The end is at hand.

I am at a loss.
So the diet is over and I am lighter by 6lbs. I should not be complaining but they do promise 10 to 17 lbs off in a week for the relative hell they make you go through. Okay it was not exactly hell, actually not that bad, and 6 lbs is not bad it is just different. I think the cut in calories wasn't bad because I don't need all the calories I was consuming to run after the kid. The meat days were fantastic but the rice days defied logic.

Yesterday I had maybe a cup of cooked brown rice, soup, and vegies, AND I GAINED a pound and a half. The vegies were carrots and zucchini, there is absolutely no way I should have gained, unless it was the meat days catching up to me.

So I think I will be trying the modified version of this diet, called 'Eating for one not three'. The only thing I will reliably miss is bread. The only craving I have had is bread. I watched my dad and my DH eat cake yesterday and all I wanted was that piece of sunflower bread in the fridge. Absolutely horrible.

Speaking of horrible I think my DH feels some guilt over not buying me pretty flowers. We tossed the tulips my mom got me for Easter yesterday and my Dad suggested I ask DH (when he got home) where are the new flowers. So here is our conversation practically word for word;
"So honey where are the flowers?"
"What flowers"
"For me."
"Huh?"
"Oh never mind, maybe next time."
"Stop badgering me about flowers! Why are you annoying me about some stupid flowers! Leave me alone! Stop asking me for flowers! Stop badgering!" (is badgering a word?)
Mind you, I haven't asked for flowers in over 2 months. The only reason he had to get upset over this is if he felt guilty that he never buys me flowers. And that is what a choose to believe. Now if only I could get the e-mail address of a good friend of his. I would be able to ask them to hint to DH to get me some flowers for mothers day, and maybe do something nice for me. I am way overdue for something nice (that doesn't involve the bedroom, not that I am complaining).

Have to go. Angie and family are coming soon. And if there is a human being for whom I will gladly forsake any diet it is Angie. I am so excited. I have to get us ready, set up cribs and all that jazz.

Love,
Me

Read This -Edited-

Please read this;
http://bloggingpoints.blogspot.com/2006/04/how-to-be-good-Christian-wife.html

I thought it was supposed to be a funny sort of thing but the woman is serious. So I guess according to her I am a whore, going to hell, a whore, a horrible wife and very likely making my family disfunctional. Oh and so are you!

I will now pretend she is not serious because it hurts my brain when I think there are women out there who believe in any of that crap.
Good night
Love,
Me

Edit
I have read some of the other posts by this woman and they are ridiculous. I sort of want to read what she has to say about raising girls just for the laugh. I am beginning to think that Anna is right and She is trying to be satirical, like a fake blog. She denies it but she is too ridiculous for a real human being. I can not reconcile her mouth and legs and likes with a good Christian wife. Makes my head hurt.
The children post about raising kids is a work of fine art really, in humor. Thanks Sveta for noticing. I esp. Love the preemptive spanking with hair brush in the morning. Ok no more!

Banana-mama

So yesterday was the dreaded banana day and it was good. Not a lot to eat but I still felt full. I did a little cheating and had some boiled shrimp that were going to go bad if I didn't cheat but I don't think it screwed anything up.
Today is beef and tomatoes I have not had any beef or tomato but I ate some broiled fish and water. I plan on eating the soup and having some chicken this afternoon and then maybe more chicken for dinner.
I am saving steak for tomorrow along with most of the tomatoes. Can't wait.
So far I am down by 6lbs in 4days, but I bet it is all water or something.
Maybe next week will be a modified diet week with at least one trip to the 'All you can eat' place to gain back the 6 lbs. Whish me luck
Love,
Me

Kill Me

Something is up with 'Blogger.com' so no pics this post.

Teacher of the Year has won! I am on the cabbage soup diet. I want to strangle my husband and cheat on the stupid diet. Teacher of the year lost 9lbs in 7 days and is absolutely thrilled. She thinks she looks skinnier and feels fantastic. I am not commenting on her looks, I think she is perfectly fine.
So this is day 3. Mixed vegies and fruits. It is actually not that horrible, but I am almost always hungry and that no calorie soup is awful! I can't stand to eat it more then once.
Tomorrow is the dreaded banana and skim milk day. Good thing V and I like bananas.
I am looking forward to the meat on day 5 and 6 but I don't think I will like the brown rice day.

