Remember the last time that I wrote about WW and I said my heart/head didn’t wanna play the WW game? Remember when I showed you fancy graphs of how my weight loss had flat-lined? Remember how I said I needed some inspiration?

Well, it’s 3 months later and today could write the exact same post.

Ugh.

I am happy to report that I did make it through Halloween, Christmas, Valentines and Easter and only gained 4 pounds. This, to me, is a miracle.

You see friends, the holidays are rough for the likes of me.

I literally ate a bag of jelly beans a day for 5 days straight. A BAG A DAY PEOPLE.

Hello, my name is Molly and I have a problem.

I’m pretty sure that Weight Watchers spokesperson Jennifer Hudson doesn’t eat a bag of jelly beans a day. She probably eats grilled chicken and celery. Her waist is tiny and beautiful and not filled with tiny jelly beans.

Thankfully, all the sugar has been banished from the house and I am on day 5 of WW. Like, the for real WW. The one where you actually count points, rather than thinking about how many points it may be and stuffing it in your mouth with reckless abandon. Ya know, the kind of WW that I’ve been doing for months. It’s not really working for me.

Newsflash, when I count points, I lose weight. What a miracle!

Ya know, calories in, calories out, yada, yada, yada.

Anyway, I’m standing here in front of all of you confessing my lack of disciple and confessing my desire to lose 12 pounds in 6 weeks.

I can totally do it. I know I can. I’ve done it before and I can again. If only I will stick to the plan!!!!

Wanna do it too? Pretty please with sugar on top. Lots of sugar. Or maybe Splenda?

Help people. WW is tough for a sugaraholic. I need all the help/encouragment/love that I can get! Tell me how you’re gonna join me. We can do this my peeps!

In the wee hours of the morning as I was rocking and nursing my sweet Brother Bear, his nightlight cast a glimmer on my beloved wedding ring. Oh how I love this ring…and oh how I love the man who gave it to me.

As I watched it glisten I recalled this story and I had to hold back my thunderous laughter as to not wake up my baby boy. Because friends, this real life story still makes me laugh.

Let’s revisit this old goody together…{originally written in February ’10}.

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My Bitzy is a mere 3 months old so the real truths of my horrible pregnancy haven’t vanished into sweet romantic memories.

38 pounds gone.

It’s true. All the glorious months of eating whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted it are gone too. Unfortunately.

That’s the great thing about pregnancy. I just eat. And eat. And eat.

I figure that I have my whole life to lose weight, right?

That brings me to today.

It’s true that 38 pounds is a lot of poundage. It really is.

But here’s the catch, it’s all baby weight. Now I’m back to my not so skinny normal weight. Sure I’m not technically overweight, but still, there’s plenty-o-jiggle.

That’s the crazy thing about growing a tiny human in your belly (or 2 of them in 1.5 years), even when the weight comes off, your body is different. Or mine is anyway. All of you gals who look exactly the same as you did before you had a baby: congratulations. Really, I’m not bitter. Nope, not one bit.

I, unfortunately am not one of those girls. While I’m at a comfortable weight for me, the jiggle abounds.

That brings me back to your friend and mine, Weight Watchers.

Below you’ll see a graph of my weight loss since I began in mid-July. (Aren’t I fancy for showing you a graph! So unlike me!)

Notice how the weight at first it was practically falling off me? Then if you’ll notice around October, it was, um, NOT falling off me. Take a closer look below from October to now.

Basically friends, I’ve flat-lined so to speak. I’ve been more much interested in consuming as many cupcakes as possible rather than losing weight. I admit it.

And exercise? Forget about it.

The Holidays are a sugarholics dream/nightmare come true.

So now what?

I’m not gonna lie. My heart has just not been in it. I am a firm believer that in order to effectively lose weight your heart and your head have to be in the game….and mine hasn’t been.

(Gotta getcha getcha getcha head in the game)- Throwback to High School Musical. Holla!

Now that we’ve had our musical break, back to the situation at hand.

The fact is that I’m thrilled the baby weight is gone, but I really and truly want to lose more. I’m greedy like that. I would LOVE  to lose at least 15 more pounds before the dreaded bathing suit season. If not, I think I may purchase a swim dress while my babies are too young to be embarrassed. Wholesome Wear anyone?

I’ve gotta get back to it. Maybe…tomorrow?

Anyone feel this way? Frustrated and annoyed with the pursuit of weight loss. It’s like the Neverending Story, but without the cool flying dragon/puppy, Falcor.

Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?

I’m not one of those gals who gets all in a tizzy about her hair. I’ve never once cried over a haircut or color gone wrong. It will grow back after all, right? Hopefully?

Anyway, my days of non-tizziness came to a screeching halt a few months ago when I declared that I hated, HATED, hated my hair. Too long, too dark, too awful.

So, what did I do? I slapped it up in a pony-tail every.single.day.

I became the typical stay at home mom who had on no make-up, hair up and a coffee mug in hand.

I’m not proud of this folks.

While it’s not practical for me to wear high heels every day, for me, it’s important to feel good about myself. I figure that we all will benefit from mommy looking and feeling good. As they say, “If Mama ain’t happy, nobody’s happy.” True dat.

So, I called a salon about one minute down the road and got an appointment. My sweet mother in-law came over and watched the babies and I spent one solid hour alone getting my hair did.

And…I love it.

Granted she could have given me a crew cut and I would’ve liked it better than the matted long mess of hair that I had.

Thankfully, she did exactly what I asked her to do and I’m in happy hair heaven.

I’ve even worn make-up for 2 days in a row!

Shut the front door, Molly is back!

Here are some pictures:

Front

Back

It’s slightly embarrassing how much better I feel. My step is lighter and slowly but surely I’m feeling like myself again. I’ve been pregnant/breastfeeding for nearly 3 years! Crazy.

Now that my hair is cute and my baby weight is almost gone I’ll probably get pregnant again any second…because that’s how I roll (relax Mama, I’m joking).

Today marks ten weeks that I’ve been back in the trenches of WW.

It seems like only yesterday that I was feasting on milk chocolate chips. Oh wait, it was yesterday. Although I will say that measuring said chocolate chips and eating a tiny portion doesn’t have the same effect as grabbing the bag and eating half of it in one sitting, however, it’s still oddly satisfying.

And now for the moment we’ve all been watiing for…

Drum roll please…..

In ten weeks I’ve lost 21.5 pounds.

