Weight watchers decided to reward me for making it to the two week mark by taking back the pound I gained yesterday. So I’m a little bummed I had only planned on staying on this for a week and now here I am at 2 weeks with the last pound and a half to go. However, I can’t complain too much. I lost 3 lbs the first week and 1 1/2 lbs this week so maybe only another week or two of strict point counting and I’ll be set.
Archives for August 2007
Just about to melt
My van told me it was 101 degrees today and supposedly it’s supposed to stay in the hundreds this week. Our pool was 91 degrees today. It was insanely wonderful.
The girls started swimming today with only their floatie bathing suits and without their swimmies. Now when they jump in, they go fully under water. Emma holds her nose while Lexi doesn’t but they both do well handling going under water. There was a lot more coughing and spitting of water without them but we’re one step closer to full-on swimming.
Joined Crazy Hip Blog Mamas
Joined Blogging Chicks today
New theme soon to come
Even though this theme is nice, I find the green background and small white lettering hard to read. So, I hate doing it but I’ll be on the hunt for a new theme.
WW Day 13
Congratulations, you’ve stayed on weight watchers for 13 days now and guess what you get?? You get a whole pound back that you lost.
I do not like stepping on the scale and seeing a gain. It’s so very depressing.
Good morning
WARNING, LOTS OF #2 TALK
(the end is funny though)
I’ve tried not to talk about Emma’s #2 issues too much just because I know no one wants to hear anything about that. I’m still having to give her medicine and she does it in the right place about 10% of the time. It’s bad. And that’s another reason I’m glad she’s not going to school this year. Anyway, the other morning Emma had woken up before me and apparently decided she would “go” in her pull up while she sat and read a book in the middle of her bedroom floor. I’m still sleeping and she comes with her pajamas up in her hand and says Moom-my, come hee–rre, I have me-ess. Oh boy, I realize immediately that that’s not good. I jump out of bed and walk in to find that the medicine has worked a little too well and the pull-up didn’t hold it all. So within 30 seconds of being woken up, I’m cleaning Emma from head to toe almost literally and then have to clean the carpet.
People, this is what is refered to as…a crappy morning.
Coughin, Coffin, same thing
Emma and L were playing with this stuff called Moon Sand. It was made by the devil and sold in Target stores just to drive mothers crazier than playdough ever thought it could. Lexi apparently got ahold of one of Emma’s creations. And then this is what Emma says:
Let go of my coffin! I need my coffin. (pause) It makes you cough.