I never liked fractions.......

and unfortunately I use them all the time when cooking or baking. 

Stop laughing....yes I use measuring cups. 

But this was not about cooking, baking OR measuring cups.  This was all about fractions. 

And no....believe it or not.....it wasn't even about helping with math homework. 

6/10  or .6  whichever way you wanna look at it.  Matter of fact you could even reduce 6/10 down to 3/5 if you wanted to. 

But the bottom line here??? 

.6 of a pound.  Yes, I said "of a pound". 

That was my big "payoff" at the end of a fattening-snack-deprived-stay-on-program-eat-broiled-fish-three-times week. 

.6 of a pound. 

Here's what that looks like.....

And I tried to make that look better.....but there's just something about that decimal point that screams "NOT EVEN A STINKING POUND" to me. 

And there's always the sweet friend who does her best to encourage me so I don't go storming out the door never to return to Weight Watchers. 

Fact is?  I've done this enough times to know that .6 of a pound is still a weight loss, and over the course of time, the "tenths" add up to whole pounds and in the broad scheme of things, if I lost .6 of a pound a week for a whole year, that would total 31.2 pounds for the year. 

And of course, I am glad I didn't gain .6 of a pound.....because that would add up too, over time. 

Soooooo.......I'm gonna' get an attitude adjustment.  :)

Started out by deciding that instead of listening to the boys squabble about "who" was going to "hit the grounders" for baseball practice in the backyard and "who" was going to "ground them", that I would settle that dispute once and for all and just go do the hitting myself. 

Yes I did.  And no it's not the first time in my life I have picked up a bat.  Used to play softball many moons ago, actually. 

However.....after going through not one, but two five gallon buckets full of baseballs, and feeling rather athletic after my few moments of fame in the backyard, I had even broken a sweat and came in feeling good about myself. 

You know...the ole' "get moving" thing.  Exercise doesn't have to be a chore.....just get out and move with your kids. 

And it was all fine and good until I was perched in my nest curled up on the couch after dinner and I started wondering what on earth was making me hurt so badly under my right shoulder blade.....in my back and making me quite uncomfortable. 

I even went to bed early....took a couple of ibuprofen (because we all know that fixes everything), and laid there and suddenly it hit me. 

I swung that bat repeatedly over      times.....and I haven't done that in a year. 

UGH.....seriously????  I'm that old that it starts hurting the same night??  I'm that out of shape???

Apparently the answer to those questions is a resounding, "yes". 

And that's ok, because that's gonna' change.  Even if it is just .6 of a pound at a time. 

Week one: 1.8 pound loss about 7 1/2 sticks





     



Week two:  after a whopping .6 of a pound loss I am at 2.4 pounds, which is about 9 1/2 sticks of butter

I'm just saying.



Are You Kidding Me???

Okay, so here it is. I'm all mentally prepared to walk this morning (because they say the first step in exercise is thinking about it....and I'm a rule follower. Just ask my friends.;-) ) ANYWAY. I'm not going to lie and pretend that I'm excited about this....because no, I do NOT love exercise. I just don't. And it shows.....

So I'm all mentally prepared, and I even have the proper attire on. I dig through the trenches of my purse for a few minutes (which can be a very scary place at times!), and find my brand new ipod that my sweet husband bought me for Christmas (because my other one died after it got what looked like strawberry yogurt inside of it...isn't that lovely?)

The ipod is dead. Not even a smidgen of battery life. Zilch. Nada.

So I charge it up....no big deal. I'm planning on doing this when I get home from dropping off the boys at school anyway, so that should give it a little time.

Back home, ipod charged, and I decide there's a song I just have to have which will surely make this walk more endurable. (Did I mention that I don't love exercise?) Song...downloaded. Earphones....no where to be found. And I ask myself. Should it really be this much trouble to go for a walk???

You're not going to believe this when I tell you this, I'm sure, because crap like this only happens to me, I think. But I be-bop down the driveway, earphones finally found are in, sun is shining, birds are singing, and I begin looking for THE song. You know the one I downloaded just seconds earlier that would be perfect for walking? Yea that one. IT'S NOT ON THERE. Guess who didn't SYNC her ipod????????????

Now, some of you may think I'm crazy, which is fine, because I probably am. But I turned around, even though I was two driveways up the street and came home and synced my ipod.

And then I thought, oh that's charming. Any of my neighbors who may have been looking out the window just saw me walk past two driveways and turn around and go back home, must have been wondering what in the HECK I was doing. And frankly....I was wondering the same thing.

All of that just to get a little sweaty when I could have been curled up here on the couch reading blogs or keeping up with my friends on facebook. It better be worth it next week when I weigh in. I'm just sayin'.