Warm Hearts Happy Family

And not just a better mom but a better wife, a better employee, and a better member of society.

I am feeling fantastic because slowly…very slowly…I am recognizing the person in the mirror. I am seeing my old face. I am feeling energy instead of exhaustion. And I am feeling skinny(er).

Jillian Michaels and her 30 Day Shred really gave my battery a jump–gave me the motivation to claim my health and body back. I am now on my fifth week of Weight Watchers and am down another 15 pounds! Go me!

I turn 30…in one month. And damn-it I want to be a MILF. I want to feel hip and cool, pretty and successful. I want to have it all and my thick layers of fat were keeping me from the person I want to be.

Like it or not when you are fat, you are discounted in society. You are invisible. And you are not taken seriously. When I hit 220 pounds I experienced this for the first time.

I find it extraordinarily interesting they way people interact differently with me during the different stages of my weight. Weight shouldn’t matter but it does. Your weight–right or wrong–says something about you (accurate or not). I am done feeling fat and inadequate.
I am ready to feel young, empowered, and in control!

My house is a much happier place when I am in control. A much more tranquil and doused-in-love place when I feel good. My family has filled me up with love so strong I practically have joy seeping from my pores and sunshine beaming from my ass. It’s good stuff.

So taking control of my weight and my happiness is the least I can do for them.
I still have a long way to go—as in 50 more pounds to go—but I started. And starting can be the hardest part.

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Today was my biscuit’s first official day of preschool.  I had prepped him for a week about how I would be dropping him off and how much fun he was surely going to have.  Thankfully, drop off was a happy exciting event. 

Here he is sweet as hell and ready to learn:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The whole way home Sissy was confused that brother was not with us. The way she was so concerned that B was absent from the car was heart warming; and also matched what I was feeling perfectly. The car was oddly quiet and I was a little sad.

But then we got home, and sissy realized she had free reign over ALL of they toys. Her concern was long forgotten!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We had some serious one on one time which felt fantastic:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Then we waited…and took the waiting outside because it was such a beautiful day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sissy was pumped when I said “time to go!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And finally followed by more waiting in the parking lot, because mom was too damn excited and we left way too early.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When we went in to pick brother up, he came jumping out of the room telling me how much fun he had. “I had so much lot of fun mom!”

I love my life, and I thank God for my children. They are such pure sweetness and everything that gives my life meaning.

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