WW Week 6

So in the middle of June I decided to start doing Weight Watchers again. It's the second time I've done the program, and the first time it worked really well for me. At the end, I had lost over 100 lbs. But after four years of college crap and lazing around, I've managed to put quite a bit back on (not all of it, mind you, not even close, but more than enough). So this time, my goal is to lose 50 lbs and get back to a smaller, not plus, size.

At first, it was really easy and I dropped 4 lbs almost immediately. Then, there were two rough weeks where I put back on 2 lbs, lost one, put on one, etc... Now I've been doing it for a little over six weeks and, by last Sunday, I had lost 8.6 lbs. Which is excellent, but it's definitely getting harder to keep on the diet. There's just so much GOOD food around that I can't eat, and sometimes, my body just can't take it. Plus, the one thing all my friends are good at is eating. We all enjoy cooking, sitting around with each other, and eating. Any time, any place. Also, not a good thing for my diet.

Luckily, one of my best friends is also doing WW so we try, emphasis TRY, to keep each other in check but sometimes we just help each other feel less guilty about pigging out. Haha. I started a blog on WW.com, but it didn't really workout. I felt silly just journeling about weight less, plus there is a WIDE range of people on there, but it's mostly older women with families and kids trying to lose TONS of weight. I felt, inferior. It's hard to be a girl in your early 20s that isn't thin, but it'll be worth it once I'm a girl in my mid 20s who is.

To work out or not to work out. That is the question. I just got back from work, I'm tired and I'm wondering whether the dancing I'll do tonight is enough of a workout. I'm thinking yes. Haha.

Until next time, Cheers!

Piddle Party of Two

So, this summer I am working at the Evansville Children's Museum downtown. Don't get my wrong, compared to my past jobs, this job is a piece of cake. It's inside, I get to play with kids, and really do not much else. Some days are harder than others, and today was one of THOSE days.

It started off with me stationed in Upper Quack, which is a room with a large duck-shaped jungle gym and a slide attached to it. There's also some ball launchers and various other ball activities. But the big thing is the slide and the duck. Well, I don't think I've said "Don't climb UP the slide" more times in my life than I had today. I even made one girl cry--tough shit, don't crawl up the slide. One nine month old was trying to climb up it, and of course her mother was treating CMoe like a daycare and wasn't watching her kid, so I had to pull her down THREE TIMES. I should have just let her kid get knocked in the face by a bigger kid flying down the slide.

Then down in Wet Deck, which is the water room, I was constantly yelling at kids to not climb on that, don't stand on that, blah blah blah. And, yet again, Keri Daycare was in session so I had to pull a little boy (approx 9 months) from the water dam river. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? His mom didn't even notice that he almost drowned. Then I had to keep yelling at these punk boys to quit throwing balls down from the third floor. And to top off that day, a little boy went up on the orange hump (where he's not suppose to climb anyways) and peed. Amen.

I do love kids, honestly I do, but days like this make me want to raise my child correctly and not leave them to the hands of someone else whenever I deem that I need a break. Kids nowadays are rude and misbehavers. Good thing it's only a summer job because I don't think I could take saving kids' lives while their parents text on their cell phones forever.

Moral of this day: Children's Museums are not daycares. (But if you want to drop me an extra $20 when you walk in my gallery, I may change my mind.)

Cheers!

Send Me to Wabash and Call Me a Sheep

Over the years, I've been a hit and miss blogger. I remember the cool thing to do in high school was to have a Xanga account, but that was silly adolescent bullshit. Then I tried blogging on other sites, but it never really clicked for me. So, here I am on blogspot, which seems to be the popular website of choice, trying to channel my inner blogger. I really got into blogging when I went away to Italy, so I'm hoping my upcoming changes and relocation to Denver will inspire something.

I guess we'll just have to wait and see.
Cheers.