Hopefully you've filled out your form....for your picks to win
Cause I have!!
Odd tradition in our house. My mom prints all the forms so we can put our pics in. Then whoever wins, Daddy busy a prize.
If Daddy wins, he buys his own prize. Sucks to be Daddy.
And who's my pick for Best picture??
Avatar of course. Was close though. Between that and Hurt locker. Both fantastic movies.
Better go grab my class of wine, and get comfy on the couch, and get ready for Steve Martin and Alec Baldwin.....this should be interesting!
Cause I have!!
Odd tradition in our house. My mom prints all the forms so we can put our pics in. Then whoever wins, Daddy busy a prize.
If Daddy wins, he buys his own prize. Sucks to be Daddy.
And who's my pick for Best picture??
Avatar of course. Was close though. Between that and Hurt locker. Both fantastic movies.
Better go grab my class of wine, and get comfy on the couch, and get ready for Steve Martin and Alec Baldwin.....this should be interesting!
....and I just found this out today, when I left Tanya's house covered in Hives.
Not pretty.
My eyes are so puffy right now, and I cannot stop sneezing.
But it was a cute freaking bunny.
You can see the pretty easter coloured ones on the M.E. fan page but I was in a black and white mood today, so here are some other favourites...
Not pretty.
My eyes are so puffy right now, and I cannot stop sneezing.
But it was a cute freaking bunny.
You can see the pretty easter coloured ones on the M.E. fan page but I was in a black and white mood today, so here are some other favourites...
She doesn't do much. She doesn't go to the gym like she should, or cook or clean like she should. She works, and then comes home and tries to sleep.
While she's sleeping daddy 'watches' me. He lets me make a mess of my face while I eat. Then lets me run around with no shirt on.
Mostly he's just lazy and doesn't feel like giving me a bath yet. That's okay, because I found my new favorite thing to do. Empty the tissue box.
Mommy gets really excited when she comes downstairs and sees tissue everywhere. She gives daddy, which makes him laugh.
And then I get hugs, because he's so proud of all the tissue decorating I did!
After my bath I get more play time, and daddy lets me climb into my toy boxes. He thinks it funny. Mommy, not so much.
Since I had to make room to fit in the toy boxes, daddy and I just dump all the toys on the floor. But I've heard Mommy say she has nothing better to do with her time, other than pick up after kids, so I figure she'd be happy.
Daddy time is fun.
While she's sleeping daddy 'watches' me. He lets me make a mess of my face while I eat. Then lets me run around with no shirt on.
Mostly he's just lazy and doesn't feel like giving me a bath yet. That's okay, because I found my new favorite thing to do. Empty the tissue box.
Mommy gets really excited when she comes downstairs and sees tissue everywhere. She gives daddy, which makes him laugh.
And then I get hugs, because he's so proud of all the tissue decorating I did!
After my bath I get more play time, and daddy lets me climb into my toy boxes. He thinks it funny. Mommy, not so much.
Since I had to make room to fit in the toy boxes, daddy and I just dump all the toys on the floor. But I've heard Mommy say she has nothing better to do with her time, other than pick up after kids, so I figure she'd be happy.
Daddy time is fun.
As most of you know, I didn't win. Actually didn't come close. Angela lost a whopping 36lbs!!! She won, and I'm so, so, so happy for her.
I'm thrilled for all the ladies actually. We all tried our hardest (except for me the second last week) and we all lost a ton of inches. Which is fab.
I only lost 20lbs, but I did lose 22inches, which I still can't believe. It's made me really think about actual pounds more and more. Like I've said before, I really wanted to be down 75lbs for my Birthday. I'm now thinking in terms of inches, and clothing size. I'd like to be down at least another 22 inches by my birthday. That's another 2 feet off my body.
I can tell I'm gaining muscle. The amount I can press in my legs is disgusting, I can compete with boys. My upper body is getting stronger. I had no upper body strength what-so-ever when I started this contest. I can now do chin ups on that machine I hate so much, and pull ups on that bar that rips my hand to shreds.