(Don’t you dare take my .5 away from me. Ounces count too!)

So basically I’m losing 2 pounds per week, which I am thrilled with.

This go around I’m not attending the WW meetings and simply doing the program online. It’s fast and simple, which I really need in my happy baby filled life.

So there you have it. If I can lose weight, anyone can. And I do mean anyone.

Any updates on your weight loss/thinking about losing weight journey?

I have read 2 books since Bitzy was born. TWO. Actually that’s not true. I’ve read at least 2.5 billion kid books. Let me clarify: I’ve only read two books that don’t print the words on cardboard and smell like strawberries when you scratch them. Since you’re dying to know, they are “Heaven is For Real” (excellent) and “The Help” (stunning). Take in mind that pre-baby I could put 2 novels away per week. I devoured good books, a real sucker for a good memoir. After my sweetheart was born I would read a paragraph here and there of baby help books (useless), but the days of endlessly curling up with a book are way over. Happily over to be sure, but still O-V-E-R.

I’m disgusted with how much food we have in the freezer and pantry. There are starving babies for goodness sake. I think we can go for a week without fresh fruit. That said, I have declared that all meals will come from food that we already have this week (and maybe next). So far, so good. Granted, tonight I used my last fresh veggie (green pepper), so after the leftovers are gone from tonight’s dinner, we may be feasting on more creative foods. Perhaps tomorrow will be something totally new and unique! How about corn and peas casserole or peanut butter and cracker ragu. No? Too weird? I’ll figure something out. I’m excited to use our resources wisely and weirdly! Ha.

I am fairly certain that I successfully addicted baby #2 to my arms. My sweet baby boy is now 3 months old and loves to snuggle, and clearly I love to snuggle him right back. My Bitzy screamed bloody murder day in and day out for the first 5 months of her life unless I was holding her, so I’m pretty sure that my arms have magic dust on them. Slowly but surely my sweet boy is making it very clear that he wants a piece of the magic. I’m scared that we may end up with another round of sleep wars…oh well. I’m gonna enjoy the snuggles while they last.

Is it bad that I dreamt last night about coconut cream pie? I have a problem. Just for the record, a Coconut Cream Pie Milkshake from Sonic is 18 points. Ouch. Almost worth it. Almost, but not quite.

My hair is in a bad place. A really, really, really bad place. I don’t think it’s been this long since college. And trust me, long hair is not a good look for me. Must.Get.Haircut. I hit an all time low on Saturday when I took a “mommy time-out” during nap time and ventured to “The Wal-Mart.” I actually walked in the hair salon located inside “The Wal-Mart.” By some stroke of miracle they were busy and couldn’t cut my awful hair. This my friends is how you spell desperation.

Any confessions that you’d like to get off your chest?

Bitzy LOVES apples!

Well friends, it’s been a whole month since I got back together with my old beau, WW.

Our affairs have been intense in the past and the reunion tour I’m currently on is no exception.

You see, Weight Watchers is the perfect match for the likes of me.

What other diet program gives you the option of eating sugar all the live long day?  I love having that option, it keeps my sugar addiction intact.

Here’s the skinny.

In 4 weeks I’ve lost 11 pounds.

However, I feel like a cheater.

I get 20,490 points a day because I’m breastfeeding exclusively. I mean, that’s a lot of points. And since I value all things sugar over anything else, I’ve been eating a lot (like a lot, a lot) of sugar.

The secret to eating tons of junk food and still losing weight is simply staying within your points. It’s not brain surgery.

You see, WW tried to get all sneaky and change the points system so that you were forced to eat healthier.

Pu-lease WW. I ain’t no dummy.

Sugar always wins.

Always.

A life without Milky Way is no life at all.

So there you have it. WW is working yet again.

I am a life long believer in the powers of WW.

Today I tried on my “fat” jeans and they fit! Obviously, my goal is to fit into my “normal” size jeans and hopefully my “skinny” jeans (not to be confused with actual skinny jeans. Not my style folks, nope not at all) will eventually fit again soon enough.

So progress is certainly being made! More updates to come sooner than later.

Anyone else out there in cyberspace losing weight/wants to lose/loves sugar?

Anyone? Am I all alone in the world of WW?

Do tell!

My beautiful boy.

Well friends, tomorrow marks 6 beautiful weeks since I met my little boy. In some ways it feels as if I’ve known him forever, like we have always been a part of each other, and others it feels like just yesterday that I gazed into his eyes for the first time.

Time is funny like that I suppose.

That said, in the land of medicine six weeks is the magic number given for women who have pushed a tiny human (or in my case, not so tiny- 9lbs, 9 oz), to begin losing weight and begin exercising.

Not that I followed that advice with Bitzy. With her I totally ignored the whole six weeks thing and waited four solid months before lifting a finger. I’m going to blame that on winter. It was freaking freezing outside and I just couldn’t bear to begin until the spring. Well, and those chocolate chips were amazing.

This time around it’s just too hot outside to be fat. I’m totally grossing myself out with my thighs rubbing together in this dreadful heat. So, it’s time friends. It’s so time.

I’m a large lady. It’s so time for WW. However, my handsome Daddy and baby Bitzy are quite stunning, no?

No more Dairy Queen French Silk Pie Blizzards (totally amazing). No more Banana Pudding Milkshakes from Chick-Fila (although they discontinued them, apparently my efforts to keep them around forever weren’t enough). No more french fries, Dr. Pepper, pizza and chocolate. It’s all over.

This is, of course, for the best. One cannot live on junk food forever. It’s time that my body meet vegetables again. Molly meet squash, squash meet Molly.

WW are me are old pals so hopefully it won’t be too painful. Although now that they have a new points system I’m going to be a novice (which is scary). Not to worry, since I’m nursing my new handsome prince at least 59 times per day I get extra breastfeeding points which will help curb my candy addiction. Hooray!!!

I’ll keep you posted on my progress. Hopefully my thighs will thank me soon enough!

PS: If you have any WW or low-fat recipes you’d like to share I am all ears:).

Maternity pictures are a funny thing. They document the miracle of pregnancy, however, they also capture the hugeness of a person during her final and most unfortunate looking days of pregnancy…the “they” that I’m speaking of is “me.”

I’ve seen the “sexy” maternity photos where the mama is practically naked with wind blowing through her hair, she looks glorious and glowing and bursting with life.

You see friends, I have come to a conclusion about pregnancy. Are you ready? It’s really profound. Get ready.

