I'm just going to get this out in the open right away.
I gained a pound while on vacation.
Yes, an entire pound. And I'm rather glum about it, I might add. It propelled me to buy good foods at the fruit & vegetable specialty store, thus spending more money than I had in the food budget this week (well, we actually have no money in the budget for food anymore as we spent it all on our vacay, if you care to know.)
Thanks to my foray into a store which forces healthy eating habits upon mine self, I will undoubtedly lose that pound in the very near future. We hope.
I stocked up on blueberries and cherries and lettuce, oh my! I procured some of the finest cheeses and deli meats, to be used sparingly with whole grain products of the utmost quality.
(In other words I bought some stuff on sale that looked expensive and will make me believe it's worth eating less of it so I can enjoy it more often and feel as though I'm eating like an upper crust snob.)
Now if only I could get back into exercise. After four days in either a van, a hotel room or a tourist trap with three boys, the very last thing I want to do is exhaust myself further. The idea of lifting more things to make myself sweaty is about as appealing as gouging my eyes out with an ice cream scoop. I'm praying this feeling goes away shortly and that pilates once again becomes a friend of mine.
Other than wanting to strap Gutsy to the roof of the van for the ride home, our trip was wildly successful. The gremlins were mostly well-behaved, but let out of their usual cage and set loose into a new city allowed for certain... behaviours to come out. For example, Gutsy chose highway 401 going through Toronto with 14 lanes of traffic around us to let us know he had to go pee "right now! Soooo bad!!!" and that "it was coming out NOW! STOP THE VAN! STOP IT, PLEASE! I HAVE TO PEE RIGHT NOOOOOOWWWW!"
I realize that five-year-olds can't reason well. I realize that offering him a bottle and a cap to put on it afterwards in order to hold the yellow contents until we could get off the highway is probably very foreign to a young child. However, screaming for an hour while we sat in traffic with no exits in sight and no safe place to stop was not my idea of fun. For an hour he screamed. First we comforted him. Then we tried (unsuccessfully) to reason with him. Then we started getting a tad pissy with him (I'm such a awesome punster). Then we ignored him. Then he screamed louder and hurt Intrepid and Spawnling's ears. Then Intrepid screamed at him. Then Spawnling cried his little eyes out. Then I about stopped the van on the world's largest highway and strangled him.
Thankfully, just before I became a mother of two, we made it through the other side and found a McCrapples. Gutsy went pee. I breathed. I ate too many fries (there's my pound, people). I got mayo on my new shirt because I was eating a chicken sandwich while simultaneously merging onto the 401.
Peace returned to our vehicle after we stuffed everyone's feeling with fast food. We enjoyed the rest of our 6 1/2 hour drive home and all but collapsed at the front door.
We were missed, though. So very missed. I received two free coffees today both from Sisterella (AKA Photo Lush) and Flashdance, my regular coffee fairy. Random delivery of coffee is always appreciated, but especially as I recovery from a traumatic event like screaming little boys nearly urinating on the highway. Then we were blessed with an impromptu visit from The Butler Did It and family. She and I went to get coffee, although she didn't buy for everyone (well, neither did I, but that's besides the point). I'd make some snarky comment about what a cheap friend she is, but she's lending me a book I want to read so I have to be nice. Friends who loan friends trashy novels are definitely worth keeping around, even if it means fending for oneself at the coffee shop.
And now I am about to go collapse onto the couch and watch my boyfriend, Doctor Who, save the planet again. He must eat a lot of feelings with fast food. Imagine the stress of that job....
I gained a pound while on vacation.
Yes, an entire pound. And I'm rather glum about it, I might add. It propelled me to buy good foods at the fruit & vegetable specialty store, thus spending more money than I had in the food budget this week (well, we actually have no money in the budget for food anymore as we spent it all on our vacay, if you care to know.)
Thanks to my foray into a store which forces healthy eating habits upon mine self, I will undoubtedly lose that pound in the very near future. We hope.
I stocked up on blueberries and cherries and lettuce, oh my! I procured some of the finest cheeses and deli meats, to be used sparingly with whole grain products of the utmost quality.
(In other words I bought some stuff on sale that looked expensive and will make me believe it's worth eating less of it so I can enjoy it more often and feel as though I'm eating like an upper crust snob.)
Now if only I could get back into exercise. After four days in either a van, a hotel room or a tourist trap with three boys, the very last thing I want to do is exhaust myself further. The idea of lifting more things to make myself sweaty is about as appealing as gouging my eyes out with an ice cream scoop. I'm praying this feeling goes away shortly and that pilates once again becomes a friend of mine.
Other than wanting to strap Gutsy to the roof of the van for the ride home, our trip was wildly successful. The gremlins were mostly well-behaved, but let out of their usual cage and set loose into a new city allowed for certain... behaviours to come out. For example, Gutsy chose highway 401 going through Toronto with 14 lanes of traffic around us to let us know he had to go pee "right now! Soooo bad!!!" and that "it was coming out NOW! STOP THE VAN! STOP IT, PLEASE! I HAVE TO PEE RIGHT NOOOOOOWWWW!"
I realize that five-year-olds can't reason well. I realize that offering him a bottle and a cap to put on it afterwards in order to hold the yellow contents until we could get off the highway is probably very foreign to a young child. However, screaming for an hour while we sat in traffic with no exits in sight and no safe place to stop was not my idea of fun. For an hour he screamed. First we comforted him. Then we tried (unsuccessfully) to reason with him. Then we started getting a tad pissy with him (I'm such a awesome punster). Then we ignored him. Then he screamed louder and hurt Intrepid and Spawnling's ears. Then Intrepid screamed at him. Then Spawnling cried his little eyes out. Then I about stopped the van on the world's largest highway and strangled him.
Thankfully, just before I became a mother of two, we made it through the other side and found a McCrapples. Gutsy went pee. I breathed. I ate too many fries (there's my pound, people). I got mayo on my new shirt because I was eating a chicken sandwich while simultaneously merging onto the 401.
Peace returned to our vehicle after we stuffed everyone's feeling with fast food. We enjoyed the rest of our 6 1/2 hour drive home and all but collapsed at the front door.
We were missed, though. So very missed. I received two free coffees today both from Sisterella (AKA Photo Lush) and Flashdance, my regular coffee fairy. Random delivery of coffee is always appreciated, but especially as I recovery from a traumatic event like screaming little boys nearly urinating on the highway. Then we were blessed with an impromptu visit from The Butler Did It and family. She and I went to get coffee, although she didn't buy for everyone (well, neither did I, but that's besides the point). I'd make some snarky comment about what a cheap friend she is, but she's lending me a book I want to read so I have to be nice. Friends who loan friends trashy novels are definitely worth keeping around, even if it means fending for oneself at the coffee shop.
And now I am about to go collapse onto the couch and watch my boyfriend, Doctor Who, save the planet again. He must eat a lot of feelings with fast food. Imagine the stress of that job....