ONLY ME....Only I would find a way to get my hand stuck underneath the refrigerator! And I mean STUCK...to the point where I have lacerations on my hand from pulling it OUT from under the fridge. I was being VERY productive today, and cleaning. I was on a roll, I tell you. I had that kitchen SPOTLESS....except for one spot. That black hole of dusty fuzziness called "under the fridge." So, I get down on my belly, and take a look at the vast emptiness filled with various fibers of ugliness...animal hair, human hair, plain old dirt, and what not...and in very large quantities. Well, at first I tried getting to it with the broom. Unsuccessful. Then I tried the OTHER end of the broom. Once again, unsuccessful. So, I stuck my fingers in ever so slightly. Aha! Success! I had virtuously grabbed a blob of nasty hair with my thumb and forefinger, pulling it out from the vastness. So, the mind set I had was, "Hell....if I can get that with just my thumb and first finger, imagine what I could get if I stuck my whole hand in there. Therefore, I proceeded in doing said act. I pushed my hand in there, and in between these two bars that run from one side of the fridge to the other. Ok, so far, so good. Well, then I proceeded to run my hand alongside to the right, and then I hit this wall....well, not so much a wall, as it was the narrowing of the bars. And my hand was NOT coming out. The fatness of my hand had molded itself around the bars, and not letting its grip loose for anything! So, I do what every noble housewife would do. I started yelling for my husband. My galant husband. He would be my noble steed and save me from my vice. Uh, yeah.....SO didn't happen! He comes into the kitchen, sees me lying on the floor with my hand protruding out from under the freezer section, and starts laughing uncontrollably. While I sit there yelling at him, he decides to get his camera phone and start snapping pictures, much to my chagrin. So now, photos of my excursion to the beyond is plastered all over facebook, and my husband is still laughing. I did, eventually, get my hand loose, and out from under the fridge....but it looks like someone has been chewing on it!
Later Days!
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
So, I was sitting at the stop light of Hawley and Western today, on my way to work. It's the corner just before the school. U2's Beautiful Day was playing on my radio when I look over to my right and I see this boy from the school I teach at. Ordinary sight? Sure. It was 8:00AM. He was on his way to school. What WASN'T ordinary was that he was walking to school in 20 degree weather with no coat on. He's walking into the school just as I go past the foirer to my classroom. I stop him and ask him, "Q, where's your coat?!?!?" He proceeds to tell me that he doesn't have one. He said all he had was a hoody that he uses as a coat. I asked him if there was anyone in his family that could help him get one. He said no. I went out on my prep today, and stopped at the SalVal. I got him a cheap coat. It wasn't fancy by any means. Not really that nice looking, either. It only cost me 5 bucks. But, it was warm. I took it back, found out what class he was in, and called him out in the hallway. I gave him the coat. Jesus, you would have thought that he was given a million dollars! He was so appreciative. He said that he really needed it, and thanked me over and over again. I made sure he put it in his locker before I had him go back into the classroom. Now, see this? THIS, THIS is why I'm so disappointed in this whole Haiti thing. That kid is just as impoverished at the Haiti people. Who knows that this kid's home life is like. He could be living out on the street, just like the Haitians in the earthquake...but this kid's country doesn't seem to want to help him at all. Why? Because they're so damn busy helping out people in OTHER parts of the world, and not paying any attention to the people in their own country. THIS just proves my point that I made earlier. There, I said it! I'm ashamed of our country and how they treat the ones that live within its limits. They want to make others like us, so they neglect us, their people.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
1-23-10
I think I finally have it figured out. I think I've finally figured out the euphanism of life. LIFE is like.....a dirty mashed potato pan. No, wait....flow with me on this. It gets better, I promise! Seriously, if you think about it, it fits! Who doesn't like mashed potatoes, right? See....life really IS like a dirty mashed potato pan. Why? Because it's filled with good stuff that makes you happy, but sometimes it's really hard to clean up after. Get it? Just like mashed potatoes. Everyone loves mashed potatoes. But, who likes cleaning up those pans? It's hard and crusty, and takes a lot of elbow grease to get it off. JUST LIKE LIFE! It's hard. It can sometimes be crusty (especially when you deal with someone you really don't want to deal with). And it takes a lot of elbow grease and work to get rid of the stuff you don't want in life. Who says I'm not philosophical!?!?! I just made the ultimate philosophy. I linked mashed potatoes and our lives! I'd like to see YOU try that!
