Monday, January 14, 2008
Why men should not talk outloud!
So since our darling little bundle of joy was born I have been occasionally stepping on the scale to see how much weight I need to loose to be back to my pre-baby, pre- eating lots of chocolate at every meal and inbetween, pre- my bootie is so big I need hazard lights when i walk, self. It has been something on my mind since I stepped out of the hospital after having Hailey ive thought, "kay i gotta loose weight, put down the yumminess and start eating carrots." And so with the new year the resolution to thin has begun. Ive been drinking lots of water which results in excessive visits to the ladies room, eating more fruits and vegetables than i thought were humanly possible and running from chocolate whenever possible-okay maybe just jogging or walking quickly. My diet journey is a constant battle not to breakdown and eat the whole chocolate cake instead of just a crumb, and then he does it, my love, the man of my dreams, my eternal companion reminds me once again my men should have a monitor to help them with the things that come out of their mouth. My darling Casey is getting ready for the day and he steps on the scale. im sitting on the bed thinking about all the food i don't get to eat that day and he says, "hey, i lost 5 pounds over the weekend, and I didn't even try." i don't quite know how to explain my emotions, their might have been a bit of rage and desire to kick him hardly in the knee caps or shout some mean thing about his love handles, but I refrained in a mature adult like manner. His words have rung through my ears since that moment and I have thought to myself, 'someday those words will escape my mouth too and i will leap for joy naked through out the house and possibly the neighborhood in celebration of my sucessful journey towards being one hot mamma!"
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Oh my gosh I feel your pain! Dusty is currently UNDER weight. Not kidding. He is trying to eat as much crap as he can, especially right before bed. He's trying to gain 15 pounds. What the heck. Oh and don't worry I weight a lot more than him when I was pregnant. Now thats humbling.
Sorry bout the type-o, supposed to be weighed :)
Why do you make me laugh everytime I talk to you and now everytime I read your blogging funnies! I love you Smali!
When are we gonna be friends again? I miss your face...
Here it is. I have been trying to leave a comment on your blog for the last several days. I couldn't find the comment click thing. Now all of a sudden there it is with three comments. I laughed at this because John weighs himself every morning and every night. He always keeps me posted on where he is. It makes sick whehn he loses 2-3 pounds in a couple of days and I constantly stay the same. It's truly sick.
You are the funniest girl I know! After having my 2nd baby I threw the scale out the window and watched it break as it hit the sidewalk!
Cali, you're too funny! I'm hoping by now you figured out that it was Nathan and I waving to you at the Motab concert when you were trapped behind the sound proof wall.....and some random people waved at you...
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