Moving Day

I have moved my blog to here:

http://shortygetsfit.blogspot.com/

Maybe someday I will come back here to tell the story of the origin of the "Dirty Pig."

Soon

I will make a post soon with a bit of vacation rambling and then once I have the time to figure out how to jazz up this site, I will do that, too. I already have a name for it. Maybe I will put up a different blog and leave this for the occasional rant. I have to take the time to figure out how to link to others as well.

Anyway, I think I will post the most unflattering vacation photo that I can find. That's not too difficult since I have gained so much poundage. I might also put another picture from vacation in which I am not so hideously fat looking so you know that I don't always look so unattractive. I got me some of Heather's thing going on(this is where I would link to Heather's post about this, but I don't know how...plus is it proper to link to other people's blogs or maybe one should only link to one's own posts??)...the thing in which I don't think of myself as fat until I see myself in a photo. I just look physically uncomfortable in some of these photos. I used to look at other women who were heavy around their middle and really feel badly for them because they looked uncomfortable. Now I am that woman. 

I saw a woman on one of our hikes up Mt. Mansfield who had to be in her mid-eighties. She was so vibrant, full of life. I want to be that. 

Enough talk. Just do it.

We're going on Vacation I think

Jack threw up tonight. Oh please let it just have been a fluke thing.

We were supposed to go to Vermont over 4th of July, but Murphy was really sick. Then a couple of weeks ago we were supposed to go to the Cape and Tom got really sick (which is unusual for him...he had a high fever for a week. Very weird.)

We have been hermits all summer. Murphy is afraid to go to the pool since the last time he went he had a fever (I didn't realize it) and felt freezing. So now he equates the pool to extreme cold. Even when it is 88 degrees out. He is our 'outdoor hiking guy' and he won't go outside anymore. Plus he wears his pajamas all day long and I let him. I just don't care anymore. He can wear whatever he wants when we go out. It used to be a bumblebee costume. Now it is an oversized Black Dog t-shirt. Whatevs.

We are nearly all packed and ready to go tomorrow morning to Vermont for 10 whole days. Murphy says he doesn't want to go because he thinks he is going to get sick in the car. And Jack threw up tonight. 

On a different note, I am going to jazz up my blog later this month. I think I may go the whole 'get fit' route since my weight seems to take up so much space in my life and mind. Stay tuned.

Breakfast of Champions Like Me

I ate 17, yes that's right, 17 Whole Foods Vanilla sandwich cookies. 

I knew when I bought them "for the kids" that it would be a test for me. I have a real thing for these particular cookies. I should have put them back on the shelf, but I didn't. I just can't have these in the house.

Can anyone else top this gross stuffing of cookies? Tell me...make me feel better.

Self Esteem Boost

I went to Walmart today.

The end.

Goal of the Day

Do not swear.

At my children.

How to Completely Blow $250 dollars

Sign up your 7 year old for the most awesome nature/farm camp. The one he wanted to go to so much that he would plead to me to tell him really cool adventure stories about the camp for 2 months prior to the first day of camp. 

When he told me he changed his mind.

Don't tell me I should force him to go. Just trust me on this one.