Catch Up

Today starts my fourth week of Weight Watchers.  I have lost a total of 9 lbs. Pretty impressive if I could keep the momentum. When I woke up today, fully expecting to have dropped a pound or 2, I had not.  No gain, but still. Boo.  Not losing makes it really easy to want to pull in a drive through and get a delicious chicken biscuit cause your all like, "well I weighed today, I can work that off by next week, blah blah" but I didn't.  I powered through and am now having my fat free yogurt and fruit.  It's good, not chicken biscuit good, but nevertheless.

Last weekend we were on the way to a kid friends bday party.  We stopped at Target to get the kid a gift and Scarlet was being a tool.  When we left Target ($43 later, Gah why?) she decided that kicking me in the face was a good plan as I buckled her in her car seat.  I wanted to punch her but I refrained.  I got in the car and pulled out all the "You're cruisin' for a bruisin', I'm gonna spank the mess out of you" bull shit I had in me and she just looked up and said, "Momma? Please don't spank alla my mess out me ok?"  I have a strong feeling the age of 3 is going to make me bald.

I think my prob with losing last week was not using my WW cookbook.  I eat mega healthy throughout the day no questions, but when I get home I look for convenience.  Now don't get me wrong, my convenient is still healthy, but not WW healthy.  We have a deep freeze, a beer fridge with freezer, and our normal indoor kitchen fridge/freezer.  That is 3 freezers.  We have a lot of bulk meat that we are not willing to get rid of or let go to waste.  So when we decide to have a healthy Taco Bowl dinner that's around 5 points, I fail to acknowledge that we are using full fat ground beef (instead of turkey) and don't bother adjusting my points... Dumb I know.  Time to buckle down, and by buckle down I mean eat one less piece of bacon Saturday morning.

Scarlet keeps telling her teachers I am pregnant.  They keep asking me.  Like even when I have on a tight shirt and a flat stomach. WTF.

Last weekend my sister and I went to Pure Barre with a friend.  Please tell me what the fuck I was thinking.  My only form of exercise is walking to the outdoor fridge to get a beer.  Pure Barre guys.  That shit should be a) illegal, b) used in jail to punish inmates, or c) FREE.  I absolutely hated it.  I left class 3 times, twice I threw up part of a plum and water.  What I am trying to tell you is that I would rather run 6 miles than ever do it again.  After class I told the girl in front of me that I threw up.  She said "yeah, I have been doing this for over 2 years and I still feel like that every class!"  What the fuck?  Torture.  I will tell you this though, those bitches looked HOT!

Last but MOST IMPORTANT, I really did quit smoking!  It has been a week today!  And I bought those boots I wanted and my genius husband had the idea that I put $5 (cost of a pack) a day in a jar and at the end of the month go buy something.  I like where his head is at!

Have a good Thursday!