Well my daughter can officially ride her bike all by herself. Sort of. She practiced and practiced at Grandma's on the weekend and got the riding part down but hasn't quite got the braking part yet. She uses the toes if her shoes. I told her she better stop doing that quick 'cause I'm not going to buy her new shoes when she wears the toes out. And she is a little all over the sidewalk, she is definately not allowed on the road. So that is why you had better watch out if you are walking down the sidewalk. She will come out of nowhere and run you down (Actually not really, she doesn't go very fast yet either).  At least she has got the hang of it and hopefully we will find out which pile her helmet is buried in soon so she can get out there and practice some more.

In other news I bought a new bathroom scale today. I bought it because I thought the old one was full of crap (or dying) but apparently the old one is fine and I really do weight that much . OMG my son just walked head first into the door knob. Anyways the new one is digital and will replace the really old scale with the dial (I think it is from the days when I still lived at home with my dad and my sister). It was way off, always on the light side though which was nice when I was feeling especially fat. Oh well at least I will be consistanly fat no matter what bathroom I am in. I really thought the old one was off it's rocker though. I mean, it said that I gained 5lb in one day, the last day I went to aqua aerobics, actually. And then I lost a few again. Now I know a bit of fluctuation from day to day is normal but 5lb in one day? It might have just been a fluke but then it happened again. And it was even the same when I checked the next day. But then a half an hour later the next day I had lost 4lb? Thus I thought it was a bit flakey. After all I got it at a garage sale quite a few years ago. And if I am going to (pretend to) diet those wild fluctuations are not good. If you are going to tell me that I gained 5lb in one day despite trying not to, well I'm just going to give up and pig out and then I really will gain that much. ~sigh~ Oh the trials of being a woman.

 

Let's see. James is cooking supper, the kids are at Grandma's because there is no school tommorrow. I went shopping a wee bit after work and spent more than I should have. I wanted hair dye and the drug store across from work was already closed by the time I locked upso I walked a few blocks to the other one. But as I was there looking at their selection I remembered that the health food store had herbal type hair dyes that I had wanted to try so I walked across the street to there instead. I picked one out, paid, etc and she said "Do you mind if I put some iodine on our wrist. Your neck looks puffier than it should." And then went on about your thyroid which I explained to her that I can never remember to take my thyroid pills. Comes with the swiss cheese brain. Anyways she said that what she put on should last for up tp 3 days on a normal person but depending on how bad your thyroid it will dissappear quicker. On her it only lasts 5 hour. Anyways then I mentioned that I can never remember to take my b12 either to which she said "Well b12 should be sublingual, I have this one that tastes like cherries." Now I don't like the taste of cherries but I bought them anyways. I'd rather get the b12 in check before it turns into anemia again. Anyways after I get home I am all itchy and I'm not quite sure what from, maybe the iodine, maybe the b12. 

 

We interrrupt this blog for... supper!

 

Well it is not so itchy any more so I think I am going to go dye my hair. Maybe will post pictures in a few days depending on how it turns out. 

 

 

Cameron came home from school yesterday all excited, I could hear him even before I looked out the window. "Mom can we plant my tree?" and there he is as proud as punch carrying a little itty bitty tree. Now I know it needs to be planted in the ground but that is something that needs to be thought about just a bit. I mean it's gonna get kinda big and I can't just put it anywhere. So we planted it in a big flower pot that will hopefully do for a few days. And then he says "I gotta water it" (we have been playing a new Caillou game where you plant a garden and have to water it and feed it and protect it all the right times or your plants wilt and die) so we watered it a bit. Then he says "I gotta feed it so it will grow" but I had to explain that we don't have any tree food. But then he wanted to watch it grow (in his game your garden grows very quickly) so I had to explain that it wouldn't grow that fast. We then took pictures so we could remember how small it is now when it gets bigger. I just hope we don't kill it in the meantime. We don't have a whole lot of luck with plants around this house. It seems to be directly related to the fact that we have cats. Plants don't seem to like to be chewed on or peed on. 

Well I honestly tried today but I have like, NO willpower. I brought my cabbageless cabbage soup to work for lunch. And did very well until the other girl had to run across the street for tissue paper and left me all alone at the till with all the junk food. So I had some shortbread cookies. And then I was ok until lunch, I had my soup and then went for a walk to see my lovely husband. WHO WAS EATING ICE CREAM!!!!! So I went and got an ice cream. And then I was good until supper (except for the open bag of chips that my aforementioned lovely husband brought home yesterday and left laying there on the bed) when I had my soup again and then went to water aerobics like a good little girl. Oh my legs were like spaghetti after that. So we went for hot chocolate with whipped cream and sprinkles. And since I had so far blown the whole diet theing I had a piece of coconut cream pie to boot. Like I said, I guess the diet starts tommorrow. Or maybe the day after that.   

Strikes Again. Two things run rampant in my family. On my dad's side it is Diabetes. On my mom's it is Cancer. Let me back up about 30 years, there was my sister and I and my cousin, all two years apart. All skinny as twigs but we all had diabetic parents (my dad and his two sisters, and I think maybe my gran too). Anyways I remember when my cousin was probably still in her young 20's and wore a size two or three and I maybe wore a size 4. Well then we grew up and got married and had kids. I would say that we were each around a hundred pounds before kids, and after kids neither one of us could regain an acceptable weight. Well, she did for a while but lately it has started to slip. "Balloon" as she put it. Mine has been a more constant gradual gain. She actually thought she might be pregnant as she had been tired and the like lately too. So she went to the doctor only to find out that she has inherited the family curse. She is diabetic. I feel so much for her because she told me of the diet and excercise regime she is on. But I know she is smart and will take it seroiusly. And I know that she will do it, if only for her daughter. I feel for her husband who will have to sit by and watch her go through this and I feel for her daughter who will likely have her mother taken from her way too early, in more ways than one. And, selfishly, I worry about me and what do I have to do to make sure this doesn't happen to me.   

On behalf of women everywhere, you have my full permission to go to my husband's blog and tell him off, tear a strip up & down or whatever you feel appropriate. You see, my friend is getting married in July. The plan is that we are leaving the kids behing and having a weekend to ourselves. So the issue came up of the birth control and whether or not I would have to screw with it to get the timing just right. So he gets out his cell phone and finds the calendar and starts counting off the weeks like this "7, 14, 21, Week of Hell. 7, 14, 21, Week of Hell. 7, 14, 21, Week of Hell."