Small Slice

I weighed in. (Duh duh dun.)  Here we are in week four and I'm...

179.  Whoooopie. 

So, let's recap for all you newcomers who are just dropping by for the first time.  I started at 179.  I promptly gained two pounds.  181.  Sheesh.

Then!  I lost A POUND.  As in one. A single pound.  But it was "that time" of the month, so okay, I stayed away from the scale.  Until today.

I'm back where I started, folks.  That number better start going down, or I'm going to have to do something drastic.  Like, um, something.  Drastic.  Or something.

I'm trying to keep a good attitude here.  I'm cooking healthy meals for myself and my family. I've cut way down on my portions, and I'm exercising and having fun.  For example, today at my three-year-old's Orff class, I spent an hour shaking my booty with a silver streamer-clad shaker in each hand.  I stomped and jumped and twirled.  I rocked that class. 

I was doing my patented train move at one point.  It goes like this: Chugga chugga chugga chugga ding ding. I used to bust this one out when I was a toddler apparently.  You sort of groove along, moving your hands at your sides like you are running and shrugging your shoulders and then when you get to the ding ding part?  You kick out to one side.  Twice.  Once for each ding.  Oh yeah, that is some fancy stuff.  I impressed all the toddlers. I think I missed my calling as a choreographer.

I just want some instant results, and I'm not getting them, damn it.  Tomorrow morning, I'm picking up my marathon-running, opera-singing, black-belt-in-tae-kwon-shut-yo-mouth sister after I drop the two big kids at school, and we're storming the opening of the Athleta factory warehouse sale.  I'm fixin' to get some new skorts, and maybe some tank tops that wick, because I am not the delicate flower I would like to pretend, and sweat is icky. 

Oh, and people, I need some help.  I was IN LOVE with Bliss Spa's antiperspirant "Underarmy" and now it is discontinued and I want to weep giant crocodile tears.  I need a good antiperspirant, because a deodorant alone doesn't thrill me.  Help me find a good one for my sensitive underarms, I beg of you.

Let's talk for a minute about skorts.  How I love skorts!  They hide a multitude of sins.  Specifically, the sins wrought by my chubby thighs seizing the hems of any shorts I put on and inching them step by step up into my crotch.  This leaves me taking two steps and then hopping awkwardly, hoping to dislodge the bunched up fabric.  Chugga chugga chugga chugga ding ding! So not cute.

The only solution I've found is to either always wear long pants, or wear shorts and suffer.  I mean, I could wear a skirt, but (I can't believe I'm saying this, sigh) my thighs chafe if I walk too much and sweat.  That is, until I discovered the almighty skort.  My favorites have a spandex-y bike short built in under the skirt, which halts the thigh action.  But even with a regular pair of shorts underneath a skirt, who can tell you've got half a yard of fabric balled up in your bidness.   Who knows?  Who cares?  You're walking weird, but still looking jaunty because your skort has you covered. 

So I'm off on a mission for cheap skort deals, and I've been given the green light to shop in the Barbie-sized clothes to try and find some very specific cuts and colors and fabrics for my buddy Mir, who is doing the Boston 3-day pretty quick here.  Between Mir's darling, baby-sized dimensions and my petite sister, I am going to have a great time pawing through the S selections, before I wander over to the XL racks. 

I've got my camera back up and running, and I've posted the last few dinners in the Small Slice album over there to the left.  I need to step up and do some of these fitness challenges.  Which, by the way, I'm still accepting new challenges.   Leave me a comment with a double-dog-dare to do something you'd not only like to read about, but you'd love to see a photo essay on.  I'm going to start knocking these out this weekend.  Be afraid.  Be very afraid. 

I'm building a "team" of fellow diet and exercise hot mamas to have some fun.  If you want to join up, send me an email and I'll add your link.  The more the merrier!  Be sure to pop over and say hello to Mel at The Amazing Shrinking Mom - she's doing fantastic on her diet, and inspires me daily.