Lifestyle Change

So, I hit an all-time high for weight this last Christmas (other than being pregnant, of course).
I won't fill you in on the number, but let's just say I let out a huge gasp when I saw it.
I decided, "Okay, you've got to start exercising and eating right. No more putting it off." So, starting January 3rd, I headed back to the gym and cut my calories. The results?

I am almost halfway to my goal of losing 25 lbs. When I weighed in this week, it was the lowest weight I've been in almost two years! I'd lost 2 inches off my hips and and inch and a half off my shoulders. How is this possible? Good old-fashioned calorie counting and exercise. I eat between 1500 and 1800 calories a day of healthy stuff like fruits and veggies and low-fat meats, whole grain bread, etc. I have a trainer who works with me once a week at the gym and I go two other times and work out on my own.

Sometimes this whole thing is really hard. I have such a sweet tooth, and last night, that package of M&M's was calling to me. It was a mental challenge to set it aside and say, "Trust me. You'll regret it in the morning."

I'll post some pictures when I reach my goal, which will probably be the end of April!

Science Fair

We did it - we survived another science fair! The science fair is a big deal at our school: grades 3-9 are required to participate which means we had a minimum of three projects to complete. But Katie didn't want to be left out, so we did a fourth one.
The results: Jenna was awarded Best Display in 7-9 division, Kellie took 1st place in the 4-6 division, Katie took 2nd place in the 1-3 division, and Alissa ...well, let's just say some tears were shed and we're looking for redemption next year.
I spent the day printing out participation and award certificates, making sure each project was judged three times, and setting up tables and chairs. Whew!

Someone hurt my feelings

Isn't life confusing? I remember when I was a kid thinking how glad I would be when I was an adult and others word couldn't hurt me anymore. Turns out I was wrong. Here I am, 38 years old, and unkind words still wound deeper than anything. Darn my sensitive heart. Does it really matter what others think of me? My head says "no", but my heart says, "You bet it does!" I cursed some of my kids with this, too. I'm staying home from work today and pulling the covers over my head. Some days you just have to do that.