Tag Archives: happiness

Hope you got what you wanted!

25 Dec

Hooray for Christmas!

Christmas Beauty

He really wanted this!

The Best Lunch Date

27 Aug
  • A stroll through the mall – window shopping and checking out cool stuff.
  • An order of Bourbon Chicken with Fried Rice and Broccoli.
  • A spoon and a fork and a shared Styrofoam container.
  • He and I sitting side by side, allowing me to sneak smooches and help him cut his broccoli trees.
  • A hug around the neck as I carried him to his bed for a nap.  (He made it even better by saying “Momma” with such love as he wrapped his little arms around and squeezed.)

I feel so lucky Nate and I shared such a nice day together.  It made me worry that I didn’t make the right decision about going back to work but then I remembered we’ll still have our evenings and weekends to enjoy. I know he’s going to love his “school” and I think it’s really going to help him in a lot of ways. I’m just glad I have this memory to keep and to cherish and am so thankful for our little man.

 

Needing a Kick in the Butt

2 Jun

For the past year, I’ve been working pretty hard to lose weight and for a while there I was holding steady at a range I was content with, 130-132.  Recently though, my numbers have been going higher and higher and I’m looking for a way to kick my butt back in gear so I thought telling on myself might help.

I’ve been thinking about why I’m not losing weight/holding steady anymore and here’s what I’ve come up with:

  • I buy and eat chips.  Lots of chips.
  • I buy and eat cookies.
  • I buy and eat ice cream.
  • I devour big portion sizes at dinner.
  • I eat way past 9:00 pm.
  • I drink way too much sweet tea.
  • I haven’t been going to the Y.  (Maybe 3 times in the last few weeks.)
  • I love me some beer/fancy drinks.
  • Did I mention I eat way too much?

Before I started writing this post, I found my old post where I talked about wanting to lose weight.  At that time (last August), I was happy with weighing 135ish.  Now though, that number makes me sad.  Now when I see that number on the scale, I immediately start self-loathing.  It’s always been my worry that I’ll never be satisfied.  That even when I do reach my goal of 125, it won’t be good enough.  I’ve gotten close a few times over this past year (128 was my lowest), but each time I creep back up to the 130 range (and now 136).  It’s ridiculous because now I feel that if I could just get back to 130ish I’d be happy.

I hope this confessional post will help give me the push I need to get back on track.  It all starts tonight with dinner.
 

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