It's been a really lazy weekend, and I have to say I totally loved it! I haven't done anything all weekend. Saturday especially. I just kinda laid around the house all weekend long and watched movies, did nothing, took naps, etc. It was great. I don't get to do that a whole heck of a lot, so for once where I did nothing was a breath of fresh air. My house looks like a hurricane hit it, but I'm refreshed! So, who cares!?!?!?! And it just makes it better that I don't have to leave the house tomorrow for work until 9AM! And then I'm done by 2. That's only 4 hours of work. Thank GOD! It's like an extra payday!
So, in and of that....I'm outtie like a belly button. I'm going to go finish up my relaxation weekend and finish recharging my battery. Later Days!
~M
It's been a really lazy weekend, and I have to say I totally loved it! I haven't done anything all weekend. Saturday especially. I just kinda laid around the house all weekend long and watched movies, did nothing, took naps, etc. It was great. I don't get to do that a whole heck of a lot, so for once where I did nothing was a breath of fresh air. My house looks like a hurricane hit it, but I'm refreshed! So, who cares!?!?!?! And it just makes it better that I don't have to leave the house tomorrow for work until 9AM! And then I'm done by 2. That's only 4 hours of work. Thank GOD! It's like an extra payday!
So, in and of that....I'm outtie like a belly button. I'm going to go finish up my relaxation weekend and finish recharging my battery. Later Days!
~M
Saturday, January 23, 2010
1-23-10
I'm so glad it's the weekend! Yesterday was a hard day at work. The kids were horrible. And the administration, yeah....well, let's just say they weren't any help in that department. I sent a kid down for behavior issues. He was being rude, disrespectful, cussing, etc....you name it, he was doing it. He stays down there for the hour, then comes back with a sleeve of donuts. Not only was he not suspended, but he was given a sleeve of donuts by the assistant principal! What kind of crap is that?!?!?!? I was livid! LIVID, I tell you! So, needless to say, I was thankful when the day was over. I won't be there on Monday. My para won't either....so there will be two substitutes in my room. Therefore, do you know what I did? I locked ALL my personal shit up in the closet. EVERYTHING...and I mean it. From my pictures, to my radio....everything is stashed away in my locked closet. I am NOT going to let those kids steal my shit when I'm not around. I have the countdown to the end of the school year going on in my head. Every day gets me closer to not having to be in that classroom anymore, and into an LD position or a CD position.
Ok, I know I'll probably get some backlash from this, but I just have to get this off my chest....freakin' enough about Haiti now, please! I understand that they're in dire need. I get that. I understand that it's difficult down there. I get that, too. But....you know what? We pledge a bajillion dollars to help THOSE people down there, when I can name you fifteen kids right off the bat, here in the school I teach at, that need that money just as much as the Haitians do. Why don't they take care of the people in the US like they promise to take care of everyone else? I have kids sleeping in homeless shelters, kids whose only meals come from the ones they get at school, kids who don't have the money to get clothes, so they're wearing holey clothes to school. What about those kids? I'm tired of looking on the television and seeing the stuff about Haiti. Like I said, I'm sure I'll get some backlash, but I just had to say it. I feel a lot better now.
Well, off to do my Saturday stuff. Later Days.
