A Day In The Life of The Haiti Lady: The Diet..UGH

Sunday, October 21, 2007

The Diet..UGH

Ok. I have yet to say that I am on a diet....I am going for the lifestyle change instead of diet...easier on the mind and body :-)
So far, I have lost 18lbs. I have noticed, hubby has noticed, not many others mention it other than they see me all over the neighborhood with my Mp3 and tennies walking all over the place. I can go as far as 4 miles, but I pay for it the next day with leg cramps and a swollen right ankle. Every since I dislocated all my toes on the right foot by kicking my coffee table my foot has NEVER been the same. Anyhoo....I pay for it dearly so I decided to stay safer with the 3 mile walk instead...still have pain, but that extra mile kills. :-P I have started to count calories just to see how many I am eating, and I am staying in a pretty good area for weight loss. I have cut out a lot of things and find that I don't miss them as much now that I have gotten over the withdrawls.
I will post progress later...maybe I will post a photo of me in my bikini....HEHEHEHEHE
OK....now that you have all left to vomit, I will say KIDDING!!!!
Blessings

1 comment:

Amy Brownell said...: Get a good ice pack and keep up the good work!!! Awesome! Hmm, I wonder why you kicked your coffee table... ;P

Love,
Amy; 10:12 AM

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We Are Responsible

We are responsible for children who put chocolate fingers everywhere,
who like to be tickled,
who stomp in puddles and ruin their pants,
who sneak Popsicles before supper,
who erase holes in math workbooks,
who can never find their shoes.
And we are responsible for those who stare at photographers from behind barbed wires,
who can't bound down the street in a new pair of sneakers, who never "counted potatoes",
who are born in places we wouldn't be caught dead,
who never got to the circus,
who live in an x-rated world.
We are responsible for children
who give us sticky kisses and fistfuls of dandelions,
who sleep with the dog and bury goldfish,
who hug us in a hurry and forget their lunch money,
who cover themselves with Band-Aids and sing off-key,
who squeeze toothpaste all over the sink,
who slurp their soup.
And we are responsible for those who never get dessert,
who have no safe blanket to drag behind them,
who watch their parents watch them die,
who can't find any bread to steal,
who don't have any rooms to clean up,
whose pictures aren't on anybody's dresser,
whose monsters are real.
We are responsible for children who spend all their allowance before Tuesday,
who throw tantrums in the grocery store and pick at their food,
who like ghost stories,
who shove dirty clothes under the bed ,
and never rinse the tub,
who get visits from the tooth fairy,
who don't like to be kissed in front of the carpool,
who squirm in church and scream in the phone,
whose tears we sometimes laugh at and
whose smiles can make us cry.
And we are responsible for those whose nightmares come in the daytime,
who will eat anything,
who have never seen a dentist,
who aren't spoiled by anybody,
who go to bed hungry and cry themselves to sleep,
who live and move, but have no being.
We are responsible for children who want to be carried, and for those who must be...
For those we never give up on,
and for those who don't get a second chance.
For those we smother... and for those who will grab the hand of anybody kind enough to offer it.
~Ina Hughes