dieting sucks

I hate dieting. I really do.

After Bethany was born, I blew up to over 250 lbs. Lost most of that eventually. After Bryan was born I actually looked fantastic.

And then I got old and complacent and I looked at myself one day in the mirror and stepped on the scales. I was back up to 250 lbs. I couldn't believe it.

I didn't look like myself at all. I looked like a gigantic marshmallow. Just not as yummy.

Then we bought this house. It's two story. I lost 10 lbs in the first month, just from going up and down the stairs. Yay...down to 240.

Six months later the staph infection came to visit. I dropped 20 lbs in a week.

Down to 220.

Staying sick for so long...the next month I lost another 20 lbs.

200

But I still looked like a cow.

So I had this bright idea to start going to the gym and diet.

I go to the gym 3-4 days a week, walk or run a minimum of 4 miles and sometimes up to 8 miles.

The weight is coming off.

I'm at 164 now. Only 34 lbs to go.

OMG this last 34 lbs is going to kill me. I am so HUNGRY!!

But I have a couple of class reunions coming up...lots of faces I haven't seen in too long and I am determined to turn heads. I'm going to be the woman that everybody stops and stares at.

Vain?

yes, yes I am.

so...mostly I have been eating fruit for supper. tomorrow's menu? yogurt and granola for breakfast, probably nothing for lunch...and fruit for supper.

Did I mention that I'm soooo hungry and that I hate dieting?

The New Week

Well everyone, it's Sunday night and I'm gearing up for another crazy week. 3 nights of football practice, 1 possibly 2 nights of auditions, 3 nights of plays, and a saturday full of football. That's just the kids' stuff!

But what a great month October is turning out to be. October has always been my favorite month, the weather is perfect, the seasons are changing...and this year October has been going even better than ever before.

I promise this week I'll get at least ONE funny story on here. Hopefully more. I might even find some great pics to post. :)

But for now, I'm going to bed. I'm gonna need all my strength for the week to come.

Reunions...

Last weekend, I crashed the 89 reunion. Tracey Bush asked me to come up for it, and Derek Hodges went too, so there was just no way I WASN'T going.

It was so much fun I could hardly believe it! Derek started my night off by getting me drunk as a skunk, which hasn't happened in ages.

And since I was drunk, my brain wasn't firing on all 8 cylinders...I asked Derek if he would take me for a ride in his plane.

When I sobered up, I just prayed he didn't remember that little conversation.

Unfortunately for me, he did. So we made plans to go up yesterday. I was absolutely terrified. Derek called Thursday night to tell me we couldn't go up Friday because the starter was out in the plane.

Talk about dodging a bullet. *whew* But I promised him I'd go up with him next time. Maybe I'll have found my nerve by then.

THEN to compound this week's stupidity...only this time I was sober when I opened my big mouth...Noel Charpentier asked if he could start going to the gym with me.

SURE...that'd be GREAT!!

Did I mention Noel is a fireman and is going to probably have to drag me around the gym, broken and battered? What the heck was I thinking? Oh that's right, I wasn't. *rolls eyes*

but at least it will be fun.

January I am still looking at a mini reunion with Aaron, Brandon and DJ. And then of course the big reunion over the summer. I am sooooooo looking forward to seeing some beautiful, wonderful faces that I haven't seen in far too long.

I've learned that I LOVE reunions. I think I may be gettin' addicted.