Our house was an interesting one this weekend. Naked booties, urine on the floor and laundry, laundry, laundry. Potty training is in full mode. Turning two years old is a turning point in our house. No more pacis, no more cribs and no more diapers. We had gotten rid of the paci's a month or ago and the crib long before that, but diapers still remain. Mya used the potty occasionally and did quite well this last week. However, the kid is out to prove us wrong. I was bragging to some friends after such a successful week, that I thought she was going to be super easy to train. Let me just say that after 2 whole days of trying--she was successful twice, which explains the urine on the floor, the streaking through the house with nothing on and the threats and bribery that came as a result. Frustration! We will stay on this horse or toilet, but it may not be easy ;)
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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