I am MILF

Crap.  That lasagna was to die for!  Our friends had us over last night for dinner and I had two servings of lasagna.  I had saved my remainder of points for this dinner.  I don’t even know how many calories I consumed last night and don’t care.  It was tasty.  I couldn’t believe it was homemade.  So good.  So I am back on the wagon today.

Anyway, I had absolutely no sleep last night because my baby had taken a really long nap earlier in the day.  I hope I fair better tonight.  Had a game tonight and jog/walked about 3.5 miles.  I think I am going to have to break down and get a gym membership for three months when it starts to snow.  I don’t want to fall back into the shape I was in last winter.  I hope tomorrow’s weight-in is a little kinder.

Okay, okay, so this wasn’t my morning weigh-in; I decided to go for a late morning run and then step on the scale.  I was blown away.  At first I thought it said 157 and about had a seizure.  I only ran one mile and walked the other two.  I knew I wouldn’t be able to fit a run in at any other time today since we had dinner plans for tonight.

My old high school friend really wanted to get out of the house to see a movie; she suggested Stepbrothers or Hancock.  I just couldn’t stomach the thought of either of those, which left Wanted.  Angelie Jolie.  Good God, the woman is flawless.  Ooh, and strong as the day is long.  Very inspirational for all us bad mamas! 

After the movie, I treated myself (I am very good at treating myself) to a small shopping spree at Old Navy.  I got a couple medium (you heard right) shirts and a couple size 8 short shorts.  Thirty bucks isn’t even really a spree, but being skinnier can sure buy a lot more for a lot cheaper.  And, you don’t have to spend three hours trying to find a pair of size 11 jeans that will fit a size 14 body.  They also don’t have to be a hundred dollars or more just because they are constructed to give your behind a lift and your tummy a tuck.

So it’s gonna be like that, huh?  Half pound at a time, I guess is the running theme for the past few days.  I don’t mind.  I ended up only playing two games last night instead of my anticipated triple header.

It’s gorgeous outside today, so we should probably go for a run on the Greenbelt towing baby boy behind on a bike, but I would love to see Tropic Thunder.  So many things to see in that movie:  Robert Downey Jr., Tom Cruise, Jack Black.  I can’t wait.  Maybe my mom will watch baby boy so we can try for a late afternoon show.

It just hit me that I am in the best shape I have been in in about five years.  I feel great.  I think a lot of it has to do with laying off the drink.  I virtually quit when I found out I was pregnant (not to say I was drinking while pregnant, just that I nearly quit for good).  That was 2006.  Except for my wild night out two weekends ago, I’ve been a good girl. 

It’s official.  I am under 150.  I am not going to get too excited because my scale may be trying to trick me into a false sense of security and I might do something stupid this weekend and treat myself to Chinese (haven’t had it in four months).  Chinese is a deal breaker for me — completely.

I went for a run last night, ran 2.25 miles and walked another mile.  It got dark a little earlier.  After my run, I had Kashi cereal, one big spoon of coconut ice cream, and two beef fajitas loaded with onions and green and red bell peppers.  I have been saving most of my points for night so that I can refuel what I have just burnt.  It seems to be working.  Also, I don’t pig out on Lay’s olestra fat free potato chips right before bed.  

I am 34 pounds down from April 7, 2008.  Like I have said before though, my diet that has never really felt like a diet is starting to feel like a diet.  The afternoons are getting easier, as long as I get a Venti Iced Coffee from Starbucks.  Helps stave off the hunger until my late afternoon snack.

Tonight I have three games, back to back, starting at 6:30, and playing all the way until 10:15.  I actually wish I could do this twice a week and get all my games in in just two nights instead of being at the field all week.  Ah, tis’ the life of a softball whore (not derogatory at all, this is what we are).  

I am so glad my UPS tournament was cancelled for the weekend.  I was just dreading playing all day on Saturday.  I would rather take baby boy to the park or swimming or something.  Maybe the zoo — however, I feel like sometimes I enjoy the zoo more than him, except for the carousel.