Hello everyone. This is not my usual time to blog. I normally blog at midnight, and it is 10 in the morning, so this blog may actually make sense....then again, it may be worse than usual. I usually do my best thinking when everyone else is asleep.
Anyway, I just thought I would announce my decision (that sounds very important, but don't get your hopes up). Yesterday I went back to weight watchers. I lost a lot of weight on Weight Watchers before I got pregnant with our last child, but then I decided that being pregnant entitled me to eat anything and everything I saw. And just eating a little of this and that was not enough. I had to eat for thirteen. After all, one never knows if they might be wrong when they told me they only saw one. I was big enough for at least octuplets. However, when only one baby popped out, well then I had to think of what I would do with all that extra weight that I was carrying around for the other 7 babies that were not there. I decided I would eat while I thought about my crisis.
I did go back to weight watchers a couple of times, but I just never had it together. I guess I wasn't ready to really get started, but I think I am now. I saw some of my deaf friends the other day, and they asked me if I was pregnant again. That is what I love about the deaf community. They are brutally honest! I think that is when I started getting ready to go back. Then my friend at church said she needed to go because she can't fit into her wedding dress,(she is getting married in Feb.) so we went together, and we are going to try to help each other. I'll keep you posted on how it goes.
Moving on to other subjects, just thought I would update you on the kids. Let's see, we are having revival meetings at church this week, and so there is always something to talk about after going to church. My oldest ds is much like the deaf community I was talking about earlier. He also is brutally honest, and he says whatever comes to his mind whenever he thinks it. So, last night at church we have this man singing, and he is talking before his songs. My son finally reached his limit, stood up and said, "Could you just sing the song!" My embarrassment was almost as great as when, just a few weeks ago, he stood up and turned to point at a man a few rows behind us and exclaimed, "Look, that man has a reverse mohawk. See he has hair on the sides but none on top!" Only a few minutes later he proclaimed that he had to use the bathroom, and began to tell me that he had to go so bad that "this part is" (as he points to what part of his anatomy that we have told him is private). Before he finishes the sentence I tell him just to go to the bathroom, and not to tell me! LOL
You know, I really thought I knew how I would raise my children...before I had any. Nathanael has taught me that I know nothing about raising children. In fact, Nathanael has taught me way more than I have taught him. But, I will not bore you with all that!
Sorry this blog isn't up to my usual standards. I mean, the three of you (my regular audience) have come to expect this blog to live up to a certain expectation, and I doubt that I have done that today, but do know that I will be back. Until then...May the fleas of a thousand camels infest your armpits. Adios!
So this morning, I was talking about this blog to my husband, and he says that I should share with you all his joke. Mind you, he has a rather odd sense of humor, but he has assured me that you will think it is funny. If you don't, you can e-mail me, and I will be sure to tell him!
Here goes. So this man walks into a bar (why is it that all men have to tell bar jokes. My dh has probably never even been in a bar, but he tells bar jokes. Go figure). Ok, so a man walks into a bar with a monkey on his shoulder. He sits down and the monkey jumps off his shoulder and runs to the pretzel bowl, gets a handful and eats them. He (the monkey, that is) goes to the olive jar, sticks his hand in and eats one. He then goes to the pool table, picks up the cue ball, puts it in his mouth, and somehow swallows that too. The bar tender is getting pretty upset by now, and he says to the man, "Aren't you paying attention to your monkey?"
The guy looks up and says, "No man, sorry. What's he doing?"
"He's eating everything in my bar. He just ate a cue ball off the pool table!"
The man seems undisturbed by this and replies, "Yeah, he eats everything. Just keep a tab of what he eats, and I will pay up before we leave."
So the man finishes his drink, pays the bill, gets his monkey and leaves. A few days later, the same man with the same monkey comes in. The man sits down and gets his drink. The monkey jumps off his shoulder and runs to the cherry jar, gets out a cherry, shoves it up his behind, pulls it out and eats it. Next he gets a peanut, puts it up his posterior side, takes it out and eats it. The bar tender had had enough. "Don't you see what your monkey is doing?" He yells at the customer.
The man looks up and says, "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention. What is he doing now?"
"He is grossing out my customers. He keeps shoving things in his hind end, and then taking it out and eating it!"
Again the man seemed undisturbed by this. "It doesn't surprise me. He still eats everything, but since he had to pass that cue ball, he measures it first."
Okay, so now you know what I live with. No wonder I overeat! (Well, I have to blame it on something!) My dh actually told my father-in-law (who is the pastor at our church) this joke, and told him that he should use it as a sermon illustration. He had it all worked out for him, but his dad didn't think it would go over well! LOL
I guess all you ladies out there can pass this on to your husbands/boyfriends, cause this is a guy joke! Hope they enjoy it. Many of you have probably lost all confidence in my blogging skills now! To those fans (I like to think I am sharing with someone rather than thin air) that have followed me through my blogs (as there have been so many), please do not lose respect for me. I will go get some rest, and come back refreshed and ready to share all those wonderful peices of wisdom that you have come to expect from me. (Hey stop that snickering!)