There are some people (not me) that look amazing while pregnant. They look better, feel better and seem to GLOW. Then, there are people in my category. We are tired, look awful and rather than glowing it’s more akin to sweaty.

I’m not complaining though. I do not take the absolute miracle and gift of pregnancy for granted for one single second. I know plenty of people who would love to feel the pains of pregnancy. So, that said, I have accepted the fact that I get massively huge during pregnancy.

Truth hurts people. Again, not complaining. Just gearing up for my next round of WW in a few months.

Anywho, back to maternity pics.

Perhaps I should have had them taken when I was around 5 or 6 months before every surface of my body decided to celebrate pregnancy by expanding…but alas I did not.

At least I can show these pictures to my darling children and remind them of how I completely forfeited my body in order to grant them life…I can see a future guilt trip coming on. I gotta put these things in my back pocket for them they are teenagers and I have to prepare all the ammunition possible.

While I don’t love the way I look, I do love my amazing family…this picture makes me smile.

Hopefully it’ll make you smile too.

We have well established that I love food.

Particularly food of the sugary sort to be sure, but I am, forever and always, a food lover.

Sure, I’m frequently a weirdo about various food items, but overall, I love food and food loves me (and my ever expanding 6 months pregnant hips).

However, I am a bit of a weirdo about red meat. I L-O-V-E steak, but hamburger meat totally weirds me out. Remember the spaghetti little story? Read about it here.

I simply cannot bear it when red meat is in tacos. Homemade, store bought, fast food, you name it, it grosses me out to no end. It’s just so….wet. And greasy. And mysterious.

Just Saturday during our moving shenanigans (yes, you will get pictures, just let me find that pesky camera cord), Zach was eating a taco from Taco Bell. He asked if I wanted a bite and THANK THE LORD I checked to make sure it was chicken. When I realized it was mystery beef, I strongly declined.

Then, today I read this article…

Hold the phone Batman. I just threw up in my freaking mouth.

Here are the ingredients in Taco Bell’s “Meat”:

Water, isolated oat product, salt, chili pepper, onion powder, tomato powder, oats (wheat), soy lecithin, sugar, spices, maltodextrin (a polysaccharide that is absorbed as glucose), soybean oil (anti-dusting agent), garlic powder, autolyzed yeast extract, citric acid, caramel color, cocoa powder, silicon dioxide (anti-caking agent), natural flavors, yeast, modified corn starch, natural smoke flavor, salt, sodium phosphate, less than 2% of beef broth, potassium phosphate, and potassium lactate.

Ummm…I am no health nut. In fact, I’m pretty sure that my body is made of 45% chocolate.  But I’ll take it any day over “isolated oat product“.

What in the heck is that anyway?

Needless to say, I’m holding steady to my refusal to eat ground beef of any variety.

I mean, it that not disguisting????

I have a bit of a quandary. A dilemma if you will.

As you may know, I am a lifelong lover of candy.  I love everything about it.

The taste.

The texture.

The aftertaste.

In my day, I have consumed more candy than I care to admit. It’s true, I have a bit of an obsession.

I may go a whopping 2 days without a piece and then eat a whole bag.

I’m really healthy like that.

The whole “everything is moderation” is crazy talk.

Back to the dilemma.

A few years ago I was really into making lists. Don’t worry, not like “to-do” lists, please. Me? I’m not really a to-do list kinda gal. My lists were more like my top 10 favorite foods, candy, movies, songs…ya know, important stuff.

I encourage you to do this, it’s a fun exercise that will really make you dig deep for answers.

For example, my favorite candy.

Who am I kidding? Top 10? Try top 50, now that I could do.

And I didn’t even separate the lists. I really should have. But alas, I’m much wiser now than in the days of my youth. I thought I could simply lump them all together…but no so, my friends, not so.

So now, a few years later, the list still plagues me. I totally didn’t do it right.

Here was my list of Top Ten Favorite Candy (in no particular order):

1. Sour Gummy Worms (still true. I do love them. But top ten? I’m not sure. This is why it’s important to have separate lists).

2. Milky Way

3. Snickers

4. Candy Pumpkins

5. Coconut Cream Pie

6. Homemade Carmel Icing

7. Yellow Cake Mix Batter

8. York Peppermint Patties

9. Banana Pudding

10. Samoa and Spumoni Ice Cream (the love is separate, but equal).

As you can tell, this is a totally bogus list. How in the world can York Peppermint Patties be on the same list as Coconut Cream Pie? It’s like apples and oranges. Even as I type this little story I’m so annoyed with myself that I so haphazardly made these lists.

Perhaps back then I wasn’t as in touch with my total and complete love of candy.

Now that I am free to shout it from the rooftops and sing to the top of my lungs, “I love candy! We are best friends forever!” I feel more inclined to take things like this list seriously.

Let’s take Milky Way and Snickers.

My first instinct is to always go for the Snickers.  But then if I eat a Milky Way I am reminded of the vast goodness of the combo pack of chocolate, carmel and the yummy goodness of nougat.

The same goes for peach rings and sour gummy worms.  I think I want peach rings, but then I long for the sourness of the worms.

I cannot be satisfied.

All this to say, I am going to spend some time considering my new and improved lists. This time, I’m going to separate the lists into much more manageable categories. And I think you should too. This is an exercise for us all. It’s really important for us to get in touch with our sweet tooth.

List One: Top Ten Sugary Candy (example: Gummy Worms & Peach Rings).

List Two: Top Ten Chocolate Candy (example: Snickers & Milky Way).

List Three: Top Ten Desserts (example:Coconut Cream Pie & Banana Pudding).

List Four: Top Ten Ice Creams.

So there you go. Your assignment my darling friends is to also consider these lists and let me know your favorites too. Surely I’m not the only one that could live on straight up sugary goodness.

Can’t wait to hear your responses.

Ya know the terrible, awful, mean thoughts you have in your head but you never say them out loud because people will think you’re such a heartless meanie pants?

Well, for fear that I will have to wear a “World’s Biggest Meanie” badge, I’ve gotta get this out.

I have a love/hate relationship with the Biggest Loser.

There I said it.

I know that everyone in the whole wide loves the show, but friends, it’s a little dramatic for my taste.

I know what you’re thinking. How can I consider McDreamy and Meredith my personal friends but say that The Biggest Loser is too dramatic?

Well, that’s a good question.

