Wednesday September 30, 2009

Let me set the scene.  It is September 30, 1999 (ok, so the date is approximate—within say… ohhh… 90 days or so).  I am pregnant with my ninth child.  As my waistline expands in anticipation of birth in March, so grows the number on the scale.  I remember the day (if not the date) well when I stood on the scale and the little metal weight went over the 220.  I sighed.  Yep.  What could a gal do?  It was very discouraging, but I was determined not to let it get the better of me.  A baby was worth it.

Ten years later (or thereabouts), I wake up and stumble into the bathroom.  I call for a towel as I strip for a shower (suddenly this blog got R rated or something.  Eek!).  Sir Weighty gallantly averts his eyes while I dutifully stand on his white surface.  Yawning, I look down.  I blink.  I shake my head.  I look down again.  When what to my wondering eyes should appear, but 219.8 and without reindeer!  (I’m a bit obsessed with Santa right now.  Blame Authonomy).

Life is good.  I’ve seen the other side of 220 for the first time in at least a decade.  I am happified.

Today’s work…

My Bedroom

• · Rotate mattress
• Change sheets
• Dust shelves
• Fix shelf
• Clean out the dump ground
• · Sweep floor
• · Empty trash
• Mop
• Wash inside windows
• Clean closet floor
• Scrub door and doorjambs

I also did work in there that wasn’t on the list.  Once I got in the room, I found lots of things to do.  I also did maintenance in the bathroom, kitchen, living room… just none of the “big things”

I also took a ¾ mile walk or so.

Food wise, I had

Chicken salad

Steak, mashed potatoes, green beans

Oreos & milk.

So all in all, successful day.  I only burned about 600 extra calories, but every calorie counts!