Its a hard realization! I have faithfully used the "I just had a baby" excuse for 8 years and 3 kids and well to be honest I will probably continue. I'm not entirely sure where I went wrong. Normal people can have babies and be in shape after. I personally blame my mom. Yup. You know that saying you just have to look at a woman's mother to figure out what she will be later......? Lets just say my poor poor husband got royally screwed i that department! We have a pretty equal relationship. He looses.....I gain. That's fair right?
Now in my defense wine and rum DO NOT come with a nutrition label so therefore I am getting my fair share of servings of fruit. Theres all kinds of eaters I wish I could be. Theres the I'm too depressed to eat type-I have stuff I could conjure up to be depressed about but I will eat myself into oblivion! Not fair! The bulimics-I know I know. I'm not wanting to offend anyone with this one but really theres a tinge of jealousy here. The druggy skinnys- I'm not sure my husbands boss would allow that. Maybe you've heard of him? Mr.Obama? No? Doesn't ring a bell? Well he frowns upon the drug use. Oh well.... on the the next. OMG....The people who can eat anything and never ever ever gain a freakin ounce! AHHHHHHH! WTF is wrong with you people? So Not Fair! So I do realize that there is a small percentage of people that actually eat healthy and go to the gym but that's really just not my style. I want the easy way out. Gastric, lipo or some magic pill. Maybe a shock collar? If I reach for the doritos BUZZZZZZZZ . Andria get your phat a$$ away from the fatty cakes!!
Is it a bad sign that I am planning my trip back home by which restaurants I miss the most? Chinese, The delish breakfast joints, the clam chowder. Gawd, I'm hungry now!
I am determined to eventually do something about this "little" problem and not the easy way. I will become part of the percentage that's works for it....after my trip home! So basically to sum this up for you. I'm fat. Get off my back because I could sit on you and squash your tiny butt!
Friday, April 15, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
This is the life.....wait....Really this is it?
Well let me start out by saying that figuring out how to start a blog is about as easy as it was to pack up all our crap and move across the country! There is just too much involved! From font sizes to headers that I don't know where what will go....ugh!
Anyways here it goes! I decided to start a blog for a few reasons
1. A really good friend of mine does it and I feel closer to knowing whats going on in her life reading her blogs so I'm hoping to give the same feeling to others.
2. I have A LOT to say about just about everything from being new to the military lifestyle to why my kid is being a jerk! Whether anyone wants to hear it or in this case read it is a totally different subject!
3. Being all the way across the country from my friends and family I wouldn't want anyone to miss out on my much needed useless tidbits of advice and jokes that are so stupid you have to laugh to make me feel better.
We just moved from probably the most beautiful expensive place in the country and I miss it terribly. On any given day I will list off or compare at least 5 things that are "better back home". My youngest will be lied to for the rest of his life because I don't ever want him to know he wasn't born in California. I know such a big move and change in life requires some time to adapt but there is no room in a military life to "give things time".
I guess I thought it would be easier. I thought a new beginning and new chances and a fresh start. Maybe that part comes later? After the move, the depression, the unpacking, the deployment, the 15 hour days....its new, I'll give it that! I cant let you all think that its all terrible. I have met some amazing women and have found a strength inside myself that I didn't know I had. I also found a true sense of family that I have never known. I guess the ones that stick with you across the country and thru time zones are the keepers. I'm sure it will get easier as the years go by.
I'm what I like to call Military Stupid. I just don't get it. Its all acronyms and I could be told 153,391 times what it means and I still just don't get it! All I hear is BS. Speak english to me. I get asked all the time what unit my husband is in? Unit? I dunno...you tell me! And don't ask me to explain to you what a battalion, company, unit or what the hell all the damn patches are! I'm just figured out what the color of berets mean and please don't make me do math to figure out what time it is. OK? Thank you! Everyone keeps saying I need to figure it out and learn it. Yeah yeah.... I'm really going to remember all the Army stuff, to feed the dog, pay which bill when, to write my grocery list (which I'll be lucky if I remember to bring with me!)to pick the kids up, do homework, what my kids names are (Austin, Riley, Dakota, Dan....whoever you are....go to your room!!!----commonly said in my house)but the one thing I VERY CLEARLY remember is that we are NOT in California anymore Toto!
Anyways here it goes! I decided to start a blog for a few reasons
1. A really good friend of mine does it and I feel closer to knowing whats going on in her life reading her blogs so I'm hoping to give the same feeling to others.
2. I have A LOT to say about just about everything from being new to the military lifestyle to why my kid is being a jerk! Whether anyone wants to hear it or in this case read it is a totally different subject!
3. Being all the way across the country from my friends and family I wouldn't want anyone to miss out on my much needed useless tidbits of advice and jokes that are so stupid you have to laugh to make me feel better.
We just moved from probably the most beautiful expensive place in the country and I miss it terribly. On any given day I will list off or compare at least 5 things that are "better back home". My youngest will be lied to for the rest of his life because I don't ever want him to know he wasn't born in California. I know such a big move and change in life requires some time to adapt but there is no room in a military life to "give things time".
I guess I thought it would be easier. I thought a new beginning and new chances and a fresh start. Maybe that part comes later? After the move, the depression, the unpacking, the deployment, the 15 hour days....its new, I'll give it that! I cant let you all think that its all terrible. I have met some amazing women and have found a strength inside myself that I didn't know I had. I also found a true sense of family that I have never known. I guess the ones that stick with you across the country and thru time zones are the keepers. I'm sure it will get easier as the years go by.
I'm what I like to call Military Stupid. I just don't get it. Its all acronyms and I could be told 153,391 times what it means and I still just don't get it! All I hear is BS. Speak english to me. I get asked all the time what unit my husband is in? Unit? I dunno...you tell me! And don't ask me to explain to you what a battalion, company, unit or what the hell all the damn patches are! I'm just figured out what the color of berets mean and please don't make me do math to figure out what time it is. OK? Thank you! Everyone keeps saying I need to figure it out and learn it. Yeah yeah.... I'm really going to remember all the Army stuff, to feed the dog, pay which bill when, to write my grocery list (which I'll be lucky if I remember to bring with me!)to pick the kids up, do homework, what my kids names are (Austin, Riley, Dakota, Dan....whoever you are....go to your room!!!----commonly said in my house)but the one thing I VERY CLEARLY remember is that we are NOT in California anymore Toto!
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