Shh

Baby has been sicker than sick this week. Yesterday afternoon, while Kid and I were catching up on American Idol, I realized Baby wasn't with us. I sent Kid on a reconnaissance mission.
She found her like this:

One Day I'll Have Time To Maintain An Interesting Blog

Until then...

P.S. Sorry about the wind noise in that first minute... I figure it out pretty quickly... so don't give up.

2 Down

Both kids are sick.

Baby started yesterday night with a crazy cough and fever (so I'm on day two of holding a child upright all night... we all know how restful that is... especially when they are barking in your face).

Then... boom... this morning Kid puked.

Thankfully I had some ESP last night and put her puke bowl by her bed (honestly... isn't that weird?).

Doubly thankful that she is so used to puking with EVERY SINGLE virus that she used it... BY HERSELF. She's only 7, I think that's extraordinary. And kind of sad.

She Calls It Like She Sees It

It has been hot here the last couple of days, and so I've been wearing a rotation of 2 new dresses I got. But sometimes dresses aren't really appropriate (weed wacking).

I ran down to my bin in the basement and brought up a couple pairs of shorts.

Oof. I could technically zip them... but could not... technically breathe.

I took them off and headed back downstairs. Baby looked up from her lunch and said "Too small?"

And it struck me as funny because in her life experience that is perfectly normal. The girls outgrow all of their clothes by the next year.

I rummaged around in my bin and brought up a short denim skirt. Wishing I hadn't bought such a trendy item last year... and wishing it was about 10 inches longer, I put it on. That skirt was always cut a little big in the waist, so I could zip it. And breathe. But instead of resting lower on my waist, as it had last year, it was resting lower on my ribcage. Making it obscenely short.

Baby walked in...

"Why do keep trying on kids' clothes?"

"I don't know" I replied, laughing at the unintended insult.

I put back on my dress and headed out to mow the lawn, defeated but motivated.

Yikes

We might be buying a house today.

Mr F put a bid in on a short sale competition last night.

I haven't even seen it.

And it's a duplex (double yikes).

More later.


In other news I weighed myself today and some of that extra weight must have been wacky water retention. I'm down to 10 pounds to lose. I'm tracking it over there in the side bar as well as my days of exercise. I'm counting calories on a dry erase board on my fridge (why have I never thought of that before?!). Nine weeks to the new old me. Believe it.

The Reckoning

Holy crap.

I weighed myself today.

I cannot believe it is even humanly possible to gain a pound a day... but... folks... apparently that is exactly what happened while I was away.

It's alright. Maybe that's what I needed.

So eight pounds is now 15 freaking pounds.

Believe it.

Action is now being taken.

Just refresh your memory, I used to look like this in my bathing suit:

I don't even fit in that suit anymore... much less look like that.

I'm bringing it back peeps.

Wee Wee Wee All The Way Home

Yes it's a weight reference.

This whole not worrying about my diet and exercise until the house sells has not been working for me. It's been working against me. (And astonishingly fast I might add)

Maybe worrying about my weight will make my house sell?

Or at least partially divert some mental energy?
Or result in losing the 8 pounds I've never managed to lose?
Or kill me?

Let's find out.

Cause, ladies and gents, when your yoga pants don't fit... um... you have a problem.