Ok, I know I'll probably get some backlash from this, but I just have to get this off my chest....freakin' enough about Haiti now, please! I understand that they're in dire need. I get that. I understand that it's difficult down there. I get that, too. But....you know what? We pledge a bajillion dollars to help THOSE people down there, when I can name you fifteen kids right off the bat, here in the school I teach at, that need that money just as much as the Haitians do. Why don't they take care of the people in the US like they promise to take care of everyone else? I have kids sleeping in homeless shelters, kids whose only meals come from the ones they get at school, kids who don't have the money to get clothes, so they're wearing holey clothes to school. What about those kids? I'm tired of looking on the television and seeing the stuff about Haiti. Like I said, I'm sure I'll get some backlash, but I just had to say it. I feel a lot better now.
Well, off to do my Saturday stuff. Later Days.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
1-21-10
I couldn't shake that "uneasy" feeling all day long. It's funny, though, cause now that I'm home, it's gone. Weird. Maybe it was my mind's way of telling me to just stay home today. God, I could only wish!
I've come to realize, being a teacher for inner city, emotionally disturbed children, high school at that....that you can't FORCE anyone to want to learn. I've tried every trick in my book on these kids. Some of them, I got through to. Others? Yeah, others....well, let's just say that they would RATHER be in jail than in school. I just don't get it. I've tried talking to them. I've tried showing them what the real world is like. I've tried having OTHER people talk to them. I've shown them videos. I've read them stories. Some of these kids just don't get it. And I'm really afraid that A) they're never GOING to get it or B) when they DO get it, it's going to be too late for them to go back. It amazes me that these kids have parents who just don't give a rat's ass. You call them and try to get them to work with you, and all you get back is a dial tone. If that was MY daughter's teacher, calling me and asking ME to help them with their child, you better bet your sweet bippy that I would be there in a heartbeat. And then, I would take my child and ground them for all of eternity, take away all their belongings except the daily necessities, and make them come to my beck and call until they get their act together. I guess some people should just be made to take a written and oral exam before being allowed to procreate. That way, we could ween out the bad parents and the bad genes.
On to another topic. There are only three months until it's camping season again. I can't wait. It's the most wonderful thing in the world to be out in Indiana, on the lake. It's gorgeous out there. I love waiting until sunset out there, and standing in the backyard looking at the sun fall down into the western laid trees. Somehow, the colors seem so much brighter and radiant than they do anywhere else. When I see the Indiana sunset, I see radiant shades of red, orange, and yellow blended together...blended so much that you can hardly tell where one color starts and another one ends. Then, adding the geese who reside on the lake...they fly into the sky and cross the multifaceted painting, and it just brings a sense of calmness and love to your heart. Like Danielle says, "It makes my heart happy." My wish is that everyone could experience this sunset, just once....and see just how beautiful it really is.
Later days!
I've come to realize, being a teacher for inner city, emotionally disturbed children, high school at that....that you can't FORCE anyone to want to learn. I've tried every trick in my book on these kids. Some of them, I got through to. Others? Yeah, others....well, let's just say that they would RATHER be in jail than in school. I just don't get it. I've tried talking to them. I've tried showing them what the real world is like. I've tried having OTHER people talk to them. I've shown them videos. I've read them stories. Some of these kids just don't get it. And I'm really afraid that A) they're never GOING to get it or B) when they DO get it, it's going to be too late for them to go back. It amazes me that these kids have parents who just don't give a rat's ass. You call them and try to get them to work with you, and all you get back is a dial tone. If that was MY daughter's teacher, calling me and asking ME to help them with their child, you better bet your sweet bippy that I would be there in a heartbeat. And then, I would take my child and ground them for all of eternity, take away all their belongings except the daily necessities, and make them come to my beck and call until they get their act together. I guess some people should just be made to take a written and oral exam before being allowed to procreate. That way, we could ween out the bad parents and the bad genes.