The short answer? I’ve been with McDreamy and Meredith longer. Our relationship is more solid, so that’s that. Plus, I earned my medical degree from The Grey’s Anatomy School of Medicine. I can’t quit them now, or ever.

I think part of my issue with The Biggest Loser is that the show is too long. Two hours is a really long time for one show…unless, that show is One Tree Hill of course. I would be totally okay with every episode being two hours, (do you hear me CWTV. That’s a formal request).

Also, it’s like the show finds the most emotional people in the world. These poor people say their name and where they’re from and immediately burst into tears. Why, I ask?

Do they love their hometown? Do they hate their name? What is so emotional about stating your name and hometown? I just don’t get it.

The only thing I can figure is that they’re hungry.

Like, starving.

I mean if you go from eating a pizza every day to eating grilled chicken and yogurt, how does the body respond?

The Biggest Loser has taught us over the years that the response is always tears.

Always.

Then, add in 8 hours of grueling exercise and these people realize that the key to weight loss is crying. The more you cry the more you lose. So cry on people, cry on.

I just wish that I could send them a care package full of my favorite things when I’m crying. Do you think they’d appreciate a box full of candy pumpkins, mashed potatoes and chocolate milk?

Probably not.

And also, Alison Sweeny gets prettier every episode. Can I get a witness?

Ah yes, the long awaited Weight Watcher post about my “Baby Weight Be Gone Campaign.”

I’ve been putting this one off you see.

I’ve had a “WW Part 5″ post in draft mode for awhile now. The trouble is that every week I think “I’ll lose a whole bunch of weight this week and then I’ll finish the post.” The bad news is that my days losing “a whole bunch” of weight in a week are way over friends.

Like, way over.

The last time I spilled my guts to you over my WW adventures I had lost 36 pounds. That was 7 weeks ago.  As of Thursday, I have lost a total of…wait for it…wait for it….

43 pounds.

I realize that it’s great, blah, blah, blah, but that means that I’ve only lost 1 pound per week since then.

(What a whiny baby, right? I annoy myself).

I’m not a mathematician by any means, (although, let the record show that I can rock some addition and subtraction), but if I started on March 1st, that was nearly 6 months ago, right?. Right. There are 52 weeks in year, so half of that is 26 weeks, right?

So 26 divided by 43 pounds, comes out to 1.65 pounds per week. Right?

I’m not breaking any records by any means, but the weight is ssssssllllllloooooowwwwwwlllllllyyyyyyy coming off.

And, guess what?!

Being the huge girly girl that I am, I tried on my wedding dress last week and IT FITS!

Let’s take a walk down my wedding memory lane, shall we?

And lastly, my love waiting for me at the end of a very long, tear filled aisle. My Love, My Zach.

Whew. Memory lane is apparently filled with a few teardrops tonight. I sure did love, love, LOVE my wedding day.

OK, I’m wiping my tears away and focusing on my amazing wedding dress…back to business.

Not only does it fit, it looks great if I do say so myself.

When Zach and I got married I told him that I didn’t want to preserve my dress because I wanted to be able to wear it whenever I wanted.

Ya know, like walk around the house, eat a sandwich, run to the post office, pretend to be a runway model, prance around, go on play dates, make dinner, whatever was on my agenda for the day. I mean, it is my dress and technically I’m still a bride, so why the heck not?

Plus, since I refuse to actually weigh myself because I’m such a scaredy cat, the dress is just as good as a scale.

So basically my “dress scale” told me today that I’m at my wedding weight which was around 10ish pounds less than “normal” Molly weight.

I will tell ya though, with all this WW point counting, etc., I’ve been eating like a maniac lately.

For example, here was my menu today.

Breakfast: Egg McMuffin from my friend and yours, McDonald’s. I could seriously eat them 3 times a day, so freaking good.

Breakfast Take 2: Nonfat, no-whip Peppermint Mocha from Starbucks. Ditto to the above statement.

Lunch: Glazed Chicken Lean Cuisine. Total opposite of the above statement. If I never saw one again, it would be fine by me.

Lunch Take 2/Dinner/Dinner Take 2/Snack: Big, Beautiful, Best thing ever of all time: A Banana Spilt from Brusters. The heavens opened and there was a party in my mouth when I took a bite of this glorious creature. I ate this at 2:00pm and I knew full well that my eating was way over for the day. Do I regret this?  I think you know the answer to this. Never, ever, ever, never do I regret my sugar escapades. Never.

Dinner Take 3: Bag of grapes. (yup, the whole bag. Don’t judge me).

Basically I’m on an “eat as many preservatives as possible” diet, along with counting all my WW points. It’s a great marriage of a low calorie/preservative filled lifestyle plan.

Ugh. Again, I annoy myself.

And yes, before you ask, I am still breastfeeding.

Thanks for rubbing it in.

In my defense, the only foods that go into my Bitzy’s mouth are organic foods that I make her. No sugar, hormones, additives, none of the yucky stuff.

I figure that she gets enough preservatives in my breast milk, the food I feed her should be au natural.

Anyway, how did we get off this tangent?

Back to my frenemy Weight Watchers.

The bottom line? It’s working and my pre-preg jeans are baggy.

Isn’t that a fabulous bottom line?

Well, and that if I eat one more Lean Cuisine I may explode, but let’s focus on the positive.

So there you have it.

Maybe this week I’ll jinx myself and lose 5 pounds…but just in case, I’m not holding my breath.

Love to all,

PS: All photos were taken by Tyler Pelan at Lighting His World Photography.

Notice the tummy area. Gross, eh? Do you think that's just extra Diet Coke swimming around? Surely it's not just a big ole flat tire belly. Right?

As we have determined by the literal pounds of candy I have consumed over the course of my life, I’m a sugar addict.

There is really nothing more to say at this point, I’m addicted and I don’t see that changing- ever.

However, sugar has a nemesis that puts on the cloak of sugary goodness but can’t compete with the real thing.

A fake.

A poser.

A sham.

An imitation.

A completely and utterly addictive substance that in turn has made me: Completely addicted.

Now, as if being a sugar addict isn’t enough, I’m also seemingly addicted to aspartame, the fake impostor of my boyfriend sugar.

As if you didn’t already know, I’m talking specifically about diet soda.

Diet Coke, Diet Dr. Pepper, Diet Lemonade, Diet this and Diet that: I love it all.

I’ve read article upon article about the negative effects of aspartame. The infamous “they” make it seem like it’s cancer in a plastic bottle, so I get all freaked out and then I stop drinking it. I shout it from the rooftops and tell everyone I meet that they’re gonna DIE if they drink the heart attack in a cup.

