I fell. . .Now, Can I Get Up?

Thump. Did you hear that? It was me officially falling off the wagon. . .It started Thursday night at the stroke support group. (Thank you to everyone who offered words of encouragement to our group regarding your blogging experiences!!! I thought we had a really great group.) We had delicious, wonderful white chocolate chip macadamia nut cookies. . .

Yesterday after the funeral, Aunt Sherry had us all back to her house for a meal. You don't tell Aunt Sherry no. You just don't. I've seen her make 6'5", 250 pound men change their minds. . .effortlessly. (He was her son, but. . .trust me on this.) Like all good Southern women, Aunt Sherry can cook. No, folks. She can COOK. Needless to say, it was wonderful, and my stomach wouldn't have allowed me to say no if I had wanted to.

Later, Kevin and I went on a date. We never go out. We met up with a very nice couple. (The young man works with Kevin.) We went out to Red Lobster. . .um, need I remind you they have shrimp and garlic butter biscuits? So, as of today, I'm officially back on the weight-loss wagon. We'll just have to see how much damage this did to the diet. . .

Baba Still Here and Momma is in the Fetal Position

We survived the weekend. One very hormonal mom, two rambunctious kiddos, and one of those is supposed to be kicking the baba habbit. . .Can you say, "LONG WEEKEND!?" I lost 5 pounds, all of which was water weight, I'm sure, but who cares? Listen to me, if you weigh 3 pounds less when you take off your shoes, that is 3 pounds you have LOST!!

We tried to kick the baba habit, but that came back to bite me in the butt. Let's just say Mama caved--BIG TIME!! To be fair, Kady was screaming for the baba for a LONG time, and Kyler was pleading her case ("Mom, PLEASE give it to her.") Never fear, the baba will eventually get in the way of her braces, and she will have to give it up. Just don't make fun of the girl in kindergarden with the pacifier--she's MINE!

Holding On. . .Barely

Ok, folks, when I say I have ZERO willpower, I mean it! So far, so good. . .but it's only been 2 days. Thanks for all the encouragement. No one has called me at 3 am, so far. I did tell Kev last night that I would chew my right arm off if it would get me a candy bar. . .Remember the Bar None candy bars? They were the BEST!! [sigh]

Diet, Schmiet

Ok, the diet officially starts TODAY. I have ZERO willpower, so I am depending on everyone to harrass/encourage/belittle--whatever floats your boat, basically, so that I might lose weight. . .Do you like how I placed so much pressure on you? Nice, huh?

Anyway, we went to the county fair. (It was great. Kev got to go with us. It was a big improvement over past years.) At the rodeo (you know we went to the rodeo--it was a county fair!), I saw so many people I knew. That's when it dawned on me. There are two types of women: those who get fat out of high school and those that don't. I am tired of being in category #1. . .thus the diet.

Starting today, I am going to significantly limit my carbs. (Some of you may know that I lost quite a bit in grad school using the Atkins Diet.) This time, I'm going to try the South Beach Diet. Any tips, tricks from anyone? Again, I have no will power, so feel free to call at 3 am and scream "Fatty" into the phone!!