I could write about how frustrating it is to start exercising and watching what I eat, only to find myself at a ball game, then a bbq party, then Chinese food surprise by my husband, and then a neighborhood party. And then I find I have gained 6 pounds in the course of 3 days. And I begin to wonder how I'll ever drop this piddly 15 pounds I'm trying to lose. And then I am amazed by my friends who have lost 3,4, or 5 times that. I cannot imagine the willpower that requires!
I could write about how it sucks that I can't take my dog on several of our really long walks today because, at just before 8 am on our morning walk, it was 81 degrees. She would literally pass out if I took her out for 6 miles in the sun and 95 degree heat. So we will be at the pool, instead, and I will be the weird mother who is doing some random jumping/arm-swing motions to try and burn off the nachos from last night.
Have I mentioned that I hate exercising? And sweating? And peppy aerobics instructors? They bother me almost as much as doctors and dentists and anyone else who is "well-intentioned". It may not be evident on this blog, but I have a bit of an independence issue. As in, "don't TELL me what to do! I'll do what I feel is best!" and then I (used to) do the opposite. (I say "used to" because I actually HAVE matured since childhood a LITTLE and WILL listen to an educated piece of advice if it makes sense to me. Doesn't mean I'll follow it, though.)
I could write about the fantastic week I have ahead of me. A reunion with my LTYM cast, a Cubs game with Evan, a breakfast with Universal Studios with the kids, and my special birthday trip to St. Louis with Evan this weekend. I am a
I could write about all of that, but instead I shall entertain you with photos from our neighborhood party. It really was a fun time. And with unlimited cotton candy, sno cones and dunk tank turns, the kids had a blast!