Anyway have to vent here about my husband. He is great guy. He watches V when I ask him, he does things around the house (digging trenches and putting up fences) and is absolutely lovable. He is, however, a food snob. He wants to be fed 3 or 4 times a day but at the same time he refuses what is offered. Today he wanted me to make him a different breakfast because eggs and pasta with steak wasn't good enough. I got all mad, I am on a diet he could be a little more sensitive to that, and wanted to tell him off but when I walked in the room he was playing with V and I just lost all my anger. He was so sweet with V that I made him oatmeal on milk with brown sugar and butter. Artery clogging but good. V had his dad's breakfast for lunch, not the steak but the egg and pasta, with carrots and grapes.
So just wanted you all to know I am miserably hungry and I will update you how badly I crash when Angie, Hans, and Lukas come visit.
Love,
Me
P.S. Mrs AM thank you for the frog. I keep forgetting to tell you how much V enjoys it. He loves that thing. The bath has never been the same.
P.P.S Congrads to Miss EL on her promotion.

Operation

So I have my operation dates. June 7th is the pre-op, and June 29th is the surgery. The only tricky thing is that I have to get a referral from my primary care Dr. That is back-dated to march. Do Dr's even do that? Why is it not necessary to get a referral for the initial consultation and extremely important to get for surgery. I don't get it. I am a bit scared because I do not have a primary Dr, and don't even know where to begin looking for one, Boston or Bristol?
I texted a lot of my friends the date and everyone was excited, and I get that, it is a very good thing but I am scared. Absolutely terrified that I nowhave an appointment to be sliced open. Very scary.

In other news I met a girl and V met a boy. We met Nicole and her 18month old Gavin at a local park. We are in the infatuation stage right now, meeting every day and sneaking in messages during the night. All very exciting. In a few weeks, if this lasts, we will consider introducing our husbands. The little boy is very sweet, he loves sticks and hugs. They also have a wonderful dog that is wonderful with kids.
So far we have been to a Chinese place and McDonald, my kid is in junk food heaven, tomorrow is Chucky Cheese. My only consultation is that V eats an incredibly healthy breakfast and dinner, I try to limit is fat exposure during lunch, but now don't always succeed. I hope this thing develops into a friendship but it is hard. I am happy to be out and about but all this work is taking a toll on my back. I can barely move after lunch. V is very happy, and for him I am willing to put up with anything.
V loves going out. He will bring me my jacket, and his shoes, and his jacket, and then he will pull me to the stairs and scream. I usually get the hint right away, but I don't always feel like going outside at 7 am so we have some power struggles. He is currently winning.
On Tuesday DH slept in. We had to leave to make a playdate and said goodbye to daddy while daddy was in bed. When we got home DH was gone but because I put V

Operation

So I have my operation dates. June 7th is the pre-op, and June 29th is the surgery. The only tricky thing is that I have to get a referral from my primary care Dr. That is back-dated to march. Do Dr's even do that? Why is it not necessary to get a referral for the initial consultation and extremely important to get for surgery. I don't get it. I am a bit scared because I do not have a primary Dr, and don't even know where to begin looking for one, Boston or Bristol?
I texted a lot of my friends the date and everyone was excited, and I get that, it is a very good thing but I am scared. Absolutely terrified that I nowhave an appointment to be sliced open. Very scary.

In other news I met a girl and V met a boy. We met Nicole and her 18month old Gavin at a local park. We are in the infatuation stage right now, meeting every day and sneaking in messages during the night. All very exciting. In a few weeks, if this lasts, we will consider introducing our husbands. The little boy is very sweet, he loves sticks and hugs. They also have a wonderful dog that is wonderful with kids.
So far we have been to a Chinese place and McDonald, my kid is in junk food heaven, tomorrow is Chucky Cheese. My only consultation is that V eats an incredibly healthy breakfast and dinner, I try to limit is fat exposure during lunch, but now don't always succeed. I hope this thing develops into a friendship but it is hard. I am happy to be out and about but all this work is taking a toll on my back. I can barely move after lunch. V is very happy, and for him I am willing to put up with anything.
V loves going out. He will bring me my jacket, and his shoes, and his jacket, and then he will pull me to the stairs and scream. I usually get the hint right away, but I don't always feel like going outside at 7 am so we have some power struggles. He is currently winning.
On Tuesday DH slept in. We had to leave to make a playdate and said goodbye to daddy while daddy was in bed. When we got home DH was gone but because I put V down for a nap right away he did not realize this. When V woke up he headed for our bedroom and started looking for daddy. He looked under the covers, in both bedrooms, the guest room, and insisted on being taken to the basement. While he was looking V kept saying, 'daddy?' and holding up his hands in the 'where is he/it' sign. I explained that daddy had to work and V hasn't looked for him sense. I think form now on DH is going to have to put on a show before leaving so that we can avoid the searching.
I don't think I have told you this but V loves to play hide-and-seek with me. Out version of the game involves me chasing V into the kitchen and then running away to hide in the master bedroom. V runs into the room and the precedes to search all the regular corners until he finds me. It is incredibly cute and makes me and V so happy.

