May it be so. Amen and amen. *wink*

For all my Just-turned Mom friends out there:

I'm proud to report that I've officially lost 5 of the nagging 15 I'm-no-longer-in-my-20s-and-just-had-five-pregnancies-in-under-four-years pounds. Ah yes. Allow me to revel in my incredible feat.

Of course, if you add in the fact that it was over the timeframe where the "24 hour flu bug" hit our house like a typhoon, the whole celebration thing kind of loses it's ba-da-bing capabilities.

Yay me. I can lose 5 pounds when I only eat toast and yogurt. Shocking.

And then add in the lovely aspect of cleaning up after The Sisters, whose competitive nature drove them to out-do each other in The-number-of-times-humanly-possible-to-throw-up-in-one-hour Race. Obviously any appetite I did have is *poof* gone.

So yeah. IF you add that in. Maybe it's not so grand of an accomplishment. My measley five pounds.

OR for those of you reality-based minded people (aka pessimistic)...IF you take into account the fact that my scales have a multiple personality disorder, that too may detract from the glorified Weight Loss Event.

Allow me to explain. I'm yet to enter into the 21 century and buy a digital scale. Therefore, I still have one of those ones with "the pointer"...where you have to make sure that said pointer is pointing to Zero before stepping on. Yep. One of them things.

I hop aboard the platform of that antique and ***lbs comes up.

Huh. Surely that can't be, I say.

Well *cracking knuckles and losening up my neck* I step back on.

Because the good thing about my handy-dandy scale is that If I'm not fully satisfied with that weight, I can always hop back on 5 seconds later for a different reading. For a *LESS* amount. Who knew counting to 5 could be considered such rigourous exercise as to shed 5 lbs right there on the spot. Hmm.

SO...if you must take THAT into account of my recent pounds shed...along with my strict diet of card board, diet water, and cleaning up after other's attempt at weight loss...then maybe you can no longer rejoice with me in my "I finally lost 5 pounds" dance.

BUT, since we're adding all sorts of angles to this...I have be fair and say, I've been walking miles and miles a day for the last FOR-E-VER. So maybe that finally kicked in? Because last time I REALLY did lose 5 lbs, it came suddenly. There was no: Lost 1...Lost 2...3...4...

Nope. It all came at once. And stayed off. So maybe? Crossing my fingers. my arms. my legs. anything that can be crossed...

eh. Who knows. All I know is that LAST I weighed myself (and I did it four times in a row to figure in the multiple personality card), I had lost FIVE pounds. Hallelujah. Now...only 10 more to go. And then...*glory be*...I have a real wardrobe of hip and in-style clothes awaiting me.

I may very well *burn* these three pairs of pants that I currently am able to wear. :D That's right. Be afraid you white capris, jean capris, and hand-me-downs from my neighbor. You may feel the lovin' now. But that may soon come to a very violent end.

And if I'm really feeling bold and daring, I may even go for Gold and throw out ALL of my Pre-pregnancy, Pre-nursing, Pre-everything that has done a number to my...*clearing throat*...upper body. And buy bras that really fit. *somewhere angels sing the Hallelujah chorus* Oh. Now how's that for living large?

Jet honey...I know if you're reading this, you're shaking your head. Yes yes, I know. But in all fairness, you knew before you married me that I was an "all out there" type person. eh. What can you do? *shrug/wink*