Two More Down..... 75 to go! :)

Another week and another two pounds! One more pound to the ONE-derful Club!  Today, I weighed in at 200 pounds! Woohooo! I've now lost 48 pounds since May 23, the day I started the liquid diet, two weeks before the surgery.  And, I feel GREAT!  My standard comment this week has been… "I should have done it a long time ago!"   :)

Exercise… it's still a dirty word. I just can't get myself motivated to exercise on my own. I bought weights. I bought exercise bands. I borrowed yoga books from the library. I haven't opened the weights. While I did take the exercise bands out of the box, they have yet to be opened… really. The yoga books were returned… unopened. What's worse… I can't be trusted to get any exercise when left to my own resources. I have a neighbor who goes to water walking class with me. She couldn't go last week, so, neither did I. It makes me very disappointed in myself when I do that. Other than my support group day, I got virtually no exercise this past week. That's just not good. It's been my worst week yet for exercise. I didn't even reach my goal of getting to the Y to work out twice this week. Hell! I didn't get there even once this week! The only thing I did do was half an exercise class on TV. It was hip hop dancing and it was too fast for me… and there was jumping involved. I'm still too heavy to jump. Go ahead… I know you want to ask… What in hell were you thinking? HIP HOP??? Well, I thought it might be easier than belly dancing. Although, God knows, I have the belly for it!  :)  And, those were my two choices, as far as I could see. I'd like to do some line dancing. Maybe I'll look for that somewhere. I used to love line dancing, when I used to dance. Maybe… just MAYbe I can find something I like to do and just do it!

So, I'm at Stop & Shop yesterday, shopping for ingredients to make ground chicken stuffed peppers. They were having special gas points if I bought certain products, so I did. I bought the baby back ribs, the bag of frozen shrimp, and a family pack of chicken drumsticks, in addition to my stuffed peppers ingredients, when who should I bump into, but the therapist who directs our exercise at support group. I wanted to jump into the shopping cart to cover the ribs and drumsticks! God knows, I won't be eating them, but I didn't want her to think I would be eating those! Good Lord! I can't eat more than a bite or two of ribs and I might be able to eat half a drumstick. If she saw them, she didn't comment, but I don't even think she looked into my shopping cart. Thank God for her, really… else I wouldn't have gotten any exercise last week at all. She pushes us to do more than we've ever done before. While I absolutely hate it at the time, it makes me feel good when I'm done. I feel like I've accomplished something… something more than I've ever done before. She's very good at what she does. But I was relieved when we parted ways at the supermarket. "Yup! See ya next week! Bye-bye!"  :)

Two of my grandchildren were here this weekend. My grandson is my youngest grandchild. He'll be four in October. He can be the sweetest little thing and a minute later have you pulling your hair out. This morning, he decided to be sweet. I was up around 6:30 this morning. I was at the computer, wasting time until I could eat breakfast (1/2 hour after thyroid meds), when I heard him making his way upstairs. He's almost always awake before his sister and the both of them are almost always awake before their father. So, up they come to visit with Granny until Dad gets up. My grandson was still half asleep when he came up and crawled up on my lap to gaze out the window at the "pretty slowers" (flowers) hanging outside. I'd just bought the hanging petunia at Ingalsby Farm on Friday for $10!! What a deal! So, he hadn't seen it before now. He was just mesmerized with it. It's white petunias with deep purple veins and very full. He wanted to go outside to pick a few for Granny, but noticed that it was raining, so Granny sang him the "Rain, Rain Go Away" song… "Rain, rain, go away. Come again some other day. Rain, rain, go away. Little Caiden wants to play." The boy loves flowers and he loves it when Granny sings. Finally SOMEone who appreciates good music!  :)  He wanted me to sing it again, using his sister's name, instead of his. Naturally, I obliged. He decided he was tired and soon went back downstairs and back to bed for awhile. But, I cherished that time with him. It was a sweet rainy morning.  :)  And, just to give her equal time, here's my youngest granddaughter. Beautiful teeth, eh?  LOL 

That's it for my week! How was yours?  Talk to you again next week!  :)