picadilly

I have a question. Why do we have to have such restaurants as the Picadilly in America? What is a Picadilly? Or, as Matt asks, What is a Dilly and why would he want to pick one? Let me tell you about my day...
First we went to a little church on the TU campus to watch a bell choir. Mark was playing the djembe with them. It was fantastic. Anyway, the grandmas all decided that we should continue our family togetherness and go on to lunch. And, being that they are from that generation, they decided that a "cafeteria" would be the best place so that they could accomodate us all. Ok, I haven't eaten in a cafeteria since I was in high school. And trust me, the food there was much better. But we did it, caravaned over to the place and got in line. I think the median age was about 72, but hey, why not. After moving through the line of jello and other assorted, easy to chew entrees and desserts, we sat down. This was an experience I hope not to duplicate any time soon. I feel like my stomache has a lead ball in it, and surely it will take at least four hours on the tredmill to run off the "Caro-nut pie" that Matt's beautiful white haired grandmother forced me to split with her. Just in case you don't know, caro syrup is a sugary concoction that people cook with. Consequently, if you put a little bit in a baby's bottle, it helps with constipation. Wonder what that's doing for me calorie wise.
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it hurts

I'm sitting here at Shades of Brown, hurting. Van Morrison is playing over the radio, and every time I hear his voice, my thoughts go immediately to my dad. I miss him so much. I think one of the things that I miss the most is that I could talk to him about anything. This wasn't always the case, but toward the end of his life, probably about the last two yers that he was alive, it seemed like our communication got a lot better. Wish I could talk to him now...
Anyway, the reason that I am so hurt today is that some people in my life just don't understand me. I feel like I am not the same person that I was before I had two children (mentally, physically, literally). But it's the expectation that I get from some people in my life that I must be the same that really bothers me. There are just some things that I cannot live up to right now. I won't go into details, but I know that it is just going to take some time for things to get back to normal. My body is just different now. Here are just a few of the things that they don't tell you when you sign up for the whole preggo thing:
1. Your boobs will never be the same- Large, then really large and rock hard, then tiny. A better word would be deflated.
2. Your feet get bigger- no explanation needed.
3. Sex drive, what sex drive?- Passing a watermelon through a straw just doesn't really do justice to what actually happens. Straws don't have sex, or want to. And lately, neither do I.
4. Sleep, what sleep?- no explanation needed.
I love my babies, don't get me wrong. I just wish I had my medium-but-perky boobs, small feet, and 10 hour sleep nights back. Oh, to dream...
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here we go

Ok folks, first of all it's been a long time since I've touched this dusty old blog. But with some new endeavors in mind, I have a new found desire to keep this thing going. As a mom of two, my body has changed drastically. Over the course of the past three years I have been pregnant twice with not much time in between. So, as my youngest is now two months old, I feel it's time to set serious weight loss goals. I feel like I want to say some "overall lifestyle change" goals, but that would not be the case. As of right now, I really would just like to lose the weight. But I know it's a lifestyle change that is going to make that happen. So, here's the goal. By May 1st 2009 I would like to have lost 30 pounds. I would also like to be able to run all the way around LaFortune Park (3.2 miles), and I would like for my BMI to be within a healthy range.
As of right now, I work out about three times a week at the YMCA. It's been so nice to drop the kids off in the nursery and go get some "me time". Monday, Wednesday and Friday I do a fifteen minute abs class (and this is an insane class, fifteen minutes may seem short but there are several times that I find myself looking up at the clock thinking, "is this over yet?"). Monday is a PowerPlay class (taught by the traditional, iconic woman in a sportsbra with a bandana on her head. Oh, and she wears a headset. I have this visual image of her doing steps and breathing really hard into the headset... quasi scary). Friday is Power Yoga. This is my favorite, and it garuantees that I will be sore all weekend. Other than that, I try and spend some time on the elliptical machine or treadmill, and I have a weightlifting sequence as well.
So, while it may sound like I know what I'm doing, I don't. The weight isn't really coming off yet. I know I need to really push myself, and I most likely need to add one more day per week. For now, I'll stick to three and see what I can do. My goal is to keep myself accountable by blogging everyday if possible. Also, I've learned that weighing in everyday tends to help. So, my starting weight for all to see is (drumroll....) 151.8lbs. My first little goal is to be below 150 by November first. We'll see....
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