nachos)  Last night pork loin Carnitas...Last week Beef Tamales!!  I totally rock at the tamale thing now, finally getting the hang of wrapping them where they stay wrapped without the aid of Margaritas.  I used to make tamales with some friends and it was an assembly line process that involved lots of tequilla and limes....so I don't really remember much of the process.

  My son is hooked on Pico De Gallo on everything :D  He also is not missing chips and queso dip that he used to think was required with all Mexican food.  Just like I thought Margaritas were required...although an occasional Margarita would be nice...

Off to work on school work, and go cash April's child support...and pay the evil water company before they turn me off.

I don't know what happened to the ears on your chocolate bunny

  Just kidding ds hasn't come home yet so I'm content to just snitch the mini dark chocolate milky way bars from his basket grandma made him.  His basket here isn't quite as tempting, baseball cards, beef jerky, and gum.  I knew what I would do if I filled it with dark chocolate kisses...

I know this blog is supposed to be about weight loss and in a way it is....Frustration makes me eat, eatting makes me gain weight...Thus the need for weight loss.  So allow me to vent about what frustrates me:

 Tax season will be over in just a few more days :D  I'm so damn glad!!  I can't lose an ounce during tax season no matter what.  After next week I have found a way to have Monday night,  Wednesday night, and Thursday nights free...I have  decided that I will just give my kid away so I can exercise. 

Before you start telling me I'm a crappy mom be forewarned that my answer will be "yeah, so?".  My son is almost 11 and those hideous 'Tween' hormones have hit.  Tweens can be a total pain in the rear sometimes.  I haven't given him away for good, just long enough each day to keep my sanity.  I bragged so much on his private coach that my freind A's husband decided to take their son.  So he goes the same time as my son on Mondays and since they are going that way anyway and they think my son is so sweet-they take him with them!!  Sweet deal for me!!  I get a 3 hour break where I can go walk without dragging any kids around the track with me.  (This is provided the daycare kids leave before 6 PM, but that's a whole nother rant)

Wednesday is the night he goes to the Troll and the Cryptkeeper for the night.  (That's the ex and his latest wife in case you're new to this)  

Thursdays he has baseball practice and my future husband picks him up and takes him and brings him home.  Ssshhh my future husband has no idea about my plans for him and don't go telling him.  I want him to think it was all his idea  and besides I don't even think he can stand me.  I'm like a super subspecies of stealth mold or fungus...I'll grow on him when he's not looking.  It just takes lots of exposure in small doses and he'll get used to me.   I'm kind of diggin' the single thing too and no where near ready to give up my freedom or independence or occasional hookups with Mr Hottie. Future husband is needing a little more time as a single parent before I propose anyway.  That way I'll be appreciated for any little thing I do around the house :D  BTW  Future Husband and Mr Hottie are not the same man.

 Poor Mr. Hottie he's as busy as I am and our total communciation this year has probably been maybe 5 or 6 phone calls and a couple dozen IM's and text messages...Okay and 3 or 4 overnights   Our latest round of texting went something like this

Sunday night Mr Hottie to Leah: Hey are you off work tomorrow night?

Sunday night 3 hours later-Leah to Mr Hottie:  No Stone goes to the Gym on Mondays (this was before I had A;s husband taking him) You know that...then when we get back to town I have 30 minutes to feed him and then he goes to scouts and AK is here until 8 on Mondays-remember.

Monday afternoon Mr Hottie to Leah:  I had forgot about Mondays...What about tomorrow night?

Monday evening: Leah to Mr Hottie:  I have college classes on Tuesday nights but I might be talked into skipping it for a better offer.

Tuesday morning Mr Hottie to Leah:  Don't know if I can offer anything better than your class.

Tuesday morning:Leah to Mr Hottie:  Try me! 

Tuesday noon: Mr Hottie to Leah:  okay I'll call this afternoon...

Leah emails assignment to instuctor with note about possible absence...

Tuesday at 3: Mr Hottie to Leah:   You might as well go to school.  E's mom just called got tied up at work I have to go pick E up from school and take her to dance class. and dinner after..can we make it tomorrow?

Tuesday 4pm  Leah to Mr Hottie: That's to bad I was looking forward to seeing you.  Tomorrow and Thursday I have to work-end of tax season we are to busy for me to call in. What about Friday?

Wednesday night: Mr Hottie to Leah:  Team leaves out of town Friday morning won't be back until late Sunday night.  What about Monday?

Thursday morning: Leah to Mr Hottie:  My schedule is the same next week...Ball Monday, School Tuesday, Taxes Wed and Thursday.

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BTW if you're easily offended this isn't the blog for you, move on!  quickly!!

Thursday afternoon:  Mr Hottie to Leah:  I took care of my needs all by myself.  Don't you feel bad for me?

Thursday evening: Leah to Mr Hottie:  Was it good for you? 

Friday morning: Mr Hottie to Leah:  Yeah, I guess it was I don't remember the other way anymore.

Friday late morning: Leah to Mr Hottie:  There's another way?

Now that is frustration!!  Of course then there is the constant Troll presence...not actual physical presence Thank God!  But the constant phone calls, he's back to 6 and 7 times a day which is why my text messaging to Mr Hottie is so sporadic.  My only defense is to take the battery out of the cell phone and keep the computer on line so I am not constantly answering the Troll's beck and call.  Then of course he is also doing the last minute cancelation thing on his weekends.  If ds has ballgames Troll won't take him...IDIOT!!

