You ladies have been busy. I have ALOT to say.
I don't think the force feild I put around them did much good!
Another classic. I swear, the most clever people hang out on this thread. And by the way, your new name is Violet Incredible.
Good Lord, I love you guys.
Food on my Trip - I did track for the first few days. Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday. On Wed and Thurs. I had gratuitous stuff - a Nestle ice cream bar, a packet of Sun Chips. By Friday I was contemplating divorce, leaving my parents by a roadside, and only keeping my kid. It's something when your 3 yr old is your best bet, no?
Actually, I would have taken my mom, too. But then men were getting left behind!
Saturday was eh - noticing but not tracking. Sunday was whole hog - Key llime pie, ham, drinks! OMG, I love gin. Yummy yummy gin, bless you gin! My inlaws are down here, too, so they took 10 hours out of their trip and saw us for Easter. Believe, it's better that way. We all had a nice time, and I did have to stop myself from mindless eating. It wasn't stressful, but I was geared up...wait, I'm lying. My husband was a rude a$$ all day - barely even touched me for the Sign of Peace at Mass - and it was getting to me. I was seriously thinking about never going on vacation with him again. He was rude all day, to everyone, and my mom called him on it, and he was SUPER rude to her. I know my mom is pain in the butt, but she was right, and besides, you should never be so disrespectful to your inlaws like that! I would never speak to his parents like he spoke to my mom. His mother was next to him; she should have said something to him! I sure did.
Good times.
Today he went to work - an office in Orlando, his company has one all over - and I went to my WW meeting. I'm up .8 lbs. I feel fine about that, considering my week. I'm also ready for TOM, so there you go. I tracked today and will track tomorrow, and on Wednesday my points reset and then I"m back home and back to hardcore WW.
My family and I had a good day, when Mr. Crabster arrived for dinner, he seemed in a better mood.
I'm thinking about a TR - anyone interested in reading it? Some of it would be happy, I swear!
I think you're doing awesome! Did the pie make it into the trash?
That is sooo awesome about your job! Whoo-whee!!!
As for my trip - on one hand, maybe I should just shut up and be happy we can go to WDW. On the other, I can't sugarcoat things. I'm just too stuck in reality. I put too much pressure on vacation, but in real life sometimes stuff sucks and you don't have a perfect time. Thanks for the good wishes for my mom! I really hope this upcoming round of chemo - five - is the last!
You are so right - we all need to learn this. Live for today, make yourself worth taking care of like you take care of everyone else.
You guys are the best. Have I told you that lately?
Thats GREAT about the .8 and the food. It's hard to hold back when you're in the "I'm on Vacation" anything goes, mentality.
Sorry your trip isn't everything you wanted it to be. Even so, I'd LOVE LOVE LOVE to read a trip report.
Men (not all Grumps), espically the grumpy ones (even occasional grumpy), like Mr. SeptGirl, Mr. OCD3DK, the GIANT TURD, and espically my husband, are like agressive dogs. They come home and have to mark their territory. I tell my husband he acts just like a dog. "I'm home, and I'm in a bad mood. You all need to acknowledge it. Let me spray alittle grumpy here. A little pi$$y there. A lot of grumble grumble grumble in here." It's just ridiculous!
(I suppose women are probably the same, but I'm a woman, and I'm not gonna (you can't make me) admit it.)
The pie has not been thrown out yet. More on that later.
And this is why he is the Giant Turd. Nuff said.
ITA all the way!
Lookin' babe-a-licious, Wendy! 
ITA, again. I didn't even get in any pictures. You're braver than I am.
I love that we are all getting to know each other! 
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ITA, again again. I love you guys too!
I think it is because this is a place where we can be honest with ourselves and those that are hear. We are free from judgement and free from all of the crap that society has 'instilled' in the world as what is acceptable and what is not. We know that it is a person's heart that is their real strength rather than just their outward appearance. We know that a person's ability to love and be loved is much more important than a number on a scale. We know that hearing words of encouragement for life's little accomplishments far outweigh the business awards and accolades in our lives. We know that while we are not perfect, there are things that can be improved upon and we are working on improving ourselves for ourselves. We come here because we are all like minded in that effort.
