Moxie issued a challenge, and by golly, I'm a sucker for a challenge. The goal is to do 3 good-for-you things for 60 days, starting tomorrow. It took me about a week to decide on mine, but here they are:
1. Take my supplements (multivitamin, Omega-3s, L-Lysine, Cal/Mag) every day.
2. Drink 64 ounces of water every day.
3. Start each day with strengthening/toning exercises. I'll be doing some of the moves featured in this post from Seattle Mom Blogs.
It's kind of like Lent, only without religion. And there's no fasting. And it's longer. OK, it's not anything at all like Lent.
Anyway, how long do you think I'll last? If I can make it through March, 20 bucks says I go all the way.
Reasons #1,298 and #1,299 Why I'm Not Thin Anymore
I like to cook. Even when I lived alone, I enjoyed cooking for my friends and I often threw little dinner parties just so I would have a good excuse to get my hands dirty in the kitchen. Then, I went on to marry a man who eats only to stop the hunger pangs. Figures.
That's OK. I keep on cooking, and the fact that the Mr. pays little attention to the taste of our meals does not diminish my joy for trying new recipes and techniques. Besides, I think Al may have inherited my taste for food, so at least someone around here will appreciate my kitchen projects.
To be fair, the Mr. is not completely without gastronomic sense. He will put away most of these from-scratch chocolate chunk pecan cookies. However, I predict that the pizza will be one of those mere hunger-enders. Especially when he realizes that it's meatless and on a whole wheat crust.
Apparently, it is way easier to set up a domain than it is to simply update a blog. For me, anyway.
Al and I skipped school today. We'd both been feeling a little icky over the weekend with stuffy heads and body aches and headaches, and while we both probably would have been just fine to go to our schools today, we just weren't feeling it. Instead, we spent the morning on the couch watching Jose Eber open a new salon in Vegas on the Fine Living channel, and then a marathon of DVRed Wiggles. That boy loves him some Wiggles, and I'm pretty skilled at blocking them out while I doze.
There was considerable less blood shed this time. He sat at the kitchen table with a couple of suckers, "pop" (soda), and The Wiggles (that's right--more Anthony, more Greg, more Murray, and more Jeff) on YouTube. I am not one bit ashamed of bribing my kid with sugar and dancing men in order to pull off a much needed haircut.
Honestly, I wish that Al could rock the long hair (see: Sweet Babboo). I love, LOVE, LUHVE long hair on guys and boys. But, alas, he has none of the wave or curls that toddler hair needs in order to pull it off. Instead, once his stick-straight hair grows beyond a certain point, he doesn't look hip, he just looks like he needs a haircut in a bad way.
Yesterday:
Today: Yes, he's wearing shorts and sandals in February. Don't hate us, because it will be freezing tomorrow, I'm sure.
