Solo

Well, it's been like 4 days and I don't feel any differently. They promised immediate results which to my rational mind means next day weight loss regardless of binge eating at 10:30pm. Medifast, do it for me baby.

Yesterday I took the kids to Disneyland solo. I knew it was either going to be great and fun and full of wonderful memories or the worst idea in the histories of history. I had a few concerns, two toddlers, one potty training, the other teething, and the adult dieting..

A few moms in line asked me if I was alone. Two ladies were aghast that I would attempt it at all and one said she'd never do it. lol. But we had a great time! E didn't have an accident, Landon was happy, the weather cooperated, and we steered cleared of the big lines.

Success!

It dawned on me that I'm enjoying being with my kids. This may sound bad but it's true. That first year with Landon and the transition to two was hard for me and now it isn't. I've settled and so have they. E is more relaxed and happy, understandable, and Landon isn't as dependent. We laugh so much. We dance. E is helpful and kind to Landon, and we are making it work. Sure, they are still kids, but the truth is, this time is so good. 

I see the tangible need for me to be in a good place for them. The mood of the mom resonates within the house and through their very soul, driving the day to day. An ever present reminder to myself to keep my heart and soul in line with God, because when I'm with Him, I am always at my best.

Middle Aged.

I have never felt more middle aged than having to write this post. Bageezes, I despise those words, middle aged. Mercy. But even worse than those two words is having to couple them with the word diet. 

People! The metabolism has slowed, the meat has packed on, the chin has doubled, and the rolls have transferred from Landon to me. The time has come to do a drastic intervention but the first thing is admitting out loud that yes, I am middle aged and yes, I am on a diet.

Because all self control left when my kids were born, I am doing a plan from Medifast. (Don't click the link. Even the website screams middle aged women. So embarrassing.) But anyway, I know a few MOPS moms who had great results from committing to this plan, but I bought in to it because they provide all the meals, so no over eating, no snacking, no having to spend time on food prep for myself. Win win right?

Well, not exactly. The "food" is more like the worst thing you've ever eaten and you have to somehow down it six times a day...for a month. But I am COMMITTED because I want my jeans to fit again!

gross

Pray I can keep it up (SHAMEFUL TRUTH MOMENT --> the first night I was so hungry at 10:30pm I couldn't sleep so I went downstairs and ate three eggs, an avocado, and two pieces of toast with jam. CLEARLY NOT A GOOD START.) And that I don't kill my husband or kids when it's 4pm and I'm over it.

And guys, I know the masses want it, but there will be no before/after shot. lol. 

Wish me luck!

Landon, just because

My sweet, sweet boy. 15 months.

Easter

Thankful we have a photojournalist in the family. LOL.

2.0

We are in the middle of Potty Training 2.0, and I have hope that this time it'll stick. We are a week in and yesterday was the first one she went the entire day without a mishap. While she celebrated each one with a M&M, I celebrated with a sigh of relief. It's happening!

She is so so proud of herself. And was very excited to pick out some new panties today. As a subtle reminder to myself to not celebrate too early, as soon as we took this picture she pee'd all over poor Cinderella. I suppose we are all a work in progress in one way or another, right?