Last weekend we searched for the perfect pumpkin in our local pumpkin patch. It was the first time that either of us had picked our pumpkin. Most people's idea of the perfect pumpkin is one that will make the best jack-o-lantern, but our search was for the perfect pumpkin to hold our baby. I got the idea from my sister, Lisa. She had done it with her kids, who absolutely hated it or were expression-less. Not mine. She is so easy going that she is willing to do anything and enjoy it! Chris cut the top off and cleaned it out. Then Claire went in. She wasn't too thrilled at first, but quickly came to realize that she wasn't going to be eaten by this big, orange, slimey thing and embraced the situation. In fact, I think she even liked it.
Yes, indeeedy do. 0.0 is exactly the amount of weight I lost this week. Irritating! Here's the breakdown: number of times I cheated on my diet--ZERO! number of times I worked out--FIVE!! (running, no less). Now that is a mean, mean slap in the face. After I picked myself off the floor and resisted the urge to throw the scale through my window, I've come to realize that it is time to call in the big guns. There will be no messing around. Through a very valuable (HA!--sense the sarcasm) inservice this year, I've learned that I am "Green," meaning logical, research based, problem solver, mathmatical thinker. I am applying the same thought and strategy to my 'get fit' adventure. There will be no relying on the treadmill to tell me how much I've burned. That thing lies, LIES, LIES!! Take for example, the fact that each time I worked out, I burned at least 300 calories--most often 350, my pulse was around 87 (which is pretty much a near death resting ...
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