On to another topic. There are only three months until it's camping season again. I can't wait. It's the most wonderful thing in the world to be out in Indiana, on the lake. It's gorgeous out there. I love waiting until sunset out there, and standing in the backyard looking at the sun fall down into the western laid trees. Somehow, the colors seem so much brighter and radiant than they do anywhere else. When I see the Indiana sunset, I see radiant shades of red, orange, and yellow blended together...blended so much that you can hardly tell where one color starts and another one ends. Then, adding the geese who reside on the lake...they fly into the sky and cross the multifaceted painting, and it just brings a sense of calmness and love to your heart. Like Danielle says, "It makes my heart happy." My wish is that everyone could experience this sunset, just once....and see just how beautiful it really is.
Later days!
insert Tim the Tool Man Taylor "aaaarrrrrrrrrruuuuuu" here
I am just not feeling it today. Slept like crap last night. Have this weird, unsettling and uneasy feeling today that I just can't shake. Could be because of "brownie's" upcoming surgery, but to be totally honest, I don't know....
That's all I wanted to say.
Later Days.
That's all I wanted to say.
Later Days.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
1-20-10
Took "Brownie" to the ENT today. Not so good news. She'll be going in for surgery on February on Feb. 11. She'll be having both her adenoids and tonsils out, plus tubes put in her ears. It's gonna be a really rough have of it the few days after that, as I'm sure she won't want to be doing anything but being with her momma. She's definitely a momma's girl. The 11th is a Thursday, so I'll take that and Friday off. Monday I already have off for Presidents' Day. Hopefully this will be enough of "Momma time" and I can go back to work on that Tuesday, and Nana can take over. I've got mixed feelings on it. The doctor gave me the "option" of having her tonsils out or not. They told me that her tonsils were so swollen that they were touching each other. I said, "Well, what could happen if she didn't have them out?" They said that she would continue to snore, and that later on, she could develop sleep apnea. So, my response to that was, "So it's really NOT an option, now is it? If they need to come out, they need to come out." I just feel bad because she's so tiny, and they're actually gonna put her under, and she's going to be having a tube down the throat while they do the surgery, and then they cut them out, and she's gonna be so sore. I just know I'm gonna hate seeing her be so sore and in pain. Might make me cry :*(
It's times like these that I really wish my mom was around. It's moments like this that I need her here with me to help me through it. To help ME help my daughter. Damn Alzheimers.....I hope someone finds a cure!
It's times like these that I really wish my mom was around. It's moments like this that I need her here with me to help me through it. To help ME help my daughter. Damn Alzheimers.....I hope someone finds a cure!
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
25 Random Things About Me....
1. I have a very, very sad obsession with handbags. Piss me off somehow? Wanna make amends with me? All ya gotta do is get me a new purse, and we'll be best friends again.
2. I knew the day I met JB that I was going to marry him. In fact, I called my mom the night of our first date, and told her that I had just gone out with the guy I was going to marry. She laughed at me. Nine months later, we were hitched.
3. I'm 33 and I still get zits. Who gets zits at 33? Hell, who gets zits still at 28??? Apparently, me!
4. Matter of factly, as much as I miss my momma, her death taught me one very important thing....do NOT, and I repeat, do NOT take things for granted! Live every moment to its fullest. Life's too short for regrets. Enjoy the ones you're with, and forget about the ones who don't care.
5. Along that same line, I really wish my mom would come "visit" me.
6. I think I'm going bald. No, honestly...I really think I'm going bald!
7. If you would take a picture of me at 4, and lie it next to a picture of MY 4 year old....you wouldn't be able to tell us apart.
8. I have giant feet. I liken them to Shrek. Size 11!!!
9. The neighbor behind me, he creeps me out. He reminds me of the unibomber. He's very, VERY creepy!
10. I truly believe that you have to have a sense of humor in this world, or you won't be able to survive in this world. What's the sense in even living if you can't have fun with it?
11. I really, REALLY want to have a meeting with someone who talks to the dead. I'd like them to see if my mom is around.
