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7 Pounds

I'm not talking about the movie, although I hear its great. I'm talking about 7 actual, physical pounds-I now officially weigh 7 pounds *less* than I did when I got knocked up!!!  As some of you know, I quit trying to take one more thing upon myself at the beginning of the year, and instead, enlisted some help in the weight loss world. I did my research, watched several people I know lose big on the plan, and decided to take the plunge. My results aren't anywhere near this drastic...

 

and in fact, not everyone even notices that some of my chins have disappeared. But I have. I don't know what my exact weight loss total # is...I don't own a scale and have to rely on others (in other words, If I've been to your house lately, used the bathroom, and found a scale, chances are, I jumped on). For that reason, my results aren't the same across the board-but hovering in the 15-20 pound realm. It depends on the scale. And the time of day. And how heavy my sweater is. And whether or not I remember to take off my Uggs first. And whether I'm bloated. And whether or not I have hair product in...

I guess its time to bust out the Wii Fit we so anxiously bought last summer. That will tell me my weight w/ accuracy. But I'm kinda intimidated by my virtual trainer. She's mean. Although maybe she'll be nicer to me now-maybe shedding some pounds will bring my Wii age below 40 for once. She's a tough one, that Wii lady. And yes, I realize how pathetic it is to fear the Nintendo. But I do.

Anyway, I still will never put on a bikini again, and I''ll never look like I did when I was 25...but I'll take this. It's amazing what a few pounds can do for your psyche. The program I was on did cost a little more than I 'd to spend on myself...but being able to zip up a pair of Gap jeans for the first time in 4 years is, if not priceless, then at the very least,  pretty damn rewarding!

Hair's the deal...

My daughter's hair is outta control. This time last year, I was hoping her spot would grow in someday. Now, I'm wondering when exactly her lovely locks took on a life of their own. Best yet, it's very fine and is known to defy gravity by sticking up anywhere it wants-when its not hanging down in her eyes-giving her a very Shaggy appearance. She doesn't seem to mind having to look past her crazy bangs to watch Dora and Diego, but it bothers the crap out of me. Bows don't stay in her wispy hair. If  I am successful at digging a barrette into her scalp (sometimes drawing blood-don't call Children's Services), she just rips it out anyway. I've tried mousse, gel, and anti-frizz serum on her hair, but it's just turned her into a Product Whore after her mom's heart-yet done nothing to tame the un-tameable. What's a mom to do? Hair is kinda a big deal to me...I tend to like it-a lot. I want her hair to be long and beautiful. But what do you do in between-give her a bowl cut? Let her rock the mullet for a while longer? Or should I just accept the fact that she's got her father's hair-and it will just be an obstacle in life she'll have to learn to overcome?