Pom Pons, Fat, Crutches, and Cars....

I cannot believe its been nearly 3 weeks since I posted.  Well, yes, I can.  We've been so busy that the laptop has been last on the list.

We've had a LOT going on.  Believe it or not, this mama relived the glory days last Friday night, as our alma mater held an alumni football game, as a fundraiser for the football team.  I broke out my old purple and gold poms, along with 12 other alumni cheerleaders, and cheered on the track that I spent many Friday nights on.  Wow.  I had just turned 35, on April 24 (and yes, I posted nothing about my birthday), and never thought that I would ever cheer again.  I'm still a cheerleader at heart, so needless to say, I had a blast.  It was cold, but fun.  The best part:  Mills yelled and waved "Hey! Mommy!" the whole game with the biggest smile on his face.  It was joy to my soul.

I went to the doctor for yearly blood work, a few weeks ago,  just to make sure everything is good. All was great, but may I remind you, I just turned 35.  For the first time in my life, I have had to begin watching my weight.  Yes, this little-bitty, petite girl, who has always been able to eat whatever I want, and as much as I want, has finally lost that good ole' high metabolism.  I knew it.  My pants have become too small, and my scrub pants are tight around the hips.  What?  Yes, I knew before I even went in for my appointment, tat weight was going to be a topic, and sure enough, I was right.  In a year, I have gained quite a bit.  Don't get me wrong.  I am still very small, but petite is more of the word I am going for, I guess.  All of my weight, or should I say, "rolls" distribute themselves right at my stomach.  I am only 5' tall and am supposed to be less than 120lbs.  So, I was told that I needed to get a hold of it now, so that I won't have to fight it later.  You know what?  It didn't even hurt my feelings, because I already knew that it is the complete and absolute truth.  So, back to the gym and dieting eating better it is.  It has been my motivation.  I still get the "You are so tiny.  You don't need to lose weight!"  To be honest, it drives me a little crazy, almost as much as people asking, "When are you going to have another baby."  Answer to both of those is, "Yes even petite people get fat, and never."  I have been on a roll.  Today, I am sore after a 40 min. kettle bell workout at the gym.  Ouch and go me!  By the way, I've lost 5lbs, in 2 weeks and Erik has lost 19 in about 5 weeks.  All we've done is eat right and exercise.

So, between birthday parties, football, work, church, wedding showers, baby showers, the gym, and so on, Erik managed to injure his foot.  We have no idea how it happened, but he began to complain on soreness on Wednesday night, and by Thursday morning, he awoke with swelling, intense pain, and could not walk.  After an xray, no broken bones were found, and the diagnosis was sprain/tendinitis.  He is on crutches and has kept his foot elevated with ice.  It stinks!  Keeping him off of it stinks even worse.  I have to fuss at him.  The crutches definitely help.

And last but not least....

This is my mother's day present....

 

Nice huh?  After 8 years of driving a vehicle that I absolutely loved, we left the Volvo in Memphis yesterday, and came home with a newbie.   I absolutely loved my car and having no car payment, but she had racked up a lot of miles, and the gas mileage wasn't so grand.  The AWD feature ate tires, and realizing that there are only 3 of us in the family, we decided that we did not necessarily need the 3rd row that accompanied it.  I have become very practical in my middle age.  I want practicality.  I am to the point of not caring what things look like, but what is necessary.  When choosing a car this time, I wanted great gas mileage and a low payment.  I didn't care if the car was purple with pink stripes, I just wanted was necessary for us as a family.  I told Erik I'd drive a Fiat  or a smart car if I had too, but the thought of being crushed in either of those makes me cringe.  I just couldn't justify getting a large vehicle for a family of three and I refuse to buy the gas for one, much less pay for one.  I feel the same way about a house.  There are 3 of us.  All we need is a roof over our heads without the extra unnecessary frills.  When I was growing up, I didn't have a "playroom" or "media room" or any of those things, and you know what?  I didn't miss any of them or really know any better.  After all, these things are temporary, and as days go by, we could be gone in a split-second.  Only God knows.  But until then, I will be getting from point A to point B in our little CR-V.

  I love it.  My little CR-V!  She drives like a "caddy" and is just the perfect size for a mom of one.  I only thought I loved my Volvo.  This car fits me perfectly.