Hey thanks Karli!
I appreciate that!! I'll need all the well-wishes I can get on the paperwork, etc. build-up...
I am soooooo behind!!
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Adding to my previous post - have a bit more time on my hands this eve thanks to a rescheduled client call...
I'm REALLY looking forward to the break... the sheer volume of "busy-ness" & mindless clutter generated by 4 little kiddos at home 24/7 is really starting to get to me. Don't get me wrong - I am NOT "housekeeper of the year", and neither is Pauly, but it's getting outta hand.
Does it make me a giant weenie-head that I am literally
counting down the days until I get everyone in school/pre-k in August? My 7 year old will be in 2nd grade, my 5 year old will be in Kindergarten and I finally couldn't take the twins any more & enrolled them in a Christian K-3 program near Pauly's office in town to the tune of about $800 a month. Worth every penny, even if I have to take on additional clients to make it work. Call me sadistic, but I want photographic evidence of those two busy-buns being forced to sit in little chairs for extended periods of time
LOL They're so...
so.... umm....
THREE I
Loooove my babies...
LOVE EM... but you know what they say... "
How can I miss you if you don't go awaaaay!?!"
I remember when Ryland (
my oldest) wanted to ride the bus w/ her friends in Kindergarten (
we live in the country, so most kiddos do) and I insisted on driving her every day. It took me 3 months, but it finally dawned on me that this was free curb service & I
MIGHT just be able to let go on that point. I walked her to the end of the driveway every morning for the rest of the year & even welled up with tears the first few times I waved as they pulled off to the next house.
Now? T-minus 20 days, and counting...
I went on my yearly "
If Mama Ain't Happy, Ain't Nobody Happy" trip in June, and I *thought* that would help in the de-stressing dept., but it didn't. I ended up having to basically be-the-psych for one of my friends & it was really draining for me, so I don't feel like I had much of a break, except for the last couple of days at my GF Amy's place.
I'll be skipping the Chicago leg of the "tour" next year, I think...
So, long story even longer, I guess I'm looking at this FL trip as a "do-over" for my yearly break...
On another point, I ran into a fellow cheer mom from last season at the store this afternoon & she looked FANTASTIC... she HAD to have lost like 75-100 lbs or so! (
She's much shorter than I am, so it's hard for me to judge...) I asked her what on earth happened to her, and she said she'd had stomach surgery!
I told her I thought that was very brave of her (
being kind).... told her I was on MF and that it was going great for me, and maybe I'd be a diva-britches like her in a few months. She immediately went into the self-justification mode of trying to down "liquid diets" and that she was "just so overweight" that she didn't have a choice.
Translation: She didn't want to / didn't have the self-esteem to invest extra time & effort in herself. (
My opinion as a behaviorist - no slamming me, please! lol) BTDT myself, I know the difference, because I did the research on bariatric surgery, when I felt that hopeless... but eventually I sucked it up & dove in to MF after doing my homework.
No knifey 4 me, thanks...
Here's the kicker... I asked her if she had to eat special foods, or how did that work (
already knowing the answer) and she said her Dr. had prescribed some "special bariatric food" (
a brand I am familiar with, that is strikingly similar to the Medifast options, just WAY the heck more expensive & RX only) and that she'd been eating that for several months. I smiled, high-fived her, congratulated her, etc. & we went on about our respective ways...
So, basically, she underwent
very scary surgery just to do the same thing we're doing, only w/out the behavioral modification training via the books & the online support system here & at the Medifastdiet dot com site. ALL BECAUSE her Dr. allowed her to BUY INTO the fallacy that she didn't have the cahones to believe in herself and tough out the first few days... SAD.
What a racket...