Stop the madness!!!

When it comes to sweets, I have zero willpower. I will eat whatever is in sight and not think a thing about it. Now, luckily, this isn't usually a problem unless it gets totally out of control like it has for the past few days. At work, we have a candy drawer. And it's a big drawer. Most of the time there's something decent in it, although it does occasionally go through dry spells where there might be a few peppermints and a butterscotch disc (neither fit my description of candy, by the way). Well, it's Halloween-time so the candy drawer has not only been full, but full of the good stuff: Mounds, Heath bars, Snickers, Twix, Reese's, etc. Most people might just have one or two pieces a day, but me? Oh, I'll have about 6 or 7, thank you. And it's not the bite size, it's the "fun size". Fun, indeed.

Monday was one of our doctor's birthdays. Of course we had the biggest sheet cake that Sam's Club offers. It had the good fattening icing, not the whipped, "supposed to be better for you" kind.

Thursday was Bosses Day, but we celebrated on Monday with 3 dozen Krispy Kreme doughnuts because one of our doctors wasn't going to be at work for the actual day. I should also point out that we are celebrating again on Tuesday when all of our doctors will be there. We are having Salsaritas cater and I have been told that we opted for their dessert option as well.

It's Friday. One of my coworkers decided that what we all really need today is a huge pot of homemade spaghetti. So she has been in the break room making it for the past hour or so. And she bought bread (pre-buttered with garlic) too. It smells delicious.

What is my point in all of this? Well, the first pair of jeans I put on this morning "fit" but were absolutely not appropriate to wear to work, if you know what I mean. Clearly this is a classic example of a cause/effect situation. I have got to stop the madness! I am totally not buying bigger pants, so I am going to have to decrease the hand to mouth motion that is happening far too often lately. I figured it up and I ate about 3000 calories yesterday. You may recall that I am not quite 5'2 and weigh 108-110 pounds. . .for now.

The picture above is my motivation to do better. It's not my favorite picture in the world; I mean, my hair might as well be a rag mop and my left arm looks wonky, but I'm loving the fact that there is an abdomen with very little fat on it. And it was one of the few bathing suit pictures I have on this computer, so it will do. This is my goal, friends. Let's see if I can at least keep it under 2750 calories today. I mean, you gotta start somewhere, right?

Some pictures to share

After reading Cara's new blog, it occured to me that I should post some pictures of my family.

This is me and my awesome husband, Erin at Fired Up, a pottery place in Ashville, NC. He did a mug and I did a platter. They turned out great and we actually do use them at home.

This is Kenzie. She was the flower girl at Jen's wedding. We were nervous about her just turning two and attempting a walk down the aisle, but to our surprise, she did great.

This is my favorite picture of my two favorite people. I only wish I could see Erin's face in it.

This was taken at Mandy's house. Kenzie has Ariel mermaid fins on.

Just a follow-up from yesterday. . .

I was able to find the "scary monster" on Party City's website. Now, this may not appear THAT bloodcurdling to you, but it measures 16 feet so it's really big and the hands hang down pretty low. And did I mention it has red glowing eyes? No wonder Kenzie was terrified. If I woke up to that hanging above me from the ceiling, I would probably think it was going to eat me too.

My Inaugural Blog

You know, as much as me and Cara have talked about starting a blog, I'm actually surprised that I have waited so long. But, funny things keep happening (most having to do with Kenzie) that I must write down somewhere, so here we are.

Cara and I have talked many times about how there are so many things about being a first-time mom that people don't tell you- probably because in the grand scheme of things, they really aren't super important. Luckily for her, I get to find stuff out a year earlier most of the time since Kenzie and Anderson are a year apart.

I have pretty much decided that Kenzie's costume this year will be her as a little black cat with a homemade sign around her neck that says "free to a good home". We do have a ladybug costume if the whole cat thing doesn't pan out. Anyway, I took her to Party City this morning to find a set of cat ears and a tail. You would think that Wal-Mart would carry something like this, but their version of cat ears and tails are bedazzled. . . a lot. And we aren't going for "disco cat"- we are looking for "regular cat". Kenzie was very excited about this because I told her that they also sold candy there.

We go in, get a cart, and are looking around and Kenzie is being unnaturally quiet, but I didn't think much of it at the time. I was trying to decide between the 6 different ears they offer, trying them each on Kenzie and all of a sudden, she whips them off, throws them on the floor, and starts screaming "UP, UP! Mommy, I want OUT!!" while looking absolutely terrified. I looked around and noticed nothing out of the ordinary, as we were the only ones in an aisle filled with domestic animal costumes. Nothing scary. I told her to calm down and it just got worse. The screaming had turned into unintelligible hysterics. Again, I looked around and this time I noticed that she was looking up towards the ceiling (I thought she was just looking up at me the whole time). What was on the ceiling? Oh, just a huge super scary monster skeleton, draped in rags with a menacing open mouth and huge hands reaching down. Now remember, we are at Party City, not Walgreens, so this is a very realistic item. Because of Kenzie's screams, people had started to peek around the corners and I heard them saying things like "oh, bless her heart; she's so afraid of the decorations!" Well, yeah. And since it is the season for things like that, I'm trying to wheel her out of there asap, only to find that "scary monsters" like that are hanging from the ceiling throughout the whole store. Except in the wedding stationary, which is where we went for me to reassure her that "no, they are just pretend" and "no, he is not going to eat you".

Of course, in my rush to get out of there, I bought ALL of the cat ears and tail options I was deciding between. Now I have to take back at least 3. Fantastic.

I have decided against bringing her with me on that trip.