Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
progress
Monday, December 14, 2009
my weight
I'm still not under 200, but I am getting close. I lost 3 lbs this week and have a total weight loss of 11 lbs. I am proud of myself. This last week was much harder than the week before. I missed one workout and ate some chips one night. So, I could have lost more, but sometimes you need a break and sometimes you need chips. Right? This week I have to be really good because our anniversary is Friday and we will be going out and I want to enjoy it. Keep drinking your water, eating fruits and vegetables, and exercise at least 3 times this week. Good luck!
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Monday, December 7, 2009
it's working
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Since Emily is always so good about quoting Adam online, I thought I'd follow her lead. (Actually, I'm doing this because I don't want to forget Quinny's quips and I keep forgetting to write them down.) Mind you, my Q has his father's quick wit...maybe not quite up to "par Adam" - but still laughable. Here you go...
A morning last week:
Quinn: I don't feel good.
Davis: Are you as sick as a dog?
Quinn: No, I'm as sick as a person. And not a cat either.
Last week we hired a man (Henry) to help us clean up the yard a bit.
Quinn (after dropping the kids off at school): Where are we going now? (Standard question)
Me: Home.
Quinn: Why?
Me: Henry is going to be doing the burn piles in the yard.
Quinn (with a very quizzical look): But he doesn't have any hands.
Me (laughing super hard at the mental image Quinny must have come up with of our dog Henry throwing sticks in the fire with his mouth): Not Henry the dog. Henry the person.
Quinn: Oh.
A morning last week:
Quinn: I don't feel good.
Davis: Are you as sick as a dog?
Quinn: No, I'm as sick as a person. And not a cat either.
Last week we hired a man (Henry) to help us clean up the yard a bit.
Quinn (after dropping the kids off at school): Where are we going now? (Standard question)
Me: Home.
Quinn: Why?
Me: Henry is going to be doing the burn piles in the yard.
Quinn (with a very quizzical look): But he doesn't have any hands.
Me (laughing super hard at the mental image Quinny must have come up with of our dog Henry throwing sticks in the fire with his mouth): Not Henry the dog. Henry the person.
Quinn: Oh.
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