Then, I fall off the wagon and become addicted yet again.

Inevitably, the guilt comes and I stop.

And so we go around and round.

I’m not arrogant enough to say that I’m done for good, but I will tell you that starting today, I’m going cold turkey. It will be a modern miracle if I make it, but it’s worth a shot right?

If I stay clean for a month can I have a big party to celebrate? Can we have be vats of icing and sing show tunes? It’s my perfect party.

Think anyone would come?

Probably not.

Nobody gets me.

In other news, many moons ago I gave up Diet Crack Coke and dropped 10 pounds in 3 weeks. I mean, what’s in the stuff???  That’s my question. You’d think about that miraculous weight loss I never woulda gone back, but alas, I did.

Maybe I’ll lose more weight with this little trick. Goodness knows that my WW adventures are getting tougher and tougher (not to worry, I’m writing a Weight Watcher little story that will be published later this week, thankyouverymuch).

So who’s with me? I know we can do it friends…Come on….Show me some love!

PS: For your viewing pleasure below is a picture of me wanting to “Make The Grade” with Diet Dr. Pepper. Is that great or what?

PPS: I love the World Wide Web.

Before we get started on all of my random ramblings and such, click over to The Queen of Quirky’s blog where I’m guest posting today!  Enjoy!

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Bitzy's Besties.

Daisy and me are still on the outs. She.Drives.Me.Bananas. She likes to plant herself directly in front of my every step so that I trip over her constantly. If it weren’t for my precious child being obsessed with her then I would totally give her the silent treatment. This would be the worst form of punishment for her you see, she thrives on constant attention (both positive and negative, unfortunately).

I love Ebay. I’m much more into buying than selling these days (shocker) but it’s still fun to sell occasionally. It’s like a having a yard sale without the orange circle stickers. Plus, I would much rather sell a pair of jeans for $20 rather than $.25. Does that make me greedy? Not to mention that I’m fresh out of shaky metal card tables to put all of my knickknacks on. And…I don’t really have knickknacks. I’m a very bad candidate for having a yard sale. I’ll stick with Ebay.

My New Roommate.

I cannot be bothered with real time TV these days, which works out since we don’t have cable.  We do, however, have Netflix. Love.It. I’m 100% addicted to Prison Break. Michael Schofield and me are in it to win it. We will escape “The Company” together.  In fact, I’m watching it now. He says “hi.”

The past few weeks during The Sleep Wars, I have barely slept a wink. As a result of my lack of sleep, I had a rousing illness that resembled food poisoning on Sunday and Monday and today I came down with another ihateyourgutsmeanolebladder UTI. So annoying. Sleep related? Grey’s tell me no, but I’m still left wondering. Never sleeping can do weird things to your body, right?

I confess, that I could have a slight obsession with watching my sweetheart on the video monitor. Who needs sleep when I can stare at my offspring all night long? It’s a real problem friends. I need an intervention.

I’m thinking about quitting Diet Coke. This isn’t my first rodeo with banning the crack.  But when I think of quitting I get all sweaty and my heart starts pounding.  I just don’t know if I can.  Scary stuff I tell ya. Anyone else want to join forces to quit? I’m an addict and I need a 12 step program or at least a partner in crime to help me quit.

He said, "I love you."

Maybe after we conquer Diet Coke we could figure out how to break out of prison together since I’m becoming an expert and all.

Bitzy has a book called, “But Not The Hippopotamuss” and I have basically turned it into a rap song, because well, apparently I’m a rapper.  So we rap together Bitzy and me. Maybe someday we’ll start a little family rap group. Or, maybe I could rap for Milk Duds in prison before I break out.

Speaking of, after I wrote my last Confessions Blog I ate an entire box (14 WW points thankyouverymuch) of Milk Duds. Writing about my delicious counterpart sugar, elicits some kind of innate need to eat them as soon as possible. In fact, apparently it’s happening again. Must.Stop.Writing.

As you may know, I am a font Nazi.  I am the leader of the campaign against terrible fonts such as, Curlz, Papyrus, and Comic Sans and many many more. In the effort of full disclosure, I totally judge people based on their choice of fonts. It says so much about a person.  Am I weirdy or what?

I miss you.

I just did 60 push-ups (girl style of course) in a row while watching Prison Break. I need to bulk up just in case I get thrown into prison and need to break out. It takes a lot of muscle to be a fugitive. Maybe this show will make my arms look awesome.  Hmmm…just another reason to continue to obsess about it.  By the way, Micheal says, “I miss you.”

Could I be obsessed with Prison Break? Never.

If you’ve never watched Prison Break, please watch it. Rent it, buy it, watch on Netflix, whatever. Just watch it. Then, we can discuss it together as a family.  If you can’t tell, I’m a little bit obsessed.

After my darling sweetheart baby Bitzy slept for 9.5 hours straight the other night (read about it here) she screamed for nearly 3 hours off and on last night. Very frustrating my friends.  We’re on night 6, or is it 7? Since I haven’t slept in a week all the days are running together in unison. How long is this sleep training stuff supposed to take. Mama is TIRED.

But not tired enough to stop watching Prison Break.

Love to all,

Weirdy McWeirdikins

Today I’m guest blogging over at Real Life With Kids with my bloggin’ buddy, Cate.  Head on over and check out my little story and her awesome blog!

Enjoy!

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In other news, Zach and I are so exhausted from our Sleep Wars (Wanna catch up? Check out Schedule 1, Schedule 2, Schedule 3 and Schedule 4), that we have vowed to go to bed at 10:00pm. This, my friends, has never happened. We are night people. We cuddle and watch Netflix and inevitably when the clock strikes 11:00pm, it occurs to me that I still have a million things to do.

Let’s take last night for example.

We’re currently addicted to Prison Break. We’re halfway through Season 2 and I’m WAY into it. So, after several episodes Zach declared that he was tired and going to bed.

After my failed attempts at trying to talk him to watch one more, it dawned on me that I hadn’t done any of my chores.

I still had to pack Zach’s lunch, get Bitzy’s food and bottles together for her Lolly’s house, water the flowers, fold laundry, and I still needed to do The Shred video.

Bet ya can’t guess which one of those things went out the window?

Shockingly, it was The Shred.

I know that you’re just as shocked as I was.

(I annoy myself).