Goof
Deep Goof. Espically for a gal that doesn't have time to Post. And I agree. I am here for your hearts, not your fat.
Dawn, I feel for you. Everything is your fault on your shoulders. The Giant Turd is just being himself. I'll be glad when he's out of the house and you can "really" be responsible for what happens there. Things will be on the upswing immediately.
I wondered about you and Grumps and your thoughts on weight and how you were eating together.
I'm all about the New. Say, I'll get a new situation, like a desk and proclaim, I'll never eat at this desk. So forth and so on. Of course, I always do. Story of my life.
But with Grumps, it's newer. I'd be saying, since we both have the same goal, to get healthy, we don't have to have a good time with food. Not make it the center of our fun. Blah, blah, blah. Then you both, a year later, were in that groundhog moment. (Scary, what goes on in my head, isn't it. I'm having relationship conversations/committments between two people I've never met in real life and it doesn't even include me. I am certified NUTS.)
OK. Water is not my friend this March. I have been flooded in or out of my house twice this spring already.
Then last week our water pressure was super high. It was stinging my skin when I showered. It was odd.
...But, according to my husband (the official last word on everything), and I do agree (on this one), I am a "re actor". I am not pro active, I am re active. (Loosly translated, I procrastinate until it's too late and then I HAVE to do something about whatever "it" is.) So, I wasn't sweating it about the hard water pressure.
Then, last Thursday night. We left the house to go to a HBA dinner. I went to
Walmart after and DH headed home with DD4. He walked into a sound of water running. The guts in the back of our toilet actually exploded and pushed the heavy ceramic top of the tank askew and water was spraying all over. He called me, and I DID NOT WANT to go home. But, I did, and he actually cleaned it up. (THAT was a miracle, but not why I'm writing this story I have no time for.) We assumed it was just 12 years old. Time for new guts.
Fast forward to 5:30 pm yesterday. My DD12 called me frantically. There is water flooding our basement. She heard a loud pop and ran down to water. Our hot water tank, the pressurized-pop off valve, did what it was supposed to do, and poped, so the tank would not explode. Water was everywhere. DH and I (currently at the office) run home and start cleaning. (He did help with that one too!) Nothing was ruined, and the water co is coming today to fix the pressure. (I guess I should have called last week.
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SO, last night, after all that commotion, I was pooped. Still had to make dinner, get a quick bath, (couldn't shave my legs, arrrrrrgh, hot water was at a minimum) and give DD4 her bath. SO...I didn't even think about throwing out the pie. I am so pooped my eyes are bloodshot and red. If I get pulled over, they are gonna look for dope, I look that bad.
AND...I am on the local Home Builders Assoc, Home & Garden show committee. My part is to collect all the info and get it organized. We have been meeting every Monday for a few months now. The show is April 5 & 6 and I am down to the weeds. I can't wait for the show to be over. I love it and I hate it all at the same time. (It's volunteer, so my real job comes first, then I try to fit it in everywhere else.)
And you ladies are my biggest draw. I'd rather be here than making a list of who needs 6' tables or 4' tables or electric to their booth...
Yes, I want to go on a trip with all you guys. (Although my husband would NEVER, in a MILLION years, go for that. So, I'm gonna need a cover. K?)
Later.
My "goal hips" (lol--that just sounds funny) are 34" so I am getting really close there. My waist, though, has had almost no change in that same time period. It was 30.5" and today was 30"...so I guess I have to find some better torso and ab exercises. My goal for my waist is 26". Bust didn't change really either.
When they are so small, it is really easy to just eat several and not even realize it. I mean, I am good at math, but I just can't manage to learn that 1+1+1+1+1+1+1 = fat! 
I'm off to the gym as well. I'm not sure I'm going to "confess" to all my sins of yesterday, but lets just say, it's gonna take a while to work it off 
to everyone!!