12. I have the feet of an 80 year old woman. They are ALWAYS cold. Even when I wear socks and slippers, they're still cold!
13. My DH and my kids are the two most important things in the world to me. Do NOT mess with them unless you want my gargantuan size 11 broken up your ass!
14. I haven't had pasta or potatoes in over 8 months.
15. As much as I may say that I don't care, I really DO care what others think of me. Maybe a little TOO much! I will usually try really hard to make you happy.
16. I have a reoccurring dream of leprechauns chasing me, and of pillows being thrown over a wall, but then turning to stone and hitting me on the other side. Weird, I know....
17. Someday, before I die....I WILL fly in a jet fighter! It WILL happen!
18. I hate wearing makeup. I love how I look in it, but I hate putting it on.
19. I shop at second hand shops, and I'm not afraid to admit it. I find so many nice things there for so cheap!
20. If I could, I would quit my job and bake all day for a living.
21. I hate living in the city. I want to move back to the country. PLEASE!
22. I'm slightly obsessed with learning about the people of the civil war. NOT the war itself, but the people of that time. I'll read whatever I can get my hands on regarding that.
23. I have a fear of spiders. And I mean FEAR! Like, my heart will start racing if I see a spider. Although, any other bug, I'll pick up, squash, play with, whatever....but a spider. Oh HELL to the no!
24. I know how to play the accordian. Don't ask...
25. I think Rachael Ray and I would be besties if she just knew me. Someday.....someday....
WOW...that was harder than I thought it would be. What type of things would YOU have put on your list?
2. I knew the day I met JB that I was going to marry him. In fact, I called my mom the night of our first date, and told her that I had just gone out with the guy I was going to marry. She laughed at me. Nine months later, we were hitched.
3. I'm 33 and I still get zits. Who gets zits at 33? Hell, who gets zits still at 28??? Apparently, me!
4. Matter of factly, as much as I miss my momma, her death taught me one very important thing....do NOT, and I repeat, do NOT take things for granted! Live every moment to its fullest. Life's too short for regrets. Enjoy the ones you're with, and forget about the ones who don't care.
5. Along that same line, I really wish my mom would come "visit" me.
6. I think I'm going bald. No, honestly...I really think I'm going bald!
7. If you would take a picture of me at 4, and lie it next to a picture of MY 4 year old....you wouldn't be able to tell us apart.
8. I have giant feet. I liken them to Shrek. Size 11!!!
9. The neighbor behind me, he creeps me out. He reminds me of the unibomber. He's very, VERY creepy!
10. I truly believe that you have to have a sense of humor in this world, or you won't be able to survive in this world. What's the sense in even living if you can't have fun with it?
11. I really, REALLY want to have a meeting with someone who talks to the dead. I'd like them to see if my mom is around.
12. I have the feet of an 80 year old woman. They are ALWAYS cold. Even when I wear socks and slippers, they're still cold!
13. My DH and my kids are the two most important things in the world to me. Do NOT mess with them unless you want my gargantuan size 11 broken up your ass!
14. I haven't had pasta or potatoes in over 8 months.
15. As much as I may say that I don't care, I really DO care what others think of me. Maybe a little TOO much! I will usually try really hard to make you happy.
16. I have a reoccurring dream of leprechauns chasing me, and of pillows being thrown over a wall, but then turning to stone and hitting me on the other side. Weird, I know....
17. Someday, before I die....I WILL fly in a jet fighter! It WILL happen!
18. I hate wearing makeup. I love how I look in it, but I hate putting it on.
19. I shop at second hand shops, and I'm not afraid to admit it. I find so many nice things there for so cheap!
20. If I could, I would quit my job and bake all day for a living.
21. I hate living in the city. I want to move back to the country. PLEASE!
22. I'm slightly obsessed with learning about the people of the civil war. NOT the war itself, but the people of that time. I'll read whatever I can get my hands on regarding that.
