After Weight Watchers today (and I lost 1.6 pounds, up to a total of 7.6 since joining the meetings and 51.6 since starting in 2006), I went shopping. This is a picture of the dress I tried on. It fit nicely and was a size 13. Wow. Haven't been that size in years!
We've had some interesting things happen in the last 24 hours.
1 - Around 3 yesterday afternoon (the kids only had a half day of school) I was sitting at my computer in the office when I heard the horrible sound of breaking glass followed by a blood-curdling scream from the living room. I rushed in to find Audrey screaming her head off and a mess on the floor in front of the fireplace.
After I got her calmed down, I realized she was physically fine, just very scared about getting in trouble. She had knocked down a mantle clock with a glass dome, a ceramic candle warmer, and two Willow Tree figurines. The clock was ok, but the dome shattered into a million pieces, the warmer was just a bit chipped, and the two figurines were in 3 pieces each.
She had tried moving something (foot massager) that was plugged in to an extension cord that was plugged into an outlet above the mantle, thereby pulling everything on the right side of the mantle off. She didn't know it was plugged in because she saw me unplug it yesterday. Caleb, lurking between the couch and the wall so I wouldn't see him as he clandestinely watched TV two days ago, had plugged it back in.
So it was really my fault for using the plug above the mantle, Caleb's fault for plugging the massager back in after I told the kids to leave it alone, and Audrey for not paying attention. She grabbed the massager to take it back to my room, but was watching Caleb play a video game and wasn't watching what she was doing.
Good thing I got new vacuum bags this week.
2 - It was conference week all this week. Actually it started last Friday, the kids had Monday off for President's Day, then continued the rest of this week. Elementary schools let out at 11:30 so parents and teachers can meet each afternoon. But that meant that all 3 kids were home for a 3 1/2 day weekend, followed by 4 more half days of school. Not pretty.
I didn't have anything planned like I do in the summer because I still have all of my obligations to carry out - Bible study, church stuff, etc. I hate conference week. At least one of the school-aged kids has a meltdown each day. This time it was Caleb. He spent 2 of the afternoons this week in his room because he lost all of his tickets.
3 - We were supposed to go to a Boy Scout banquet last night for Caleb. We had paid $41 and I was even letting Caleb make a cake for the cake decorating contest. He was going to make a wolf face, since he's a wolf cub scout. But after I finished cleaning up the mantle mess from #1 above, I discovered he was very sick. He threw up a couple of times and then slept for 90 minutes. So we didn't go. Bummer. But I'm now making the wolf cake. It's not very pretty, but it's chocolate, so it will taste fine. I'll post pictures when we're done. I assembled it last night with Julie's help and today we'll decorate.
4 - My weigh-in results at the Weight Watchers meeting yesterday morning weren't spectacular. 0 pounds lost. Which also means 0 pounds gained. But according to my scales here at home, I've lost 3.1 pounds since last Friday. It's easier here at home - I use the same scale every time, I wear the same thing every time, I weigh the same time of day. Oh well. I know I'm making progress and that the WW scales will catch up with my scales. So my scales said 175.1 this morning. I even saw 174.8 at one point, but the consistent number was 175.1. That's the number I'm going with.
I think that's it for now. Steve made homemade cinnamon rolls for breakfast. It's our Saturday tradition now. And I know exactly how many WW points each roll is, so I can have them guilt-free.
Oh - I have gunky eyes, so I'm going to go to urgent care today to see what's up. It was just one gunky eye for several weeks, but now it's both eyes, so I don't think I can put it off any longer. And they're kid of itchy. Haven't really had something like this happen before, so I'm not quite sure what the deal is.
Just wanted to let you know I reached 175 today. This is good news. I've been reaching for this number since May of last year. I stalled out and didn't do anything to change where I was until a few weeks ago. I started going to Weight Watchers meetings with some friends of mine and then I started exercising every day. Every day. EVERY DAY. Except today because I'm grumpy. How can I be grumpy when I reached this goal? I dunno, I just am.
So we're having Sonic for dinner. Yeah, I know...I'm trying to lose weight but I'm eating fast food for dinner. But I have the points for it, so no biggie. But I had to order the kid's meal instead of a "normal" sized meal. I'll be happy with my kid's meal because I get tater tots and a hamburger. Aahhhh - the simple (and fatty) joys of life.
I got some Levi's for Christmas in 2007 that are now too big. This is a bittersweet moment because this is the only pair of Levi's I've ever owned (they never seemed to fit me right until the advent of spandex in denim) so I'm sad. But the obvious is that THEY'RE TOO BIG. I can pull them down or up without unbuttoning or unzipping them. That's fun. But they need a new home after they go through the wash this time around because they're becoming a bit too saggy baggy.
I have 4 friends I go to WW with. We're in Bible study together and have all fooled around with losing weight through WW for years. We're finally pulling together and being intentional and supportive. It's cool.
I'm going to go now and unload the dishwasher. I probably should at least do that one productive thing today. I've sat for most of the day because I don't feel 100%. Which makes me wonder how I'm going to feel after ingesting some quality Sonic grease.
We got a package in the mail the other day that had copious amounts of Styrofoam packing peanuts. I threw them away and went about my business.
About an hour later I went into the living room to check on the kids and saw this:
Audrey dug the peanuts out of the trash and the kids had commenced with a snowstorm. Throwing the stupid things around wasn't enough, so they started breaking them apart. There was tiny bits of Styrofoam everywhere: floor, furniture, pants, shirts, hair...
So I had the kids pick up the big bits and got the vacuum out for the tiny ones. I let the kids use the hose attachment and they had a nice time. They took turns and shared and I moved stuff out of the way so they wouldn't suck anything up except Styrofoam.
Soon I heard the telltale "phwump" of something large being sucked up, though. I turned to see Caleb staring at me with the classic I-know-I-just-did-something-wrong-and-I'm-about-to-get-busted-big-time look. He said, "I accidentally sucked up a sock."
Grrr. I had moved stuff out of the way. I moved that sock well away from the Styrofoam, but he still managed to suck it up. No big deal. I figured I'd split open the vacuum bag and pull the sock out the next time I changed the bag.
But that plan was thwarted the next day.
Caleb was moving a small side table back into its place against a wall when we both heard a loud "pop" accompanied by the sound of breaking glass. He wasn't paying attention (he was actually watching TV while he was moving the table) and he kept shoving the table against what he thought was the wall, but was, in fact, a night light with an exposed light bulb. The bulb shattered.
So I hauled out the vacuum cleaner again. I didn't have a new bag to exchange for the sock-filled bag, so I had to suck up broken glass with the sock. No getting back that sock now, not with broken glass all over. Grr.
And it was all an accident. I hate that word when it's used by a 7-year-old.
So the girls were in tears today as we were leaving church. They had been hearing the hubbub all morning about the afternoon's party. Audrey kept begging if we could stay for the party and pretty soon Julie was on the begging bandwagon. I finally figured out what they were asking for: the super BALL party. Once we told them there wasn't a big dance with fancy dresses, they weren't interested. Football? Yeah, right. We want princes and ballgowns.