Now here is the scary part. We're on our own. No more training appointments. I don't 'have' to be at the gym. There is no accountability. I have to go for myself. Which I know I have to do. Just will I do it? Several times over the 8 weeks, after a day of sick kids, or driving in CRAPPY weather, or a shitty day at work, I thought to myself "just go home and have a glass of wine and go to bed - screw the gym". But I didn't. I went. And for the most part felt better for doing so.
But will I continue to do that? Once the novelty has worn off? God I hope so.
I'm trying to start Weight Watchers at work so I can weigh-in somewhere weekly. I have to continue doing this. Weighing in a home is totally different. I can fib the numbers. (and I would).
But until Weigh Watchers starts, a group of us my office have started a club where we'll meet on Friday mornings and weigh-in. I'm excited about this. Motivation within the office:)
I wanted to thank all of my friends and family who cheered me on, and for all their kind words today on my facebook status. It's what keeps me motivated. I'm so lucky.
Big shout out to Becca for being a huge supporter.
To Jessie, Sue, Shelby and Susan at work. Thank you for decorating my desk today and for my 'treats'. Love you guys.
Thank you to Nyrton. I love to hate you. I will haunt you in death.
To my daughters who motivate me, so I can keep up with them and for saying 'stick with it, you'll be pretty soon!'
To Nick for picking up the slack. And smacking my ass even though it's sore (jerk)
To Tanya for watching my kids at night with little to know notice "I have to get to the gym and Nicks not home yet:S!!!"
And to my Mommy and Daddy. Just because.
Love ya'll.
xo
I'm thrilled for all the ladies actually. We all tried our hardest (except for me the second last week) and we all lost a ton of inches. Which is fab.
I only lost 20lbs, but I did lose 22inches, which I still can't believe. It's made me really think about actual pounds more and more. Like I've said before, I really wanted to be down 75lbs for my Birthday. I'm now thinking in terms of inches, and clothing size. I'd like to be down at least another 22 inches by my birthday. That's another 2 feet off my body.
I can tell I'm gaining muscle. The amount I can press in my legs is disgusting, I can compete with boys. My upper body is getting stronger. I had no upper body strength what-so-ever when I started this contest. I can now do chin ups on that machine I hate so much, and pull ups on that bar that rips my hand to shreds.
Now here is the scary part. We're on our own. No more training appointments. I don't 'have' to be at the gym. There is no accountability. I have to go for myself. Which I know I have to do. Just will I do it? Several times over the 8 weeks, after a day of sick kids, or driving in CRAPPY weather, or a shitty day at work, I thought to myself "just go home and have a glass of wine and go to bed - screw the gym". But I didn't. I went. And for the most part felt better for doing so.
But will I continue to do that? Once the novelty has worn off? God I hope so.
I'm trying to start Weight Watchers at work so I can weigh-in somewhere weekly. I have to continue doing this. Weighing in a home is totally different. I can fib the numbers. (and I would).
But until Weigh Watchers starts, a group of us my office have started a club where we'll meet on Friday mornings and weigh-in. I'm excited about this. Motivation within the office:)
I wanted to thank all of my friends and family who cheered me on, and for all their kind words today on my facebook status. It's what keeps me motivated. I'm so lucky.
Big shout out to Becca for being a huge supporter.
To Jessie, Sue, Shelby and Susan at work. Thank you for decorating my desk today and for my 'treats'. Love you guys.
Thank you to Nyrton. I love to hate you. I will haunt you in death.
To my daughters who motivate me, so I can keep up with them and for saying 'stick with it, you'll be pretty soon!'
To Nick for picking up the slack. And smacking my ass even though it's sore (jerk)
To Tanya for watching my kids at night with little to know notice "I have to get to the gym and Nicks not home yet:S!!!"
And to my Mommy and Daddy. Just because.
Love ya'll.
xo
