This blog is always taking a back seat. Between work, Chris' wacko work schedule this week, being sick (yes, all FOUR of us at once---awesome!), and fullfilling orders for invitations, this blog seems to fall farther and farther behind. Enough gentle nudges and I do return to regularity. Our Halloween was different. The base had a "trick or treat bash," in which the places of work handed out candy. It was great. Claire was in heaven, Mya was TERRIFIED of anything larger than 4 feet in costume and both got a bag full of sugary goodness. We went around with my friend from work and her two girls. It was fun. Chris's office handed out candy, so we stopped in and said hello. Mya was immediately snatched up. They all love our kids like their own. It is really nice. Anyway, they thought Mya was adorable in her little lion outfit. She even roared on command, which sealed the deal. Claire enjoyed seeing some friends from school, although she was a bit reluctant to speak to them. Go figure. The following day, the girls had a Fall Festival at their school where they could dress up in costume. Both Chris and I joined them. It was a bit disorganized and had a slow start. They had 2 bouncy houses or jumpy jumps as Claire calls them, playdough, face painting, etc. The kids had fun. I think they were more thrilled that we were there to join them than anything else. Claire also likes the fact that many of her friends like to run up to me and start talking. I did a speech/language screening there earlier in the week, so many of them knew me from that. She is pretty sweet. Anyway, two parties later and I was over Halloween. We've been sick for a few days and the candy was piling up, so I decided we weren't going to go do the traditional trick or treating on Halloween night. Neither kiddo knew the difference. Both were happy as clams with their few pieces of candy before the bags mysteriously disappeared ;) Gotta love this age--so easily fooled!
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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