My new normal?

Oh, the excitement of losing weight! 4 lbs down, a mere 60 more to go. While the scale is moving the right direction for once, I couldn't help feeling so....well...round at this past weekend's Air Force Ball. It doesn't help that my friends here are tall and lithe. No, that doesn't help at ALL. Of course, everyone was super sweet to me: you look great! I love your dress! So pretty and happy! I'm thankful for the compliments. I just wish I could internalize them. This weight loss journey has been a bitch. I'm disappointed in myself and how I've let myself go.

This past week had visits from both sets of grandparents. My mom and dad were here first. I enjoyed my morning (and some evening) walks/jogs with Mom. I wish I could live near her. My inlaws brought plenty of cake, cupcakes and other various forms of junk food in the house. I should have better self-control. For the most part, I did good. For the most part.

On to better news: Katie's fundraiser for Tupperware is going well. It's going so well, I think we'll be able to "buy out" of Spring's fundraiser! That's huge for me. I hate selling things. I feel like I'm a beggar. "Buy my stuff so my kid won't be illiterate!"

With the cooler temps, I need to go through the kids' stuff. Katie is he'll-bent on wearing tank tops and such. Then, she cries that she's too chilly. I have to find her little jacket. Or, force her to wear one of her long-sleeved shirts and pants. It's next to impossible to get her to cooperate. Mom, was I this much of a butt when I was Katie's age? You know what....don't answer!

Round. Circular. No sharp edges. Me. I don't want to be the "fat Mom" or "fat wife". I thought this year would kick ass because Sam was old enough to go to school at our old duty station. We move out here and the minimum age is 2.5 AND potty trained. I wasn't planning on him being home with me. Sam's cooperation level sucks, too. If he doesn't want to go jog in the stroller, he will not go. Come on, Joyce...get it together!

Better go see what the kid is up to; last time it was this quiet, he was waist deep, leaning in the fridge sucking whipped cream out of the can....