This, my friends, wouldn’t be completely insane except for the fact that I have gotten a combined 2 or 3 hours of sleep for several nights in a row. Turns out that clutching a video monitor while trying to sleep in an empty bed without my husband, while listening to my child scream bloody murder aren’t the greatest conditions for sleep.

Weird huh?

So, that said, I’m going to bed yo.

(Which I think you and I both know that “bed” entails me obsessing over my girl sleeping on the video monitor, but at least I’m laying down, right?).

See ya on the flip side.

PS: Don’t forget to visit my guest blog at Real Life With Kids!

I had 9 Weight Watcher points for lunch.  9 beautiful sugary points of dessert.  No real food.  No fruit, veggies, bread or meat.  Just sugar. And it was glorious. Who needs real food?  I could totally live on desserts and ice cream forever. Couldn’t you?

Is it just me, or is 98% of this blog about food?

I confess, I love food.

For the first time ever today I became very annoyed with Target. But don’t worry, I’m over it now.  Target said it was sorry and I forgave him.  (Why is Target a boy?)

Every other person I know in the world is pregnant or just had a yummy bit of goodness baby.  What does this mean? Recession?  Peer Pressure? Jobless? Boredom?  Why in the world does it make me want to be pregnant?  Peer pressure for sure. That answers that question.  Well, and that babies are the number one most awesome thing in the whole.wide.world (other than Jesus and husbands of course).

Bitzy seriously gets cuter from one moment to the next.  Is this possible you ask?  Yes. A resounding yes. I’ve experienced this.  She’ll kiss me with a big wet slobbery kiss, crawl away like she’s in a mad rush to get somewhere extremely important, spin around on her tush, then flash me the cutest little toothy smile and confirm, yet again, that she gets cuter by the millisecond.  Seriously.

All I can think about are cucumbers (lie).

All I can think about are Milk Duds (truth).

I confess that I not only write about food constantly, but I think about it constantly. Is that healthy?  Probably not.  But neither is eating 78 boxes of Milk Duds per year and Lord knows that I could care less about how healthy that is.  So, whatever.

I wish that I had super kinky curly hair that looked amazing without me ever touching it.

This morning in a meeting for work I burst out laughing thinking about something hilarious that Zach said this weekend.  It was completely and totally off the topic of discussion and it just popped in my head like lightening.  Being married to him is like going to the Carnival everyday…always funny, never boring and full of rat tails and airbrushed t-shirts.

Actually Zach doesn’t have a rat tail or an airbrushed t-shirt.  Oh well, you get my point. Or do you? What is my point?

I’m feeling particular random today, can’t you tell?

Anyway, happy Monday!

After 3 long days of  letting my girly cry it out and even longer nights of putting a pillow over my head while my precious child screamed her ever loving brains out, I am tired.

No, exhausted.

No, drained.

No, depressed.

No…THIRSTY.

All I want is a big huge mega size 44 ounce iced cold glass of chocolate milk.

Not the homemade stuff either.

I want Nesquik Chocolate Milk.

Ya know, the one with the little bunny.

When I was a kid I had a Nestle Quick bunny cup.  I’m assuming I had this rare treasure because my mama saved UPC codes or something…she’s that kind of mama.

In fact, I’m sorry that she’s not your mama.

Too bad, she’s mine all mine (well, and my brother and sisters too, but we all know that I’m her favorite).

Anyway, I digress, back to chocolate milk.

I just did a quick search to find out how many Weight Watcher points a 44 oz. glass of Nesquik Chocolate Milk would be, just for fun.

Holy freaking cow.

NOTE: The above nutrition facts are for one 8 ounce cup.  I want 5.5 cups to equal my 44 ouncer. That means that I would consume 1,100 calories, 27.5 grams of fat,  and only 5 grams of fiber.  In Nesquik’s defense, after drinking 44 ounces of milk I would be totally cool on my calcium consumption for the day.

That means that in the land of WW, I would drink 23 points in chocolate milk.

Ahem.  That’s more points than I would normally get in a day (except now that I’m breastfeeding I get 10 more than usual. Breastfeeding is da bomb).

Has anyone said “da bomb” since 1997?

Clearly I’m not going to drink 44 ounces of Nesquik. Let’s face it, I’m not going to drink 3 ounces of Nesquik.

Why?

1. Way, way, way too many points for a beverage.  I want my points to be actual food.

2. We don’t have any and it’s too late to go anywhere.  Nothing good happens after midnight after all….especially at the affectionately named “Ghetto Kroger” down the street from our house.  It’s not exactly fancy. It frequents a weird mix of hippies, rappers and rich women who may have killed their husbands for the money.  Needless to say, I’d rather not make an appearance after midnight.

3. I would rather drink my chocolate milk in my Nesquik bunny cup and it’s not here, it’s at my mama’s house…so I’ll wait and simply obsess about how much I want Nesquik ’til I can drink it ice cold from my bunny cup.

Yes, I just said, “My bunny cup.”

Yes, I’m 30 years old.

And yes, in case you’re wondering, I will probably sleep with my girl tonight when she wakes up hollering because I cannot take one more night of letting her cry, and I’m fine with that. My heart needs a break from the endless screaming like she is being flogged publicly.

To be honest, I wouldn’t mind cuddling up with my mama after the trauma of the past few days.

Some things never change.

Here’s to sweet Mama’s and bunny cups!!!

I love to walk.

Always have.

I am a mix between the crazy fast mall walkers and a simple stroller.

Let’s say that I’m a moderately fast walker.  I’m definitely not breaking any records, but I can do a 15-17 minute mile while pushing a stroller fairly easily.

All that to say, in my day I’ve done a lot of walking.

I love being outside and enjoying God’s glorious creation and exercising my (perhaps) overactive imagination.

So, last week I was truckin’ it down one of Louisville’s most historic and beautiful streets, Frankfort Avenue, sweating up a storm wondering why it was so freaking hot at 8:00am, I noticed one of the most magnificent magnolia trees that I’ve ever seen.

Actually, I smelled it first.  You just can’t ignore the scent of a fresh magnolia blossom. I looked all around me and I still didn’t see it…then, I looked up.  There it was, right over my head.

I paused from our walk and just breathed it in.

I was overwhelmed by the beauty that had almost gone unnoticed.

Then, I began praying and begging God to forgive me when I miss the most beautifully obvious things in my path.  To please help me to recognize His presence constantly, so never let me miss His awesomeness.

As I walked I continued to look around me and try to grasp the unnoticeable beauties that surrounded me.

