confessions of a P90X dropout

This program really was well suited for me. There's a part of my personality that is very militant and I do well in situations of structure and discipline. My husband...not so much. He hated waking up early and he hated eating the same meals repeatedly. Having a menu planned out made it easier for me in some ways to shop and cook, but the meals weren't designed around a family of six with four picky little eaters. I usually made something different for the kids; so, making two seperate meals all day, every day was a lot of extra work and I hated when we slept in and then forced ourselves to workout after putting the kids to bed. Our results physically were very impressive, especially for my husband. He made great progress in the first 30 days. But it was taxing on us and it seemed that we were starting to be always on edge and fighting over little things that we normally wouldn't.

After a month and a half we really did have to take a break because Jake got the flu and couldn't stand up, let alone do strenuous excercise. We also quit the diet because it's so much protein and food that, without the excercise to put the nutrients to work, it seemed like over eating. Since we were taking a break, we decided to let ourselves indulge in all the things that we had been missing most. That was last week and we planned to start again on monday (four days ago.) We restarted the diet on monday, but the getting up and excercising didn't happen. After two days of not excercising, I decided to let the diet go again also. I think that we have been happier and less stressed since the break and that makes restarting not so desireable. With me, it's all or nothing. I need to set a restart date and do it 100%. I told Jake we should just wait til Jan 1st, but he says he wants to start right away. Right away is not a date in my thinking. Right now I'm just waiting for him to lead because he is very busy at work. He just called me and I told him the title of this post. He was surprised and said we didn't drop out and that we are starting again on monday; so, I'll be interested to see what happens.

Sleeping like a baby

Only a 2 yr old would consider this to be an acceptable place to spend the night.

Date Night

After enslaving ourselves for a month and a half to P90X, Jake and I decided to treat ourselves to a night out. We started by seeing the new, politically provocative and clearly consertive movie "An American Carol." The reviews had me so curious. They were so biased by liberally critics who couldn't see past their offense. I was apalled that they weren't capable of doing their jobs and actually review the movie as a movie. Now, I believe I can do what they could not and give it an unbiased review. I was not offended by it, but it was not good. It was basically "The Naked Gun," but even less funny. There were a few laughs, like when they made fun of country music and ineffective terrorists, but some jokes were right out of "Naked Gun." I'm happy to support them because I am a conservative and I am opposed to monopolies in general like the hold liberals have over the entertainment industry. But I could have mailed them the amount of the tickets and saved my time. I think they spent about two hours coming up with the plot and made up the script as they filmed it. The Christmas Carol was done pretty well in the movie "Scrooged" but barely recognizable in this.

Next we put our names on the hour long waiting list at Toucanos and decided to spend the time shopping at Riverwoods. This was quite a distubing shopping experience. Being plus sized for almost a decade, I haven't really gone shopping. It's not as fun and who wants to spend much on clothes that you really don't want to own in the first place. Now that I am getting fit, I decided to give the latest fashions a try. We went into Ambercrombie and Fitch and The Buckle. Here's the news. I am still too fat to shop in those places. But I'm very close, I almost had the jeans buttoned. The girl said they had bigger sizes somewhere, but I told her I wouldn't want those sizes (because that's not my goal)and she quickly understood. So I began to shop for Jake. I was surprised to discover that the lastest look at the buckle for men is gay and homeless. To be more specific, tight in the behind with flair legs, very decorated pockets with buttons, and lots of holes and shredding. The look at Ambercrombie and Fitch is homeless pornstar. Not a pair of jeans without holes in the place and enormous posters of shirtless guys with their pants pulled down so far that it doesn't seem anatomically possible that I wasn't viewing full frontal nudity. I had only two choices to stare searchingly or avert my eyes. Of course you know my choice. Now the price is amazing and sad at the same time. Who is paying $150for a pair of jeans that are full of holes. Is this proof that we may be over due for a financial depression? Can we just not throw our money away fast enough? I know to some of you I simply sound old and out of touch, but if you've ever stepped away from a situation and then were surprised when you returned to it, like maybe an ongoing t.v. show or something. I feel like this is what is happening.

As for Toucano's, it turns out that we may have caught the flu from our children, so even that part of the night was difficult to fully enjoy. We were a little worried about straying from our diet but it's okay because the binge was quickly followed by the purging. So, we dieted the old fashioned way.

Daddy Daycare

I asked Jake to feed the baby some spaghetti and meatballs the other day as I headed out the door. He just put it on her tray and let her have at it. Then he took these pictures. Why am I surprised? At least it was all cleaned up by the time I came back and these pictures are the only proof of it.

Spirit Week at Lydia's School

This week was spirit week at Lydia's school. The first day was nerd day. I walked around the house looking for mismatched clothing and anything else that looked goofy. It was fun. Then, after I sent her off, I started to worry that maybe she would be the only one in the first grade to dress up. I remember as a kid, having the "what if no one else dresses up?" concern in the back of my mind. She let me dress her, putting her full trust in me. Quickly I came up with the excuse that maybe she needs a jacket and I decided to drive to her school and take a picture of her so that she wouldn't be alone that day. Maybe if I supported her by making a big deal of how much fun it is, it would be fun. I got there and half her school was dressed up including, of course, her teacher. My worry was for nothing.
The next day was rock star day. I had made a trip to the store for a few things for this day and the next, which was pirate day. She loved her rock star stuff and didn't want to wash her hair until the very end of the day even though the paint was burning her scalp. If she decides she wants pink hair when she becomes a teenager, I have no one to blame but myself.
Today, at the end of pirate day she said to me, "I think my friend Lewis' mom loves him more, because he had way cooler outfits." That made me laugh out loud, which she didn't understand.