a little competition never hurts

So this diet thing is not going as planned... I'm exercising... eating some what well, at times... and nothing is happening on the scale. We had a health thing at work last week.. they had a chart for age and weight... It told me I was obese... OBESE! huh? what the hell... I don't feel obese... I know I'm not "skinny" but damn that floored me. I don't agree with the new standards of what obese is... but I still don't like falling in that category... so I'm going to get out of it. Some how, some way! We started a competition at work... one of us is doing weight watchers, the other is calorie counting and I am going to start following an eating plan layed out by a nutritionist... we have one month to see which plan works best... the chart is drawn... starting weights recorded... hands shook.

Imaginary snakes?

this morning Quinn and I are laying on my bed... Ok well I was laying... he was doing flips... and pretending I was a very large mountain he had to climb. During one of his breaks he layed right next to me and stared at the ceiling... I've seen him do this before... he'll put his hand up and pretend to pick an apple from some imaginary place... then he'll show it to me and say " lookkkk, I got it, an apple" This morning as he stared off at the ceiling I waited for the apple... he said " look mommy a NAKE" ('snake' in Quinn's language)... I hate snakes they scare the SHIT out of me... so of course I said "WHERE!!!" he pointed to the popcorn ceiling and said "THERE!!!" ... a few seconds goes by then he insists the snake is on him... so I pretend to shew it away... "all better he's gone" I say... Quinn says "yeah all better, nake in time out"

I've heard of imaginary friends but a snake? Apples? is this a religious reference? Will he see the virgin mary in his waffles this morning...

and no the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, HA.. got ya before you could say it!

letter of the day is ... K

Quinn seems to have picked up the letter K... he tries so hard to end his words with a big KKKKK... it doesn't seem to matter what the word is... there is always a KKK at the end. We have a lollipop everyday after school when he sees it he yells ... "lollipoKKK" .... when he climbs in his box, (he sits in a box, not sure why)"my BoKKKK, My BoKKKK..." he says

I worry sometimes that Quinn is not up to speed enough with his speech... But at the same time it's so damn cute that I will miss these days when he looses the baby talk... doctors say it could be the constant fluid in his ears that muffle the sounds for him, which makes it harder for him to annunciate. If he doesn't get better at some point we may take him to a speech therapist to catch him up to speed... or so the doctors tell me... but for now... the KKKK is a good sign.

pReTty fLoWeRs

My absolutely amazing two year old son sent me flowers at work today for mothers day... apparently he picked them out all by himself, signed the card AND payed for them... (he must have stolen the money from my purse). Sweet kid isn't he?

I have a pretty good idea who to thank... this makes up for stealing my Chapstick!

aNd sO iT bEgINs

The great summer 2008 weight loss project is on... I'm always inspired in the summer. last summer I dropped 20 pounds, I'm not sure where I got my focus from. I think I was upset that I was still carrying baby weight after two YEARS!!! Is it still baby weight at that point or the amount of yummy food I was shoveling in? I was on a mission though and I did not waver.... till the cold set in... I added ten pounds back to hibernate... to keep me warm during those long chilly nights.. (yeah that's it).

I'm trying to find that focus I had last year but it's not coming as easily...the pizza still calls with it's tempting scents and greasy cheese, torturing me. I fear I am content... *sigh* .... but alas I have a pool now, the time has come... bathing suits... water ... flip flops... shorts...skirts...strappy sandals...beach... tank tops... ahhhhhhh. I have to let go of my protective sweater that I cling to like a baby and it's blankie :(

My goal this year is 15 pounds... a little late starting but that means I have to push harder... I'll be dusting off the elliptical machine and removing the clothes hangers... uggg.. the thought is making me tired... I smell pizza.