As for now, it is almost midnight, and I have to go, but as in the words of Arnold...."I'll be back" (I wrote that in his accent. DId you get that? I am so good! ")
Ok, so not really popular demand, but at least one person did request another go round. Sorry to all my faithful fan(s) out there. My grandmother died a few weeks back, and I had to go to TN. I have now made three trips to TN in the last 6 weeks, and I have found myself worn out. I have also been reminded how extremely strange my family is. Now I know to those who have read my few blogs, that will seem very odd. For me to say that I have a strange family will be a stretch for most of you to imagine. I mean, I am often told how very normal I am (just don't ask my husband or any other people that know me). But verily, it is true that I came from a family of nuts.
As an example I will site the conversation at the viewing. Before I tell you what we talked about, while people came to view the body of my departed Grandmother, I must ask that you not think we are callous, or unfeeling. We loved Mama (though she was a bit on the crazy side herself, but those stories are for another day). My siblings and I have been confronted with death from a very young age. I, being the youngest of four, was not yet two when our father died. Since then, we have often used humor in the face of grief. In fact, we use humor in the face of everything. That is just who we are. We also believe strongly that death is not the end, and that if our loved ones have trusted in Christ, then we will see them again. This causes us to be able to see past the funeral home, and gives us reason to smile.
So anyway, back to the story. Here we are, sitting in the funeral home, and what subject should come up but the bowel habits of our children!
That is right! I did not type that incorrectly. You did not read that wrong! My brother began telling us about how his daughter exclaims aobut what is coming out. If it is large, she declares it to be the father. If it is small it is a baby, etc. My other brother then had to tell how his son was sitting on the toilet one day when Timothy arrived home. The door was wide open, so he said to his son, "So you dropping off some friends?" Elisha laughed and said he was, then proclaimed, "But one of them won't get out of the truck!" Of course, my son did a pretty good one too, but it was after I came back, so I did not get to share it with my siblings, so I will share it with you. (I know that you are waiting on the edge of your seat, for if you are still reading, you may well be the kind of person that has a few stories of your own.)
Ok, so my 3 year old is having some issues with going stinky in the potty, and I have allowed him to put on a pull up to stinky (trying to get him in the habit of knowing when it is coming.) He also has an issue with swallowing chewing gum. Anyway, the other day I was changing him, and the smell of mint mixxed with the not so fresh odor of the pull up. So I told him that I could smell the gum he had been swallowing, and he smiled up at me and said, "I swallow my gum so that my hiney will have minty fresh breath." Well, what can you say to that?
OH, I think I am supposed to be writing about my weight loss journey. To be honest, it is rather a stand still. I have journeyed no where. My new day has turned into the same old days. But tomorrow I shall try again.
I will try to write a better blog in the coming days. I returned only yesterday from my final trip to TN (for a little while anyway), and I did not get much sleep last night. I think this blog will be testimony to that fact.
Anyway, have a good evening/morning/day. I will be back, so be ready!
Let me begin today by saying thanks to all you guys that have been writing to me. I have not been good about writing back yet, but I will get there. It is nice to know that I am not just here talking to myself. I do that enough when I am not on the computer.
Let me get the painful stuff over first....today I did okay on my eating, but not great. I won't go into details, but I need to be a little better the rest of the week. I am at least trying to get better...that's a start right!!! Don't they say that you can't get better until you admit there is a problem? (I can think of times when this statement would not be true, but I am not here to nit pick, or not right now anyway!)
Anyway, since I know there are a few people out there who have read my blogs up to now, I just want to clear a few things up. Of course, I have no idea if you have come back for more, so I may be clearing up things only for myself. Okay, now I am obsessing over whether people read my blogs...that is sad.
I have mentioned on this blog that I am a homeschool mom. I was thinking today (I only think on Thursdays, so it will be another week before you will see that line again) that some of you might have a preconceived notion about me. I know that most of my homeschool chums are really great woman. They cook, they clean, and their kids are perfectly behaved. And though I wish I could say that about myself...well...I can't.
Here is who I am. My house looks like a large hurricane blew through it, then came a tornado, followed by an earthquake, etc. Now that you have that mental picture, let me burst another bubble. I rarely cook real meals. My poor husband! Then there is the matter of my children. Though they are adorable (like their mom) and quite brilliant (i would say like their mom here too, but most of those reading this would know that is probably not true), they do, on occasion, find certain behaviors that are often considered less than perfect. Upon finding these behaviors, they sometimes do them over and over and over and over and over and over again. Thus causing my insanity to grow and my husband to enjoy his job more.
My goal this year is to make learning fun for them. And to drop 60 pounds. And to clean my house, and keep it clean. Also to be a good wife. I would like to learn how to scuba dive, climb mt everest and row around the world in a boat I made myself. You don't think I am overshooting do you?