After a few minutes I began feeling ultra-spiritual and totally in touch with the Holy Spirit.

It was about that time when I noticed a middle aged man coming toward us on the sidewalk. He was a good 100 yards away, but my newfound alertness signalled that he was coming.

Remember a few months ago when I declared that “Strangers are just friends that we haven’t met yet,” (if not, read about it here)?  Well in this poor dude’s case, I threw that theory out the window. Rather than capitalizing on my ultra spiritual quest for appreciating all of God’s creations I declared that it would be better to imagine all the ways that I would destroy this man if he tried to hurt my precious baby Bitzy.

Where in the holy heck did that come from? How can I go from singing Mary Poppin’s songs in my head to try to decide whether to hurl the jogging stroller at the poor guy or to just drop kick him?

No clue.

Here’s the rundown of how my insane brain works:

I imagine him coming towards us and trying to take my girly. I make a quick move to punch him the gut and then a round off kick in the cheek.

Never mind that if I did punch someone my hand would immediately break, and let’s face it, the possibility of me “kicking” is more like “throwing” my leg up in the air and missing his cheek and hitting his knee cap. Me hitting a grown man’s cheeks is not only far fetched, but would be more effective in a comedy sketch than in a real life fight for my life. In fact, if I did try to “kick” him he would just burst into peels of laughter and leave us alone.

Now he’s 50 yards away and I’m starting to feel my adrenaline pumping.

After I kick and punch, I will begin screaming and yelling and jumping up and down (which inevitably means peeing on myself), grab my girl and we run as fast as we can away from the evil man.

Out of the blue a police appears and arrests the man and puts him in jail forever and ever.

Ah, the end. Don’t ya just love happy endings?

A far cry from my magnolia blossom spiritual “Moments with Molly” don’t ya think?

Oh well, I’m crazy and I’m willing to admit it!

Anyone else a nut job like me?  Come on! Or at least anyone with an over active imagination who also goes from gooey “I love Jesus” moments to imagining mauling some unsuspecting stranger?

Probably not.

Oh well, here’s to a God that loves me and my craziness.  Have a happy Monday!!!

Day at the Zoo! All sweaty and stuff.

Well friends, my love/hate relationship with Weight Watchers continues.

Missed it? Read about it here, here, and here.

As you know, I’ve been trudging myself to WW since March 1st in honor of my ” Baby Weight Be Gone Campaign.”  Since then we’ve taken a vacation to Colorado and one to the Beach (note my “Fry” escapades). That said, I haven’t exactly followed the program perfectly (shocker), but I’ve done fairly well considering my sugar addiction.

Luckily, I’ve basically kicked my candy habit and I focus solely on Weight Watcher desserts to curb my need for sweets.  They are actually quite excellent…I mean, they aren’t exactly Milk Duds, but they’ll do in a pinch.

So, are you ready for the big beautiful news of how much I’ve lost?????  Am I keeping you in suspense????  I hate when people keep me in suspense!!!!

36 pounds.

Sure, it’s not like I’m wearing a size 2, but let’s face it, if I’m ever a size 2 I’ll be in the hospital on a feeding tube.  My bones wouldn’t even fit into a size 2 and I’m OK with that.

I’m currently wearing my pre-pregnancy jeans and I feel really great.  I’m proud that I’ve lost the weight and I feel like myself again.

But, here’s the thing, as you probably know, losing weight is 98% mental. I’ve only been in “weight loss” mode twice in my life.  It takes a lot to get in the zone, so I figure, while I’m here I’m gonna stay.

It wouldn’t kill me to lose another 20 or 30 pounds before I get knocked up again anyway:).

The bad news is that now the weight is hanging on tight.  Technically I’ve lost an average for 2 lbs. per week, but the weight has definitely slowed down as I’ve got less and less to lose.

But honestly, I’ll take what I can get.

Unfortunately, riding the wave of WW momentum isn’t going to last forever, I fear that I am actually going to have to consistently work out in order to lose more weight.

So, I’m hoping to either walk or Shred at least 5 days a week.  Doable?  We’ll see.

Anyone have any awesome low-fat recipes that you’d like to share?  Any great weight loss stories to keep everyone motivated???  Do tell!  I need all the help that I can get!

Love to all,

M

I feel so fancy.

Someone gave me my very first blog award.  It’s called The Sugar Doll Award!  Doesn’t that just sound delicious!

I would have preferred to accept this award in Spanx, an evening gown and in the Kodak Theater, but I suppose the world wide web will have to suffice.

Here are the rules for accepting this sweet gift:

1. Thank the person who gave you the award.

My blogging buddy, Cate, at www.reallifewithkids.com was kind enough to give me this sweet award for my little bitty blog.  Thanks Cate!!! I so love your blog and have loved connecting with you and learning more about your life!!! I can’t wait to read more every day!  Please visit her blog and I just know that you’ll love it too!

2. Share ten things about yourself.

1. I have on a shirt today that’s not 2 sizes too big and I actually feel kinda skinny. Weird, weird, weird.

2. In high school I had a dog named Gus Chambers.  He was a great dog…even though he was big, mean protective and slobbery, he was a sweet puppy.  RIP Gus.

3. I’m not an animal person even though I have 2 of my own little puppies. But as you all know, it’s pretty touch and go with them. Some days they are my babies and some I threaten to drop them off at the pound. It really could go either way.

4. Yellow is my favorite color.

5. I have eaten an entire bag of York Peppermint Patties before at one sitting and I’m not ashamed of it.

6. Anytime I played pretend as a kid my name was Chelsey and I still love that name.

7. There is a tiny, itty bitty bit of me that misses being pregnant.  Don’t worry, I’m sure this feeling will pass as my pregnancy wasn’t exactly smooth.  Unless you call a solid saltine cracker addiction and months of vomiting a good time. But still, I kinda miss it.

8. My hair has always been blond, however I wonder what I would look like with brown, pink, red or black hair.  Don’t worry, I’m not brave enough to see..but I still wonder.

9. I don’t think my Bitzy knows her name because I always call her, “Honey Bunny,” “Sweetie Peetie,” “Baby Girl,” “Angel,” the list goes on and on. When she writes her name in school will she write, “My Beautiful Baby?”  I hope so. Wouldn’t that be precious?

10. I am ashamed to say that I haven’t read a book from cover to cover since my girl was born 8 months ago. I used to devour books in only a few hours or days. This fact would be depressing, however I know that my time is now spent crawling, laughing, and kissing. Who needs books anyway?

