Aspirations

Thinking back over my life and what I have accomplished, I think I have done pretty good, but there is still one thing that I would like to do. Of course, some people would laugh at my one goal, but it is my goal. Of course, lately I don't seem to be anywhere near accomplishing it, and it is getting frustrating!

Day 3

Today is the third day of my starting over on WW. The first two days have been great, and when I weighed today I was down 2 lbs. from last week (3 lbs. from Monday though, but I weigh in on Wed., so that is unofficial.)

My main goal with my weight loss is to be able to shop anywhere I want and not have to buy 'women's sizes' or 'plus sizes.' I am barely there in my clothes, but I want more; I want to be down several more sizes. Another one of my goals is to go back to school in Aug. weighing less than I did when I left in May. I am up 4 lbs. from then, but I am up 6.5 lbs. from my lowest weigh in.

So, I guess it is really not as bad as I thought, but I am not going to fall vicitm to being compliant with my weight. This is something that I have to work on, and work on it I will.

Identity Crisis

Okay, today was just too funny -- my children suffered a "brief" identity crisis. Well, they are twins and know that they are twins. They are five; so, of course, they realize they are twins. Today at McD, they were playing on the playground area and there were these two boys with matching shirts on. Not sure exactly how the "disagreement" started, but what I heard was:

"no, you are not twins."
"yes, we are"
"well, if you are twins, you should be wearing matching shirts. So you are not twins."

On the way home, B turns to me so seriously and asks, "Mommy, are we twins?" For a brief moment, he doubted himself because of another child.

Wanted: A Moment of Silence

Isn't it just amazing how when you think things are going to work out wonderful and the day is going to be great, you just happen to say one thing that sets off the stream of questions.

Why won't I ever learn that B can never accept things at face value; he always has to ask questions. And not just one question, but a series of questions. Why? Why not? Well, where? Why are they doing this? Why? Why? Why?

urgh!!! At times I just want to lose it, but I know that I need to maintain my sanity and realize that this is how he is learning, but how am I supposed to know the reason behind what everyone else does. Why does A do something? I don't know; she is sitting right there ask her! Of course, once he is older, I will miss his questioning. And I will want to know what he is thinking, but for now, a moment of silence would be nice.