Let me begin by saying that I am so blessed to live in America. Listen quick, cause I am rarely serious, and it will be gone soon. I was thinking tonight, as I watched the fireworks with my three boys (more on that a little later), what a privilege it is to be able to live in a free country, and have to right to do all the things I do. Worship freely, homeschool my boys, say what I want, etc. I hope to show my boys how to be thankful for our freedoms, and to be thankful to those who have fought/given their lives for the cause of freedom. Whether that be 200 years ago, or today; on our own soil, or in the middle east, I am thankful for them all! And thankful to the Lord who put me here. I hope that America will always be free and will always stand for freedom.
Ok, I am finished with that serious, mushy stuff. I did not have the best day as far as my eating. To celebrate independence day, we ate Mexican food. (go figure) I ate too many chips. Then I ate fries tonight. But what are fire works without French Fries? Hey, that is kind of funny. We celebrate with Mexican food and French fries. I don't think I had anything "American" all day!!!
My kids (7, 3, and 14 months) loved the fire works!!! If you would have stood in the Wendy's parking lot with us, you could have heard my ADHD poster child talk non stop about what makes fire works hot, and how he wants to shoot off fireworks when he grows up, and how he knows how to do it now, and did they have fireworks when you were a kid mommy? and so on and so on and so on. (If you were in the parking lot at the same Wendy's I was, I am soooo sorry!)
I have to tell whoever you sad people are that read my blogs (I am not insulting you, I just don't know how you stand it), what my ds said a few months ago. (The oldest ....the ADHD poster boy I was talking about above.) Since I told you he wants to shoot off fireworks when he grows up, it is only fair to tell you he wants to do many other things also. He wants to be a greeter at Wal-Mart (he really likes those people), he wants to be a detective, a fireman, an inventor, and the list goes on. One day he told his grandma that he wanted to be a doctor one day a week, She asked him what kind and he answered without hesitation, "One that delivers babies. But by then everything will be electric, so all I will have to do is push a button." So now you know. I wish I had waited to have my babies! One button baby delivery sounds better than actually working for it.
Ok, so I know that I have not really written anything meaningful here today, but then do I ever?? (No need to really answer that!) I think I will sign off now... the men on white jackets are here to give me my medicine LOL. Talk to you all later (or to myself as the case may be).
I guess I did not do a good job of explaining myself yesterday! I made it sound like I thought I had to say "no" to all the good foods in life. Well, I know that I can eat anything I want in moderation. The problem is, I have to say no eventually. "No, thanks. I don't need anymore of that." You know what I mean.
As I said before, I lost weight on weight watchers, and they stress portion control. I know that is the only way I can do it. I would still be going to weight watcher meetings, but I am having a bit of a time issue. Being a homeschool mother of three boys, time is not so easy to come by, but I know that it will be worth it in the long run.
Back to the issue at hand. Today went pretty well. I ate lunch at Logan's, and yeast rolls are one of my (many) weaknesses. If you are what you eat, I am a walking yeast roll most days after eating at Logan's. Today, however, I only ate one. I got grilled tilapia because it is light and a baked potato. Not too bad.
In my mind I counted my points (just as in weight watchers), but my main goal today was to stop eating everything in sight. Just because it is left on my child's plate, does not mean I have to eat it.
It is funny really. I can be stuffed as Winnie the Pooh, but suddenly that piece of pizza on my child's plate screams at me to be eaten. I try to ignore it, and then it gets up and dances. Now, you must admit, not many people can ignore a piece of dancing pizza. However, that is when the choice comes in. I could call Ripley's Believe it or Not, or I could eat it. Most of the time, I choose to eat it, but not anymore.....does anyone have the number to Ripley's? If not, I guess I could just save it for the kids lunch or something.
Ok, so if you are reading this blog, you are probably thinking, "This girl needs to be locked up." Maybe you are right, but my husband wouldn't let that happen (at least until the last child is potty trained). So, if you like crazy people, I will be back tomorrow. If you like sanity...you might need to find a new blog! Until next time..........................
Okay. This is pretty new to me. I never blog, but if it will help me stick to my weight loss plan, I am willing to give it a try.
Basically, I, like most of the rest of the world, know what I am supposed to do to lose weight. I lost almost 50 pounds on weight watchers before getting pregnant with my third child. Now that child is 14 months old, but I am almost at the same point I started at before I lost the weight. Not because I don't know what to do, but because I can't seem to overcome the obstacles.
It seems when I set my mind to eating right, something gets in the way. Whether it is one of my children's leftover french fries, or my husband wanting to stop for ice cream, I somehow can't say "no".
Obviously, since I lost weight before, I can say "no", I have just forgotten. So this is my day to remember. It is almost midnight on July the 2nd, and I have to find a way to say "no" to the bad choices tomorrow, and "yes" to moderation. Out with the old way, and in with the new. Tomorrow is a new day, and the Bible says that "His mercies are new every morning." So, this is my new morning. I'll tell you how it goes tomorrow evening!
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