Then there is the puppy/Beastfromthedepthsofhell that Ds got for Christmas.  His puppy he got this time last year died after a month so for Christmas he got another puppy.  Same parents as last puppy but no where near the same dog.  This one is 10 times larger, 10 times dumber, and 10 times more assertive.  Oh and 100 times stronger!!  I still have not established myself as alpha dog.  If this Monster Mutt weren't so freakin' cute he'd already be taking up space at the local no kill shelter.  I posted this earlier on the Tacky Tiki Lounge..this is how I spent my Easter...

http://tackytikilounge.blogspot.com    All my crazy friends and I are going to post our daily weirdness there.  Well mine occurs daily not sure about anyone else.

BTW why can't we cut and paste in  here?????????

Those sticky pesky damn 5 lbs....

I've lost them yet again!!!  Now I just need to stay motivated to get beyond this set point my body has.  I'm blaming it on my body because it just cann't be me that is the problem....  I must have some kind of unconsious fear of getting to 145....like I might find a life or something.  School is a bitch this semester and that makes me eat, I'm busy as heck with tax season, that makes me eat, I'm always in a rush so that makes me eat the wrong things...could someone disable my drivers side window?? That would help a lot!  Not to mention ds with his preteen angst and hormonal emotional roller coaster and slothiness!!!  I'm bringing out the garbage bag and throwing away everything on the floor.  Anyone need some boys size 10-12 handme downs, slightly dirty and heavily wrinkled, dog hair and floor lint included??? 

Yep in a weak moment Christmas morning I let a gorgeous face and beautiful brown eyes talk me into taking them home with me.  (No not MR Hottie, although the description matches pretty well.  He's only allowed to spend the night occasionally.  At least until he smartens up and realizes I'm perfect for him and we both find more than an occasional evening we can spend together. )

 I caved and got ds a puppy...it was adorable, just a handfull of white fluffy fur with a huge black spot on his back.  Well it seems like Puppy Chow has magical properties...By Dec 30 that handful of fluff weighed 7.5 lbs...by Jan 23rd, it weighed 18.5 lbs...now the darn thing is about 33 lbs....with feet as big as mine.  He's totally changed colors and has an attitude problem...he talks back and doesn't listen to directions...kind of like ds in his bad moments....

Right now they are both sulking in their rooms after suffering the wrath of MOM!!

Time to go get ready for job #2 because one of the daycare kids from job #1 just spilt koolaid all over my kitchen floor...she's pretending not to see it............GGRRRRRR

Help!!! My scale is stuck!!

....okay the net just ate the post I wrote so if you read this twice I'm sorry...

I went back to the DR the other day.  3 year old and 4 year old in tow.  I had forgotten what a work out it was in the winter time getting two little ones dressed in coats, hats, scarves, mittens, ect.  Then getting them out the door without letting the puppy out and buckled into car seats with their coats on!!  I was exhausted before we left the driveway.  1 mile to the DR office and then inside to remove all the winter clothing in the waiting room, then moving children and clothing to the triage room, then the 2nd waiting room, then the actual exam room...OMG!!!  By the time the DR came in I was not exactly a happy camper. 

She was surprized when I told her I wasn't sick.  She had just seen me the month before for my diabetes checkup and was happy with the results.  In fact now a month later my blood pressure reading was even better.  My cholesterol results had come back with both levels in the acceptable range, my sugar has been in the normal range.  No problems so why was I there?  I told her I was there to bitch and moan because my stupid body seems to LIKE being between 179 and 175 and refuses to move away from that no matter what I do. 

We talked for over 30 minutes about my diet, my exercise (okay, I did admit I NEED to do more).  She was really impressed with the things we (me and ds) eat and things we have quit eatting.  SO.... her advice:  Sleep more (yeah right!) and eat more fiber and fruit.....  (Yep fruit....I asked about the sugar and she said the one metformin I'm taking should regulate it)  Whooo hooo  I haven't had a lot of fruit in a long time. Oh and I had to cross my heart and swear to get up to 10,000 steps a day again.   Then surprize surprize...she wrote me a prescription for Phentermine!!!  DUDE!  I felt like a junkie because I really felt like I had SCORED!!! 

Before you all start the lectures she already gave them to me...and I am under strict orders to show up in 1 month with more muscle mass even if my weight doesn't change.  This is for 30 days to help jumpstart my metabolisim. 

I've been taking them for 3 days now.  I haven't felt jittery or nervous just thirsty and don't have the constant 'Need To Feed' feeling.

Oh and added Bonus!! I swear my ADD seems to be under control without that sleepy feeling that ADD meds gave me :D  So maybe I'll get caught up with the laundry and stuff that keeps getting pushed to the side around here. (or maybe not! LOL)

I actually went to Krogers or as I call it  Kay Rogers and bought fruit...I felt like a kid turned loose in a candy store with a $100 bill.  LOL  I got Bananas and dried apricots, and prunes and also almonds...(geeze they have gotten expensive!)  I got 2 bags of the presliced green apples and then bought some of the low fat, low sugar, vanilla yogurt for dip :D  Then I grabbed a few mean cuisines for when I get pressed for time and am tempted to grab something at the drive thru instead of eatting at home.

The greatest thing happened today also  the SUN is OUT and it's above 40 degrees outside!!  Thursday is supposed to be 70 degrees.  I'm calling in sick!  Nobody should get their taxes done on a 70 degree afternoon!!  Baseball has started. Already!  so maybe I can get out and walk while ds practices, and then we have Monster Mutt that really needs to be walked.  He's over 20 lbs already and he's been dragging me around the yard!  Hopefully more exercise will calm his goofy ass down!!

Okay back to exam week!  I hope to catch up with everyone soon.