If you follow this blog, you probably know that I've been doing P90X since January. Well, my exercise buddies and I finally decided to get our acts together and start the diet that Tony provides with the videos, which basically means we have to eat limited carbs, some fruits and veggies and about 250 million oz of protein every day. I think I'm going to turn into a piece of string cheese.
If you really know me, you know I'm not a big person. I don't care for a single second what the scale says, I just want to get back into the clothes I was wearing when I found out I was preggo with LM (seriously, I had just gotten back to my college weight and was wearing clothes that I had shoved in the back of my closet with grand delusions that I would wear them again. I was right- for eight days. I cleaned out my closet, gave away about 75% of my clothes and the very next week my pants wouldn't button and I had gained 5 mysterious pounds, so I decided to take a pregnancy test just to ease my mind that I wasn't with child. Oops. And here I am 32 months later, still wearing maternity pants sometimes. Wait, did I just say that out loud?)
Anyway, I have been really convicted that I will never tell my children that I'm "on a diet"- because, let's face it, I'm not. At least I'm not on a diet that will result in my losing weight- if I do, that's just a bonus, I guess. I just want my clothes to fit. So I've been very careful this past week (we started Monday) to talk about my "eating plan." Goes a little something like this, "Thank you sweetie, but I don't want a cookie, it's not part of my eating plan,"or, "No honey, we can't go to Chick-fil-a because it's not really healthy and it's not part of my eating plan."
So last night, BigM had her first t-ball practice, and seeing as Daddy has started his own eating plan and I'm not exactly sure what's on it, I wasn't sure what to fix for supper. We didn't eat before practice, so when we left the ball field at 8:15, DM and I felt like we should just go pick something up. We don't eat out much, but usually when we do, we let BigM decide where we should go. She, of course, picked McDonalds. Which, obviously, is not on my eating plan. I asked DM what he was going to order, and he said, "Probably a small fries and I'll make some tuna fish at home." Well awesome, we have chicken nuggets in the freezer and apples in the fridge and juice boxes in the pantry and we don't have to pay $7 for it. But I'll let you be the one to try and tell BigM we're not going anymore. So we headed off to the Golden Arches.
When we got home, I fixed plates and BigM was concerned that I didn't have any food coming out of the bag. (I was debating about a snack wrap, but just couldn't do it.) I made myself some soup and told her that McDonalds isn't really healthy but we can have it sometimes as a special treat, so that's why I didn't get anything.
"Well, Mama, McDonald's IS on my eating plan. I need to eat McDonald's every day, because that's what it says on my plan."
Good try kiddo. I'll even give you some bonus points for being clever, but next time you want to eat nuggets and apple slices, it will definitely not come with a toy.
BigM's actual birthday was on Saturday, so we went for manis to celebrate. (Because, you know, a school party on Friday and a friends party on Sunday isn't celebration enough.) We have had a deal going for about 6 months now- BigM asked me if she could have nail polish on her fingernails like some of her friends at school, so I (brilliantly) told her if she could stop biting her fingernails and grow them out long, I would paint her nails. Well, I'm still waiting for her to stop biting her nails, but I figure if nothing else, I have a great excuse to get *my* nails done once a year. (And obviously, she picked out that color all by herself.)
