Fiddle dee dee

So we are taking Middle Itty, Little Middle Itty and Little Itty to WDW and Universal during spring break.  I am usually quite excited to go see the Big Mouse himself, but this time I am quite apprehensive.  I just am not sure how this is going to go over.... with LMI and LI being so .... so...... so......     spirited and all.  If they ruin this vacay, they may never see anything but the Outer Banks from now on.  OBX is our usual stomping ground for vacation once a year.  This year it will be Kissimmee..... I don't think that is spelled right.

When Big Itty was 6, I took him to WDW by himself.  We spent a week there, starting just a day after Hurricane Floyd hit (and Disney closed due to weather for the first time).  It was magnificent!  There were literally NO LINES.  We stayed on rides... we did cartwheels in the street.... okay, well, I didn't.... BI did, though.  WHOOHOO.... it was the BEST.

This year we are going at one of the very busiest times of the year.  With two of the most difficult chittlens I have ever raised.  Hmmm..... I'll probably emerge alive, but bald.

Y again

I took the kids to the Y again - this time for an hour.  It went really well until Little Itty decided to start flashing some extra large ladies beached in the baby section.  We made a hasty retreat to say the least.  He promptly fell asleep in the car after informing me that my music selection was boring.  Guess he was telling the truth.

Y - M - C - A

After going to work today, I decided to hop on over to my local Y and swim for a while.  I thought 30 minutes of swimming and then 15 mins in the steam room would do wonders for my mood.  And if I was lucky maybe I could lose a few pounds in the heat.

So I get there, get ready and am standing at the edge of the competition pool, ready to swim laps for 30 minutes.  It was 1:00 pm exactly.

Half way down the lane I knew I was in trouble.  I flipped over to my back, and then back to freestyle.  When I got to the edge, I grabbed on and looked around like I was checking out the newness of the place.  Then I started back.  Half way back, to make a total of a whopping one lap, I turned on my back and casually thought about dying which obviously I was about to do.  Or so I thought.

But I didn't, and when I got to the end of the lap I was somewhat mortified to find that I didn't even have the strength to pull my fat ass out of the water.  I glanced at the clock.  1:04 pm.

Shit.  I was able to pull my wobbly pudge ass out and dry off as though I had just swam a marathon and was ready to call it a day.  I hastily retreated into the locker room....

The nice thing is that nobody in there knew how long I had been swimming, so I was in the clear in there.  I did manage to stay in the steam room for 15 minutes.

Pudge

UGGHHHHH!

Holy shit and shinola.  I can't believe how much I ate today.  I was doing fine until I had dinner at 2:30... thinking I wouldn't be hungry.... thinking I could do a little exercise even though my doctor strictly forbids it.

Starting tomorrow I am going to start swimming as physical therapy.  woot woot.  At least it will be easy on my back.  Stupid stupid.... I suck.

Better luck tomorrow.  I'll enjoy the swim if nothing else.

Crapola

Every January I start a diet.  Every January I fail a diet.  Every February I am depressed.  A relentless cycle  And the two youngest jackwagons won't go to sleep.  I already lost the first post - the one I wrote for a long, long time and promptly lost due to the inability to find the server.  What a day.

On a lighter note, we did go to the new YMCA today, and it was quite nice.  I expected it would be, as it is brand new.

Maybe when I do physical therapy, I will swim.  That would be ok.  My back might actually like that.

Unfriggin' Believable

I guess this has become a New Year's tradition for me. Starting a weight loss program, that is Shit. This just sucks.

So, enough whining. Once my back is healed I am going to start doing stuff again, and not even worry or think about my weight.

Okay, that is a lie.

But I do need to stop obsessing. I have so much in life to do - to see - and this is ridiculous to be so consumed over something so trivial.

On a lighter note - we are going to take the kids to Disney World and Universal this spring break. For the first time in about 10 years we can actually go on spring break, now that Zoob doesn't play ball.

Blah Blah Blah

My head hurts today. I am bloated. I am tired. But, surprisingly enough, I am not hungry.

I made homemade Avanti's bread and homemade pizza bread for dinner. That filled me up. Plus I bought lots of Benefiber and some Fiber Plus tablets that make you feel full after you take them. They must balloon in your stomach giving it a false-filled feeling.

Unfortunately the side effect to one of them is, shall we say, less than pleasant. Oh, I don't rush to the bathroom in a mad dash to relieve myself.... quite the contrary. I wish I could relieve myself and the excess 10 lbs I seem to be carrying. No, it has to do with the release of a stench so powerful, you would swear our house was infested with more than just teenage boys. Very powerful odors....

I didn't do too bad today, considering my headache is borderline migraine.
Tomorrow will be better.

Pudge