MommyWeighLess

It has been seven weeks since John passed. Seven weeks that feel more like ten years. Only seven weeks. In that short amount of time so much has happened, and so much has changed. It has only been seven weeks since I held John last, but it feels like I never got the chance to hold him at all. It scares me to realize just how quickly we moved on. Not in the sense that we have left our baby behind, but more like we just went on with life. Almost as if he had never been here. And it happened so quickly. I think about him constantly, I know we all do. But it is like he is this little shadow in the past. Was here, but never really here. I don't know how to put into words the feeling I have when I think about him being gone. Heartbroken. Confused. But there is this other feeling I can't shake. This feeling like every day we don't have him, is one day further away from his existence. I know he was real. I know he existed. I bear the pain of his loss. I held his squis...

Okay...so no...not really.. But wait! There's more! Alright...okay...so I have nothing other than the same old to offer when it comes to weight loss advice.. Buuuuuuuutt... I have lost almost 24 pounds in 3 months and I have only changed a couple of things. Well more like several things, but only a couple that pertain to what goes in my mouth (I'm talking food here for the pervs!!!) Back in October my son Evan, just turning 2 at the time, broke the only scale we had in our home. I threw it in the trash and it was just never a need, so I didn't buy a new one. I also thought what good does it do to step on a scale every morning when I know the numbers won't change, because I am doing nothing to change them. I was eating like crap, treating my body like crap, and really was a poor example of health to my children at the time. To Read My Excuses Look Below Or Bypass To The Next Paragraph: 1) I was being lazy . 2) The husband and I were struggling financially a...

Like I mentioned the other day, I am spoiled. Completely and utterly so. I can be smelled for miles around. There are a select few men in my life that can be held accountable for it all. The other day I wrote to tell you about one of the greatest men in my life: my dad . He was the perfect example to my sisters and I, in how we should expect a man to treat us. He has always loved and respected my mother, and taught us to expect nothing less from other men in our lives. He made a point to make sure that we were raised to be independent and head strong women, that could also accept the kindness of men. When I brought Dustin home to meet my father for the first time almost nine years ago, I was more nervous than he was, I think. My dad is a good judge of character, and he usually pegged our boyfriends for whom they were, whether it was good or bad. The couple of guys I brought home prior to Dustin were not well received by dad, and while his opinion didn't make my decision ...

My Grandmother In Law invited me to a cookie party this weekend in lieu of the approaching holiday. The rules to attend are that you have to bake and bring three dozen homemade cookies.  And in return you will leave with three dozen of everyone else's cookies. Why me? Why why why why? I love my sweets, and I have done so well to avoid them. I have found a couple of healthier cookie options and I'm going to test them out today and tomorrow. If they turn out okay I will definitely share. The kids and I getting sick this week was almost a blessing in disguise. I haven't had much of an appetite and I will be able to enjoy a few treats without destroying all my progress these past two weeks.  That progress would be a five pound loss! Whoop! Happy Thursday y'all!