Dreaming.In.Reality

or at least thinner. I’m fat and I’m quite tired of it. Like WAY tired of it. I’ve always had contempt for my body shape but I’m pretty much in the “I freaking hate the way I look” range now.

My mommy group I belong to is doing a weight loss challenge. We basically have November 1st to April 1st to be the biggest loser (by %loss not #loss). I’ve started to formulate a battle plan, I have workout partners for at the gym and outside of the gym. I’ve got a co-worker going along with the time line with me just for the fun of it as she’d like to be in better shape. I really don’t care about the money (but it’s currently a good amount*L*), but more of just having the motivation and the support as I struggle along, not to mention the ass kicking if I slack off.

I have the normal tools at my hands, FitDay and the knowledge of good eating. It’s just applying that knowledge with the food/exercise tracker. I’m hitting Curves 3x a week minimum after work again and I plan on walking everyday with Lucien until the weather gets too cold and then I’ll be trekking the mall I guess. I’ve got some exercise DVDs I can work with as well for change. I haven’t really set a goal yet, I need to sit down with FitDay and see what I could reasonably accomplish in the next 5 months.

Stay tuned I guess for progression updates. For some of you that are members you’ll be lucky enough to be let in on the super skeery entries, you know, the ones where I’m brutally honest and share numbers and photos and things.

of baby talk because I have yet to see one suggestion about NaBloPoMo entries. Either that or no one reads this anymore -lol-

I spent the weekend in Toronto, ok one night/one day but it was super fun. I met up with a friend who lives on the other side of Toronto for some shopping and a craft show. Well, we went shopping and never made it to the craft show. We decided to drive around a bit, and then discovered part of the Canadian Exhibition Centre had a giant haunted house type thing set up. It was like 5 haunted houses, some carnival rides, games, a maze, food. We enjoyed having the pants scared off us. Well, more Amy scared than I. I will admit to a few times of being startled and screaming, but I spent most of it cackling nervously and dragging Amy through the dark while she clutched to my hand.

We stayed in this old hotel downtown. It seemed pretty classy and full of history. Well, history it had -lol- The room was a bit dingy, we got shafted with a smoking room due to being booked full (how I have no idea at this point). The wall paper was singed in some spots, the parts that were painted had so much paint slathered on that it was peeling off. If I didn’t recognize the carpet and central staircase I’d say it wasn’t the same building they took photos of. The images have to be from the “mansion” rooms upstairs as not a single room photo comes close to what we had - which was not a whole lot. The lights in the bathroom didn’t even work except for the few bulbs over the sink! But it was at least clean and it was only for one night so no huge loss.

As fun as it was to get away and have some girly time in the Big City, I was quite eager to get home and snuggle with my boys. I missed them lots and was pretty homesick for some baby hugs.