23. I have a fear of spiders. And I mean FEAR! Like, my heart will start racing if I see a spider. Although, any other bug, I'll pick up, squash, play with, whatever....but a spider. Oh HELL to the no!
24. I know how to play the accordian. Don't ask...
25. I think Rachael Ray and I would be besties if she just knew me. Someday.....someday....
WOW...that was harder than I thought it would be. What type of things would YOU have put on your list?
Monday, January 18, 2010
1-18-10
Martin Luther King Day....a day off of school. YAY! I slept in this morning. Of course, sleeping in for me means waking up after 8AM sometime. I also have a cold settling into my head. Lovely. Just what I need. Oh, well....se la vie. The girls and I have a day set all to ourselves today. No friends, so family...just the girls and I. We're going to play some Wii and some board games. We're having a "spa day." AKA, Mom gets to be the guinea pig while the girls do my hair, nails, and makeup. Maybe I'll post a picture of my "makeover." :)
I found this quote yesterday while I was looking for a new background for my computer. I think it's great. It spoke to me, and gave me some motivation to keep going with my weight loss, and to keep going with my fight against diabetes. It's a quote from Mahatma Ghandi. It says, "Strength does not come from winning. Your struggles develop your strength. When you go through hardships and decide not to surrender, that is strength." It tells me that my struggle with diabetes is going to be my strength. It's what's going to give me the will power to keep going. I think it's good. Feel free to steal it! Sometimes, I'll admit...there are times that I just want to give up and say that I don't give a rat's ass. I wanna give up and just take a big chunk of chocolate cake. Sometimes I just want to take that elevator instead of taking the steps. This quote kinda put it into perspective for me. It came across at the right time, I guess....when I was getting a little bit lazy and disenheartened, ready to stop.
"Brownie," my youngest, has another doctor appointment on Wednesday. She's probably gonna have to be getting tubes in her ears. Poor kid's always sick. Her speech is a little off. She's always getting infections and put on antibiotics. She failed her hearing test last week. It said she had mild to moderate hearing loss in both ears....but it seems to be in the middle ear, so it will most likely be able to come back with the insertion of tubes. I will keep you all updated as to what we find out.
Well, time for me to get my you know what out of bed, and get some breakfast for the girls. JB has to work, so it's just them and myself today. GIRLS DAY IN! Have a good one.
Later Days!
I found this quote yesterday while I was looking for a new background for my computer. I think it's great. It spoke to me, and gave me some motivation to keep going with my weight loss, and to keep going with my fight against diabetes. It's a quote from Mahatma Ghandi. It says, "Strength does not come from winning. Your struggles develop your strength. When you go through hardships and decide not to surrender, that is strength." It tells me that my struggle with diabetes is going to be my strength. It's what's going to give me the will power to keep going. I think it's good. Feel free to steal it! Sometimes, I'll admit...there are times that I just want to give up and say that I don't give a rat's ass. I wanna give up and just take a big chunk of chocolate cake. Sometimes I just want to take that elevator instead of taking the steps. This quote kinda put it into perspective for me. It came across at the right time, I guess....when I was getting a little bit lazy and disenheartened, ready to stop.
"Brownie," my youngest, has another doctor appointment on Wednesday. She's probably gonna have to be getting tubes in her ears. Poor kid's always sick. Her speech is a little off. She's always getting infections and put on antibiotics. She failed her hearing test last week. It said she had mild to moderate hearing loss in both ears....but it seems to be in the middle ear, so it will most likely be able to come back with the insertion of tubes. I will keep you all updated as to what we find out.
Well, time for me to get my you know what out of bed, and get some breakfast for the girls. JB has to work, so it's just them and myself today. GIRLS DAY IN! Have a good one.
Later Days!
