Kindergarten!

Today was the Prince's first day of kindergarten. He had a few butterflies this morning at home, but they all disappeared when we arrived at school. He's giving me the thumbs-up to let me know he's going to be OK.

When he arrived home this afternoon he didn't want to talk about his day just yet. I'm still waiting for the details, but he did agree to go back on Monday morning. I'm guessing it was a good day.

30-Day Shred

I've been hearing/reading a lot about this 30-day Shred DVD. It's by Jillian Michaels who is on the Biggest Loser. (I had no idea, I don't watch a lot of TV.) I read a lot of reviews before deciding to buy it because I have just about every workout DVD known to man. I have no doubt that they work, you just have to do them. That's where my problem comes in. I really don't have 60 minutes of uninterrupted time to work out. Someone is always hungry, bored, cranky or needs to have their diaper changed or their butt wiped. So when I heard that this Shred DVD is only 20 minutes long I was interested.

Went to Target yesterday and bought it.

I just finished it. The time flew by, I was done before I knew it. It's not dancey at all. I LOVED it. This girl is tough. She doesn't give you time to stop, but the whole time she is reminding you why you're doing it in the first place. I was able to keep up, which is new for me, because with most fitness DVD's I'm trying to concentrate on the choreography and I usually trip over my own feet.

If I can move at all later it will be a miracle. I'm definitely doing this again tomorrow.

Weighing My Options

I saw this ad in the News-Gazette on Sunday about a weight loss challenge that was happening at Eastland Suites on Tuesday night. I really need to lose some major tonnage so I decided to check it out.

Basically, you join this group and pay $30. The money goes into a pot and the people who lose the most weight at the end of twelve weeks wins the money. You are fined a dollar for every pound you gain and you are fined five dollars for every meeting you miss. You are allowed to miss one meeting free of charge. The man who runs the show gives you healthy eating tips and weighs you at the beginning of the meeting, but that's it. The others in the group are there for encouragement. It is up to you to find a diet/fitness plan to suit you. Moral support, plus the cash incentive. Exactly what I need.

Anyway, I'm trying to find a plan that will work for me. Since being diagnosed with PCOS about two years ago I have really struggled to lose weight. I lost about twenty-five pounds when I was on Metformin last year, but my OB/GYN said that sometimes the body resets itself after a pregnancy so she wanted to wait and see how I'm doing before restarting me on the Metformin. Not that I'm complaining, the Met really made me sick to my stomach. Lose a lot of weight and the PCOS symptoms go away. Easier said than done, because PCOS makes it really hard to lose weight because of insulin resistance.

I checked out a book from the Urbana library about the Mediterranean diet. I'm thinking it won't work for me because carbs are a big part of the diet. I've read that lower carb diets work better for PCOS. I'm pretty sure I'm going to dig out my Weight-Watcher's points book and just follow that. You basically get to eat whatever you want, you just have to add up your points. This way I won't feel like I'm on a diet.

My husband is the world's biggest diet saboteur. His thinking is, if you want it, eat it. I'm going to have to find a way to hang out with him and not fail at this thing. I'll just think of the money I could win.

Wish me luck!

Because My Life Is The Same Day After Day

I guess I am in a new baby funk. Every day is pretty much the same. Get up at an ungodly hour, change diapers, feed kids, cat, husband, clean up various messes, throw on any old rags that I own because I'm too tired to give a shit about how I look anymore, brush my teeth and do laundry. If I'm lucky I might catch something good on the boob tube. Last night's True Blood made me perk right up, you guess which scene I'm talking about. Ahem. Anyway, since I've got nothing, here's a pic of the Princes that I took this morning.

One Year Ago Today

I just realized that it was exactly one year ago today that I found out that my father had terminal lung cancer. It was the worst day of my life. I started mourning that day, not the day he died five months later.

I miss my dad more than I can put into words.

I Know I Am About To Jinx It, But.....

This title reminds me of baseball. I've been watching a lot of baseball lately, not because I like baseball, my husband does. To me watching baseball is like watching paint dry. Anyhoo, I've noticed that baseball players are a very superstitious lot. As are the announcers. For example, if a pitcher is doing extremely well, having a perfect game or a no-hitter or whatever ( I get these mixed up all the time) no one talks about it. Like if the announcer remarks that the pitcher is throwing a great game, BOOM!, there it goes, out the window and suddenly someone will hit a three-run homer.

Silly, I know.

What's my point? I promise I'm getting to it. My point is that the Little Prince has actually been sleeping in somewhat of a normal pattern as of late and therefore so have I! And I realize that now that I've said that tonight is going to Hell and I will not get any sleep at all and tomorrow I'm going to kick myself for even talking about it.

Just like in baseball.

Vacation, All I Ever Wanted....

It has been a long time since we had a proper vacation. Last year, the King, Prince and I went up to Gurnee to Six Flags and we stayed at this cool indoor water park/hotel called Key Lime Cove, but it was only for a few days. I don't consider that a vacation.

I'm talking vacation. You know, the kind where you buy new clothes and make sure your hair is all pretty and you get a pedicure before you leave. The kind that requires air travel. The kind that when you arrive at your destination someone will hand you a drink with an umbrella in it. Vacation.

I would give my eye teeth, an arm, a leg and maybe my left boob to have a week (or two) on a beach somewhere in the Caribbean. WITHOUT MY CHILDREN! Not that I don't love them, I love them to death. I love the baby so much that today I considered pouring ketchup on him and eating him. But I need to have some grown-up ALONE time with my husband. We need to talk about something other than the baby's bowel habits. We need to talk about something other than the Prince's enormous appetite and how we worry he'll end up one of those people that require heavy machinery just to leave their house. We need to have fun, just the two of us.

Fat chance that this dream vacation will ever happen. And if we did go, we'd probably just talk about baby poop and count the days until we could go home. But I can dream, can't I?