I am looking forward to the end of April. Angie and Hans and Lukas are coming to visit. Very Happy.
Damn it, I am so happy :)

Stop ME

My Son is a proud owner of the following things:
http://www.walmart.com/catalog/product.do?product_id=2481700
and
http://www.walmart.com/catalog/product.do?product_id=874288
also some undershirts and several small cars and a wshcloth of some sort.

SOMEBODY STOP ME!!!

In other news;
Teacher of the Year is on a new diet. It was 'designed' for overweight people getting ready for surgery. Basically it is a cabage soup diet. You make soup out of cabage, green pepers, green onions, salt, V-8 and leeks. That soup you can eat day and night in huge portions. Then the week goes a little like this;
day 1: All fruits except Banana
day 2: All Vegies except potato but you can have a baked potato as a reward.
day 3: Fruits and Veggies but no banana or potato
day 4: 8 Bananas with skim milk
day 5: 20oz of beef (can't fry any of the foods on any of the days)
day 6: 2-3 steaks with green vegies
day 7: brown rice
I am on the fence about this. Teacher of the year will not back off untill I try it, but she is going to test the waters of insanity. I am worried that this diet will lead to the worse yo-yo dieting our family has ever seen. SO....
Stop ME

Love,
Me

Hi

I don't even remember the last time I blogged.
V is getting over a cold that he picked up from the neighbor's kid. Here is how that went; WE played with child, next day child got sick, then V got sick, two days late I got sick, then grandpa got sick. Teacher of the Year never got sick because she has a rocking immune system that can take the stomach flu and turn it into two cramps (while the rest of us spend an unhealthy amount of time with the toilet). I know kids are supposed to get sick to build up their immune system but I am seriously considering not letting V come into contact with anymore children. The only exception to this rule would be baby Lukas and his soon-to-be baby sister.
I have lots of news to share.
DH has had the condition of residence removed from his greencard and can now apply for US citizenship. He is already practicing for that test thingie and knows more about this country then most Americans. He keeps asking me questions and hoping I will get something wrong but so far they have been easy questions. The interview for the removal of condition was yesterday and it was easy. It was easy because we are still married (98% of these type of things end after 2 yrs at least legally) and plan on staying married (98% never intended to stay married) and have a kid. For 16 months I have been telling DH that America will not kick him out because we have a kid to prove our commitment to each other. NO ONE would agree to a fake marriage AND a kid ... Right? This feels like a big boulder just fell off the pile of boulders we have been carrying.

The next boulder will be my back. I think Dr's are so scared of someone suing their pants off they have decided against saying anything. During our entire appointment he avoided my eyes and never said anything that would imply that he thought I should get surgery. He did imply that someone like me could get better if they decided on surgery. So a person like me wants to get surgery, and a person like me will receive a packet in the mail outlining the procedure, and then a person like me will call and make the appointment. I, however, will sit on my ass eating dark chocolate and harassing Angie into making a bunny cake.
Stay tuned.

DH claims that if I fix my back he will consider taking me and the spawn to Russia in the summer. I am all happy, except that I weigh 70lbs more now then I did when the people in Russia last saw me. So I am a bit apprehensive about this, considering I would be seeing an ex with his hot wife and child. I can, of course, blame 20lbs on steroids but the other 50lbs are completely and totally my achievement.
(I just saw 3 police cars drive by my window, very tempted to go look why)
Now I am going to go check the fridge, there is a chance something grew there overnight.
Love,
Me