Sunday, January 17, 2010
1-17-10
So, since I don't use my Myspace account anymore, I didn't have anywhere to write my thoughts and stuff that goes on in my daily life anymore. Thus, here we are! I'm not trying to gain followers or anything. Just needed a place to write my thoughts down and get my insecurities out of the way when I need to. Nothing fancy, basically just my own personal diary, I guess :)
So, IF anyone is reading this, I'm just a normal woman. I'm 33. Just turned 33, to be exact. I'm a normal person. I'm a mom, a high school teacher, and a housewife. I married my best friend 9 years ago, and I have two little girls who are the light of my life. And, to be honest, I wouldn't change it in any way, shape or form.
In June, 2009, I was diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes. Since then, I've totally changed my lifestyle. I have lost 70 pounds since then. The past month, though, I have kinda slacked off on the dieting thing. Can't say that I've really got an excuse or anything, cause I don't. I've just been lazy. And because of my laziness, I have gained back five of those 70 pounds. I realized it the other day that I can NOT slack off. I can NOT do any of those things because it won't help me in my fight against diabetes. And that's exactly what it is, a fight. I refuse to let it take over my life. But in order to do that, I have to be diligent on my eating and exercising habits. Haven't done that the past couple of months. I need to get it back. SO, starting today, my sense of accomplishment is renewed, and I will get myself back on track. First things first, is to stop shoving shit into my mouth, which is what I tend to do when I'm bored. JB, my husband, went out and got me Just Dance and Wii Fit Plus to help me out. He's so sweet. Now I just need to stay vigilant to keep at it. I want to get "Blondie," my oldest, to work on it, too. She's a little on the overweight side for an 8 year old, and I do NOT want her to succomb to the childhood torture I had when I was a kid. Kids teasing me all the time and making me feel like I was inferior to them. SB and LV, yeah, that's right, I'm talking about you! All throughout school I was made to feel like I was an outcast because I wasn't the small one....or because I wasn't the popular one....and I hated it. All because I was a little bigger than most of the other girls in my class or grade. Hopefully, I can get my own daughter to avoid having to go through that.
So yeah, in a nutshell, this is my blog. This is my diary. And if I want you to know, I'll write it. If not, then tough banooni berries. Later Days!
Melody
So, IF anyone is reading this, I'm just a normal woman. I'm 33. Just turned 33, to be exact. I'm a normal person. I'm a mom, a high school teacher, and a housewife. I married my best friend 9 years ago, and I have two little girls who are the light of my life. And, to be honest, I wouldn't change it in any way, shape or form.
In June, 2009, I was diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes. Since then, I've totally changed my lifestyle. I have lost 70 pounds since then. The past month, though, I have kinda slacked off on the dieting thing. Can't say that I've really got an excuse or anything, cause I don't. I've just been lazy. And because of my laziness, I have gained back five of those 70 pounds. I realized it the other day that I can NOT slack off. I can NOT do any of those things because it won't help me in my fight against diabetes. And that's exactly what it is, a fight. I refuse to let it take over my life. But in order to do that, I have to be diligent on my eating and exercising habits. Haven't done that the past couple of months. I need to get it back. SO, starting today, my sense of accomplishment is renewed, and I will get myself back on track. First things first, is to stop shoving shit into my mouth, which is what I tend to do when I'm bored. JB, my husband, went out and got me Just Dance and Wii Fit Plus to help me out. He's so sweet. Now I just need to stay vigilant to keep at it. I want to get "Blondie," my oldest, to work on it, too. She's a little on the overweight side for an 8 year old, and I do NOT want her to succomb to the childhood torture I had when I was a kid. Kids teasing me all the time and making me feel like I was inferior to them. SB and LV, yeah, that's right, I'm talking about you! All throughout school I was made to feel like I was an outcast because I wasn't the small one....or because I wasn't the popular one....and I hated it. All because I was a little bigger than most of the other girls in my class or grade. Hopefully, I can get my own daughter to avoid having to go through that.
So yeah, in a nutshell, this is my blog. This is my diary. And if I want you to know, I'll write it. If not, then tough banooni berries. Later Days!
Melody
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