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Wednesday, April 16^th, 2008 12:44pm

Daily Stats:

Weight:124-128 (depending on scale and water retention),

Diet Cokes: 1 L ,

Exercise: soon……

Days left until I have to wear a bikini in front of 8 other women that have never had their uterus expand to fit a human being in it: 15

Alcohol Cravings: 3

I have way too many activities planned for the summer that I am required to look hot for. Beach party weekends, Vegas vacations, wine festivals and more. I have to get serious about my body if I want to enjoy myself at these events instead of spending the entire time obsessing over the fat rolls that are lopping over my bathing suit and praying to god that no one will notice that I am wearing a double padded push up bra in Vegas (last time I did that, my padding came out and a man on the dance floor handed it to me). I have no delusions of grandeur. I’m not expecting rock hard abs and a butt and breasts that stand up on their own, but is it too much to ask for legs that don’t wobble when I walk? Here’s the drill. 3 small meals before noon consisting of: fruit, dairy and healthy carbs. 2-3 small meals before 6 consisting of protein and veggies. Strength training exercise when the kids go down for a nap, and a 3 mile walk when John gets home from work. All of this paired with water and diet coke. Oh, except for Margarita Thursday’s with Andrea, (hey, even God took a day off). So, I’m on day two of this diet/exercise plan and I have already missed my walk yesterday (due to bad weather, which is no excuse, I have access to a 24 hour a day treadmill) but my eating has been good:

Day 1

Breakfast: 1 bowl of Special K, water

Snack: 6 Crackers and peanut butter, diet coke

Lunch: Lean Cuisine, water

****lower body exercise 10 min*****

Snack: 6 slices of turkey Bacon wrapped in lettuce and tomato, diet coke

Dinner: ½ cup of 2% cottages cheese topped with tomatos, water

Day 2 (so far)

Breakfast: 1 bowl of Special K, 5 strawberries, water

Snack: Cheddar cheese stick, 8 triscuits, diet coke

Lunch: Lean cuisine, dehydrated apple crisps, water

Sunday April 6, 2008
Clean up, clean up, everybody everywhere, clean up, clean up, everybody do your share!

, I asked my Mommy bloggers this week to write about bizarre pregnant behavior, and then I got to thinking that I had some pretty interesting pregnant behavior myself, so here it goes:

I myself am no stranger to bizarre regular behavior, therefore pregnancy introduced a whole different level of neurosis for me. Growing up I was never a particularly organized or clean person, but that all changed when I got pregnant with Isabelle. I never experienced morning sickness, or bitchiness, but boy did I ever experience nesting! Alphabetizing was my drug of choice. I had no control over my expanding waistline, bustline or my then deteriorating first marriage but by God, I had control over my Cds, DVD’s, Books, and kitchen cupboards. I spent the better part of nine months organizing and re-organizing, and then re-organizing again. Once Isabelle was born my nesting instinct, like my breasts, only got bigger. By the time I was three months pregnant with Garrett, I had a fit and refused to live in our apartment until John shampooed the carpets. Now that Garrett is 18 months old, my nesting instincts shows no signs of slowing down. I’ve actually passed my obsessive compulsive disorder (Lets be honest here, I cant call it a nesting instinct now that I’m well past post partum) along to my children. When Isabelle used to throw fits about the corners of her beach towel being folded over, and her pillows not being aligned on her bed properly, I would blame her behavior on my ex-husband. “She must get this from her biological father,” I would say to myself and to onlookers who had never met a two year old that noticed, much less cared, about the positioning of beach towels and pillows, “He had a lot of anxiety problems, it must be hereditary.” I was very satisfied with this explanation (after all, I love the opportunity to pass any sort of blame that I possibly can on my ex-husband), until Garrett came along.

As all avid Barney watching Moms know, the best way to get kids to clean up is to sing “The Clean Up Song.” My kids and my daycare kids respond well to this little melody; and as you can imagine, with 4 kids under the age of three running around my 1300 square foot home we are required to sing “The Clean Up Song” several times a day. This was the first song Garrett learned to sing. So it quickly became his own personal theme song, or creed, if you will. About a month ago after watching Garrett through a fit about me not whipping the trash can lid before replacing the trash bag liner back in the trash can, I had an epiphany. Garrett couldn’t have possibly gotten OCD from my ex-husband because he was created from mine and Johns DNA, John couldn’t care less about the cleanliness of the house which only leaves one person to point the finger at…me. Almost immediately memories of Isabelle’s obsessive behavior came flooding back. All that time, all those fits about disorder were my fault. Why couldn’t my children have just inherited some of my better traits like crooked teeth and frizzy hair?