The Return, and Subsequent Squashing, of Sassy Pants

As you may have noticed, we leave for the beach tomorrow! And I'm wondering if the fact that today I felt like I had my sassy back is really good or really bad timing. In addition to all the weight numbers I threw at you just days ago, I'm 0.6 pounds away from what I like to call a new weight family (or a new set of 10's if you will). In other words, IF I weighed 130.5 lbs, then I would be 0.6 pounds from the 120's family. But I digress.

Today I feel like there is hope for this fattie. Today I feel that in the near future I can breakthrough the badness. B-u-t. In just a day, I will be faced with the personal manifestation of my failure -- the childhood friend who moved away, while still the chubby kid and turned out super hot. I mean, I don't want to be harsh, but she is the real life Ugly Duckling into the Swan (not that she was ever ugly).

So, I will attempt to be sassy while faced with hotness. Oh dear.

Stories to come after next week!

Two More Days!

I am beside myself with excitement, as is a certain 4-year-old.

See you in 2 days, PCB!

Happy Wednesday

Elliott sees Phillip's art and raises it a food piece.

Fro Yo ~ Ho Cho ~ Pi Yo

I also rejoined the Sanderson Center (1 year and 1 month after giving up my membership to go back to school). Going back to group classes is like dating -- you have to check out the instructors, see if he/she is going to be a good fit, etc. Last week Sara and I tried kickboxing...except the normal instructor was out and it was taught by a yoga instructor. It was interesting, and it was a good workout. But kickboxing it was not. Today we went to PiYo, a mix of pilates and yoga. Yes, it has definitely been over 400 days since I had been to yoga. Youch!

By the Numbers

Confession: I have been doing WW (again) for the past 7 weeks, and I have lost 8 pounds. I have a great support network this time (though I'm not outing anyone on here), but I'm still having trouble committing 100%. Even the high of losing - and the frustrating fact that I should be losing 2 pounds a week instead of a little over 1 - has not pushed me to give it my all. I need therapy.

But anyway, in an effort to pump myself up, here are some updates:

• I am now 0.4 pounds away from the first goal set by WW.
  
  
• I am 3.5 pounds away from what I consider my first goal - the weight I was in 2002 (or was it 2003?) when I first joined WW.
  
  
• I am still 16.5 pounds away from the top of my weight range (based on height and my self-categorization of a medium-sized frame). I am using this chart: http://www.healthchecksystems.com/heightweightchart.htm
  
  
• I am down around 6 pounds from this time last year.
  
  
• I am down 10 pounds from the beginning of 2009.
  
  
• I am down AT LEAST 20 pounds from my heaviest weight (2007-2008). Like most women, I don't truly know my heaviest weight because...say it with me...we stop weighing when it gets really bad.
  

Sara and I are about to kick up our exercise schedule, which I'm really excited about. Oh yeah, and my pants are threatening to fall off today, even PMS'ing...which is a rant for tomorrow.

A Glimpse Into My Weekend

This weekend we babysat Iris, my mom's 4-pound Yorkie. This tiny girl is HIGH NEEDS. She requires lots of attention, and we are really glad she is going home today. Here is an example of Priss taunting her by sitting just out of reach and pretending she just happened to want to sit on that stool:

And here is Phillip tormenting her in her own special ways:

And yes, the dog is in a playpen.

200 Days

200 days without Dr. Pepper. And I was just thinking this morning how I'm FINALLY beginning not to crave it. Though the logo recognition tug on the heart may never die.

Who is the Teacher?

Doug, an admitted computer illiterate fella, was attempting to check his email at home last night. But when he got ready to log out, he was hollering at me in the other room to make sure he was doing it right. Elliott marched in there and said authoritatively, "Click the red X." But Daddy was confused and/or not listening to the child and continued his yelling. Elliott repeated with oomph, "CLICK THE RED X!" I finally had to get up, and sure enough, Daddy needed to click the red X. I found this entire interchange extremely amusing.

Phillip's Perspective on...Art

To create as I do, you must take the following steps (no pun intended):

Knock over two glasses of water on the breakfast table while the humans are away.

It is crucial that the water flow over Elliott's latest color-saturated art project.

Then, walk through the now watercolor material unto Mami's recipe.

Complete!

View from the Time Clock

For some insane reason, the landscape people are always
mowing and weed eating outside my window.
Why is that a problem? Because THIS is what is outside my window:

They mow my DIRT. And often.

On the other hand, here is what my hubby sees from his office:

Gorgeous view! I'm so proud of him and for him for finding his dream job.

As a side note, sometimes this little guy gets to visit on the weekends:

What? Oh, I wasn't supposed to touch anything? Oops.

Satellite!

Woo hoo! We are back in business...the satellite is back on!

That is all.