3. Pass the award along to 10 bloggers who you have recently discovered and who you think are fantastic! In no particular order…

1.  Toddler Terrorism.  Visit here.

2. The Good Life. Visit here.

3. Free To Be. Visit here.

4. Becoming Sarah. Visit here.

5. It’s Almost Naptime. Visit here.

6. Enjoying the Small Things.  Visit here.

7. Bring the Rain. Visit here.

8. LouNatEli.  Visit here.

9. Everyday Pitter Patter. Visit here.

10. My Charming Kids. Visit here.

4. Contact the bloggers and let them know you’ve picked them for the award.

I’ll contact you all shortly!!! Thanks again Cate, you are such a sweetheart!

Have you ever been to a fish fry?

If not, please go.  Get off the computer and google “Fish Fry” and find one in your area.

If you don’t have one, that’s OK, just get in the car and go to Calabash, NC. Drive directly to “The Seafood Hut” and order anything you’d like. Everything is fried, and I do mean everything. As in, they don’t even have baked potatoes, in fact, they don’t even have an oven.  Only fryers.  My kinda place.

If you still refuse me, go to Wal-Mart and buy a Fry Daddy, which is basically a big pot of hot oil (awesome), bread some fish, fry it, and finally enjoy every single glorious bite.

After you have completed the above tasks then you’re cleared to continue reading.

As you can see, if it’s fried then I like it (except for fried pickles. Makes.Me.Wanna.Vomit).

So on vacation with my big beautiful family, I made it my personal mission to eat as much fried food as humanly possible.  And as much sugar as I could find, soft drinks, doughnuts, and hush puppies and anything else that I could get my grubby little fingers on.

By the way, I have a confession: Hush puppies and I have a long standing love affair.

While my heart belongs to sugar, I do occasionally cheat on my one true love with hush puppies.

Please don’t tell my beloved sugar.  It will only hurt it’s feelings.

Anyway, back to my week of gluttony.

In my defense, I have been on hard core Weight Watchers for nearly 4 months (which equals a lifetime in MollyWorld), I was due for a breakedy break.

And a break I did have.

After months of a diet of watermelon, Lean Cuisines, veggies and grilled meat, I turned to a life of a carnival worker.  While I didn’t have any fried Twinkies (not that I was above it- I just didn’t have the opportunity), I capitalized on my break and ate, and ate and ate some more.

Yes, I am reluctantly back on WW and will hang my head in shame when I walk in next week, but when they inevitably tell me that I’ve gained at least 23 pounds in a week, I will just close my eyes and taste the luxurious fried flounder with a side of hush puppies, and go to my happy place in fry heaven.

I’ll keep you posted on the damage that was done…stay tuned in my adventures in my ‘Baby Weight Be Gone Campaign,’ and join in me in hoping that I’ve only gained 21 pounds, rather than 23.

(Totally, totally, totally worth it).

As you know, I have been shredding my little heart out.

I’m tired, sore and annoyed that I’m not naturally skinny and muscular.

Why can’t I be one of those girls that say, “I know that I have a 6 pack, I guess I was just born that way.”  But then again, she’s probably puking her guts out in the bathroom and doing sit-ups in between heaving…so alas, I will Shred since puking is reserved for pregnancy and doing sit-ups on the bathroom floor is gross.  I’ll try to like it and not whine too much.

After my first pitiful attempt at Shredding, this is my round 2.

Here’s the play by play:

Day One- Hard.  Really hard.  Lots-o-sweat and heavy breathing. I made it through every exercise and I didn’t cry.  However, I found Jillian extremely annoying. Her, “I’m hoping you know me” line at the beginning is a bit obnoxious if I do say myself.  Overall, I felt pretty OK and encouraged that maybe I’m not as out of shape as I think I am.

Day Two- I woke up semi sore. Not “can’t move my legs and stairs are scary” sore, but sore nonetheless.  When Jillian had our shredding date I was tired. It’s funny how I wasn’t all that sore until I began doing the exercises…it was then that my muscles began screaming for me to stop.  But I pressed onward and finished again, never skipping a beat…but again, there was lots of panting and sweat.

Day Three- I already flaked out. I’m a loser.  I’m sorry.

Day Four- Flaked again.  There is no excuse for me.  Although I did walk 3 miles in 90 degree heat while pushing a stroller and then my sweet Bitzy had a melt down and I carried her up a huge hill while pushing the stroller…does that help my case?

Day Five- Felt great. I even felt kind of strong…weird.

Day Six- Exhausted.Tired.Sore.Do.Not.Like.Jillian.

Day Seven- Walked 2 miles. Didn’t Shred. I’m sorry.

Day Eight- Felt really good.  This gig is definitely getting easier. The push-ups are killer, but my arms are looking a little less pudgy.  Hooray!

Day Nine- Flaked.Tired.Flaked.Exhaustion.Need.More.Sleep.com

Day Ten- Felt energized.  Lost 3.4 pounds this week (maybe this Shred stuff is working?) and it makes me wanna Shred harder…although, Jillian is driving me bananas.

After 1-10 days you’re supposed to move to Level 2, but I’m just not ready.  I’m sorry. I’m not a Shred role model, however, I need one. And while we’re at it, I need a personal trainer to come to my house (not one on TV, a real life one), and if it could be for free that would be great.  Let me know what you find out…in the meantime, I’m going to try to flake less on Level One and keep working on my sorta pudgy arms.

Are you Shredding too?  Please, pretty please with sugar on top Shred with me….anyone? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?

I am the worst Shredder of all time.

I Shredded for 2 out of 7 days.

I’m pretty sure that Jillian would give me a bare bottomed spanking for my lack of dedication.

But then she would go out with her girl “Nat” (from the video- freaking annoying), and she would forget all about me.

So there’s that.

The real truth is that I have a total block on eating well and exercising a lot at the same time. It’s like subconsciously I sabotage one or the other, or both.

Speaking of, I’ve been eating terribly all weekend.

Why, you ask?

I have no idea.  But it’s beginning to really annoy me…because after all, I am the most annoying person I know, especially when it comes to food.

Zach has committed to Shredding with me beginning on Tuesday (one more day of freedom), so hopefully that’ll help.  But honestly folks, my arms are in big trouble.

Anyone else out there who wants to Shred with me??? It’ll help all of our hearts…and our arms.

Who’s with me???