retirement?

I have been doing such a poor job as a 'blogger' lately.  I've been contemplating retirement.  Although, this blog is mostly my outlet and the Angel's blog is to keep up with the boys.  If you read that one you may assume they have been sleeping or twiddling their thumbs since Sept. 2nd...the last time I posted.  My goal is to do an update post--with pictures--on each of the boys.  I'm going to beg my wonderful husband to get some pictures of them with his camera phone.  Our small camera got 'picked up' by someone out in a village back in September and our video camera, that also takes photos, is more difficult for me to use.  This is for sure another instance where my laziness shines through.  But I'm making this a goal.  Cause really I've been doing that blog for almost 5 years, and I want to keep it up.

Minutes after my last post here I took off for the rest of the week for a super challenging language class in KM.  It hurt my brain.  Quite a bit, actually.  But I made it through, felt challenged, and was able to scoop up my brain soup and make complete sentences once again.  While I was there I did my best to watch calories and even did my walking video two mornings before class started.  I came away losing another pound.  Last week I did my normal Monday exercise (walking to the market and back--it ends up being 40 minutes total and on the way back i'm keeping up pace while lugging groceries) but by that evening my back was aching.  In order not to have it turn into a complete sciatic mess I rested the rest of the week and watched my calories.  I stayed about the same but I really think the 'dieting break' will keep me from plateauing too quickly. 

This week I'm back in full swing with exercise (I did yoga this afternoon to make sure my back could handle activity again--so far so good), careful calorie intake, no sweets and really watching my water intake.  I'm really hoping to have a great week.  I am ONE pound away from my first really big goal.  Oh, how I hope I can reach it by next week.  This weekend two of my friends told me that their husbands asked if I was losing weight...now that was encouraging.  Not in any way because I want their husbands to notice me like that (that part is actually a little embarrassing) but because we all know how most men don't pay attention to stuff like that.  Or at all.  I'm happy enough when my own husband notices my weight loss.  But for it to become noticeable by those who don't know I'm actually trying, that encourages me to keep going strong!  Kinda makes me want to give myself a Julian style high five--if you don't know what that is then you need to watch a few episodes back of One Tree Hill.

Also, for the first time in my dieting life--maybe 15+ years now???--I am for real using a food scale.  I got a digital one brought to me in September and it is making a huge difference.  Stan laughs at me weighing my morning oatmeal and my dinner.  All I've got to say is laugh away Stan, laugh away.  I'll be the one laughing myself all the way back into my clothes!

OK, enough for now.