walk!

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Okay so I lost a pound or something and I credit that to WALK at HOME ... once again Leslie Sansone DVD's have done wonders at a. keeping my attention and b. tightening me up.
If I haven't actually lost any weight, I am for sure firming up.
So Mr. C's birthday is the 29th &  I busted my booty today to try and get together a party. The kids are going to be out of town on the actual day and it did not seem like a problem until one or two of the boys looked at me and in no particular order uttered the words "So, is C. actually going to have a birthday party or what?"
Ouch. Oh my poor heart. Little fella of course. I was thinking party later. But now, party now. Party Tomorrow. Party Monday. Woo hoo. Party harty.

I spent the morning convinced today was Sunday. This did not matter for most of the morning. But since they're going out of town Weds. and according to their dad I was supposed to have them Tuesday, in my brain-planner, I figured I could plan/fetch party stuff Monday for Tuesday. So, then, I sent a little email reminding someone, I wanted the boys on Tues like he said a few months ago that I could. And I got a phone call. Blah blah blah. So now I can't because certain somebodies made some plans that in somejerk's mind superceded the plans we had already made but I could have them Monday till 4. Of course I got a little freaked out because no, I had not planned on searching out party stuff for Tomorrow/Monday. Even though tomorrow is actually Sunday.

.J. and the little boys bugged out of the house early on into that argument, while I was explaining to my ex that no, I did not understand. It was a good phone call, for a very bad phone call. I was very calm.

Then I went in the bathroom and cut my own bangs.

Well Sunday is now, actually but at the time, it was really Saturday all that time but I think something is wrong with my brain. I thought for sure it was already Sunday. This feeling of panic was not helped by the huge misunderstanding/craptastic annoying ex-inlaws/bunch of bullshit/annoying argument on the phone.

Meanwhile, J and the boys spent the afternoon at our friend's pool, posed for photos on J's bike, and had an all around good ol' time shooting the potato gun, having driving lessons on the golf car, and flirting with skinny tan women in bikinis.

I on the other hand ran around town and gathered up a ukulele, a cake, some ice cream, and guarantee'd I'd screw up this week in the history of my healthy diet (already) by purchasing some kind of fried-ish jalepeno enfused cream cheese thingys that I obviously had no business putting in my grocery cart. Which is bad.bad.bad.bad.bad.

Why do I do this.
I will never again buy unhealthy party food because I always eat it.

Oh and then to make matters worse I was driving around earlier today, after the shopping, and after wrapping the presents, decorating the tape setting the table, dressing up in heels and lipstick for a party I had just decided to have that very day, and then later deciding we could have tomorrow or Monday (because, surprise, it only Saturday!) and after going to drop the doggie off at my friend's, beg off of Mr. Teenager having to mow said friend's yard tonight (we can do it tomorrow I guess) ............um where was I going with this? Oh, we ended up at the other friend's. I really enjoyed myself tonight, but not in the pool, just walking around with a beer or three in my hand, watching the kids drive the golf car, and eventually coming home hours later and consuming part of my whole week's worth of special expendable weekly points not only on that stupid bunch of crappy beer calories but the rest of it on the stupid jalepeno snacky thingies. Which tonight I ate like, three or four servings. Yes I did. A while ago. UGH. 

I do hereby solemnly swear to have only the tiniest sliver of cake while celebrificating my youngest's birthday... To walk three miles a day for the next five days. Because no, I did not walk today. But yesterday I did totally clean, move the boys' beds, supervise their sweet little darling selves doing part of the cleaning. And yesterday (I think it was yesterday!) when I was walking 4 miles, that third mile just about kicked my butt. Which means I have to practice going past the second mile. Three miles will be great.

I'm thinking, since I did earn quite a few activity points last week, and I sure didn't use them all, possibly all is not lost, but I do have the psychological impact... in my head, and on my informational chart, I have only about 9 more weekly points. I had 17 activity points left over last week, so even though technically they do not roll over, I still should be okay. Because I am going to be so good this week.
And from now on, the festive party food will just have to be celery sticks and carrot babies.

Also, I have a bug bite on my upper inner thigh (still on my leg, noplace gross) and the red mark around it is the size of my hand. And, there is a giant purple bruise too, right inside the redness of the bug bite, which I think I got maneuvering around in the boyzie's room because I had the mattresses up, I moved the headboards up against the same wall, and was trying to get around to fetch the vacuum cleaner, which of course I had in the corner behind the mattresses. I swear I will never ever go outside again because I always get bit by evil disgusting bugs that love the waistband of my underpants. And then it looks like I'm scratching my 'nads all week. Nope, I'm not scratching my nuts. Just bug bites. Driving me nuts.