Hello all! Well, I survived San Antonio & Fiesta Texas. I was a little disappointed because our youngest two, DD3 and DS2 (yes, DS1 is officially DS2 now. In fact, we were at Fiesta Texas on his birthday) couldn't ride very many rides.
There was the worlds smallest ferris wheel--it had 6 cars and couldn't have been more than 15 feet tall-- and the snot nosed teen

at the helm told me I couldn't bring Mason on.

First he said he was to young. I'm like "Actually, he's 2 years old." Then he says he can't ride unless he can walk. I'm like, for cryin out loud, I didn't know there was walking involved on a ferris wheel.

Can you please tell me during what portion of the ride we'll be walking? Because I was kinda lookin' forward to sitting down. But I nicely said "Well, he doesn't walk very well yet because he has Down syndrome." Mason was even wearing his little purple bracelet that they give at Guest Services to identify guests w/ special needs.
The guy actually makes me put Mason down and tells me he has to walk--UNASSISTED-- I can't even hold one hand! Everything within me wanted to pull out the "show me some pity for my handicapped child" card, but I didn't. But man, I was so glad when Mason took 3 steps before trying to sit down and investigate the asphalt. Seriously, he can take 8-10 steps in a row, but in an unfamiliar place, he just wants to crawl around & check things out. Anyway, 3 steps was enough for geekhost boy & he let us on.
Mason loved

the ferris wheel. We did the train and the little cars, and he was just ecstatic. But those were the only 3 rides he could really do. I was so bummed. I guess you just can't compare every theme park to WDW!
Anyway, I stayed on plan!!! Yea!!

It wasn't too bad, except for Saturday, when we celebrated Mason's 2nd birthday and DDRiley's 12 birthday at my stepmoms, and she informed me we would be doing our party at dinner around 7. For breakfast, her hubby made quesadillas, so I had a little of the egg & sausage filling by itself; then for lunch, she was eating chips & dip & some other assorted stuff, and drinking her rubyred grapefruit juice, and I ate my broccoli & a couple of cucumber slices as I'm thinkin, "Dang! 7 oclock is a looooong time to go w/out any carbs!" But once she put up her chips, I was fine. I wasn't really hungry as much as I just love those chips & dips. I even checked the label on the dip, which I already knew had HFCS (high-fructose corn syrup--it's the debil, I tell ya'!), just to make sure they hadn't reformulated it to make it carb-free

. But it was okay, because dinner was the bomb-- separate birthday desserts for DS and DD because of DS2's celiac disease, so we had a meringue pie (like those forgotten meringue cookies, but big) smothered in whipped cream, strawberry sauce, and chocolate, and homemade key lime pie (I'm kinda famous for my key lime pie).
Even Sunday morning, when DSM made --gasp-- Eggs Benedict!!! Could there be a more perfect food???-- I did great. Had two poached eggs w/ just a smidge of hollandaise, and decided "Mmmmm.. I think I'll make Eggs Benedict for my reward meal one day next week."
Anyway, I've come to a new place in my journey. Technically, during my reward meal I can eat anything (an everything) I want. That strategy has served me well for this last 70 pounds. But now that I'm at this plateau --which, believe me, plateau is better than gaining!--- now I'm ready to take it to the next level. So for my reward meals, I'm going a lot healthier. I've been thinking about it for a while, but now my mind has wrapped around the idea. I'll still "reward" myself every day, but for the most part I'll just do it a little healthier. Like starting out w/ bunches of raw veggies, salad, steamed seasoned veggies, fruit, cutting out the fried, processed, frozen garbage food I've been eating and instead fixing yummy "real food"--like those eggs benedict. One day this week I'm going to make flatbread pizza w/ pear and gorgonzola. I'll still have my dessert--but maybe one serving instead of three servings. And I'm finally ready to say "Adios" to my Highfructosecornsyrup sweetened Coca-Cola. I can't believe I just said that, but I mean it. I bought some of the mexican cokes that are sweetened w/ regular old sugar, plus they are 16 oz. instead of 20. Way better for my body. Way less glycemic.
Okay, I told myself "Gee, I'll just take a minute to check in & say "hi" now that I'm back in town." But yet again I've managed to write a stinkin' novel!!! Sorry sistahs!!!
So while I'm at it, here's a big "
HELLO!" to our new Minnie Sistahs! Welcome aboard! Okay, babies to bathe, stories to read, noses to kiss. Good night all!