The Big Reveal
Had a family get-together this past Friday. It was a "reveal" so to speak. I haven't seen some of them in 2 years and they were really surprised by the weight loss. Well - I shouldn't say surprised - because most of them know I'm trying - but just really happy for me. And that made me so happy.
For the first time in a long time, I was around my family and I didn't once feel awkward or scared to talk or ashamed or nervous or anything. I felt confident and loved.
I'm wondering if that makes me a shallow person. As if the only thing that needed to change was my weight in order for the rest of me to finally begin to blossom. I don't know.
I feel like I've really "grown up" this year. It's not just the responsibility of raising a child, but I almost feel like I am"re-raising" myself. There are so many things that have changed - so many mindsets. I know I have such a long way to go but I feel like I'm actually getting somewhere instead of just spinning my wheels.
Had my comfort zone bombarded last week at work with a task that my boss normally does. I was so nervous about it - but it worked out well. I think about "career" a lot. I kind of stumbled into the whole public relations thing. My old boss created the job for me because she thought I was creative and might do well at it. I've never even taken a public relations class. So - most of the time I feel out of the loop when it comes to how to handle many things that go on in my department. Or else I'm watching my boss work her magic and thinking "I could never do that" or "I never would have thought of that." She's very smart. I'm hoping to learn as much as I can from her - I just hope I have enough time to do it. I think I need about 2 years.
The birthday party planning time is upon us once again. Jude's birthday is in less than a month, and unlike last year, I'm really looking forward to it and I'm not worrying. I'm actually excited about creating the menu and planning the decorations and all of that good stuff. We're definitely doing the Elmo theme. I sought out the decorations last week and found everything we need. It's going to be mostly adults. Actually, unless his one little 3 year old cousin comes, it will be only adults, my 10 year old cousin and the baby. So I need food that will cater to the adults - but isn't too fancy (it's a 2 year old's birthday party, for God's sake) and not necessarily anything that needs to stay hot for any long period of time. So I've been brainstorming and I'm at a dead end with it. Most of the "fun" stuff I can think of is sweet. And we need salty snacks. If anyone has any ideas about something cute and interesting and not too expensive that's great for a party, please let me know.
Maybe I could get cheese that's shaped like something. Maybe we could do a cheese ball in the shape of Elmo's head. Hmmmm . . . but what could we use to represent the fur? I don't know. I just need to do the intelligent thing and search the Internet. That would be the obvious thing.
I can't believe he's going to be two already. And I know, I know - that's so cliche to say. Everyone says it. But it's true. Time has flown by. Although at some points not fast enough.
He's been very mischievous lately. I've never said "no" so much in my entire life. And all the books tell you to try to use "no" sparingly because it will come to mean nothing. I'm thinking about using other languages. I think the Russian "no" would really catch him off guard. It has a nice sharpness about it. NYET! (I think that's how you'd spell it using the English alphabet.) I'll have to gather up some words for "no" in different languages.
I also say "stop it" a lot too. And I see him staying "stop it" to some of his stuffed animals. Out of the blue the other night he yelled "stop it" to the faucet cover in the tub. It's shaped like a goofy looking fish.
The eating thing is going okay. But he doesn't eat vegetables and I feel like if only I'd tried a little harder than maybe he might. I guess it's so easy to feel like a failure, but, in all reality, I, technically, have failed to get him to eat vegetables. Supposedly he eats them at daycare. Supposedly he does everything at daycare that he refuses to do at home. He tap dances and sings and recites sonnets. But once he gets home it's conversations with the fish-faced faucet cover. I think they're lying to me about what he does.
Halloween is Wednesday. He's going to be a tiger. My stepmom found this tiger striped jumpsuit thingy at Goodwill (I know it sounds pathetic, but really it's not) - it's long sleeved with long pants and it ties at the neck. It's very plain. Anyway - the huge thing around here is LSU football and the mascot is the tiger. So he's going to wear the tiger jumpsuit with an LSU jersey over it - just like the real mascot does and he's going to wear an LSU cap with matching tiger ears that Sara made and attached to the hat. There will be pics, I'm sure. I only hope that he'll allow me to paint the nose and whiskers on. I can see that being a huge disaster. We've been trying to teach him how to say "trick or treat" but he says "Ticky Ticky." And he doesn't know how to say thank you. We sorta haven't been thinking about the whole manners thing and it just came to us about 2 weeks ago that, duh, we really need to start teaching him to say please and thank you. So we're trying to remember, but we're so tired in the afternoons that we forget to demand a "please" before cookies and a "thank you" afterwards. I will really have to be vigilant on this front. I guess it's never too early for them to learn.
Anyway - tomorrow I have more excitement at work. I'm going with my boss to an appreciation meeting for the governor, so there's a good chance that I'll get to meet her because it's only going to be a small group of people. That should be interesting.
Well, it appears like I'm only going to be able to write once a week and on the weekend, so I guess I'll be back in a week. Hopefully I'll be able to post some Halloween pictures the day after.
Until then . . .
For the first time in a long time, I was around my family and I didn't once feel awkward or scared to talk or ashamed or nervous or anything. I felt confident and loved.
I'm wondering if that makes me a shallow person. As if the only thing that needed to change was my weight in order for the rest of me to finally begin to blossom. I don't know.
I feel like I've really "grown up" this year. It's not just the responsibility of raising a child, but I almost feel like I am"re-raising" myself. There are so many things that have changed - so many mindsets. I know I have such a long way to go but I feel like I'm actually getting somewhere instead of just spinning my wheels.
Had my comfort zone bombarded last week at work with a task that my boss normally does. I was so nervous about it - but it worked out well. I think about "career" a lot. I kind of stumbled into the whole public relations thing. My old boss created the job for me because she thought I was creative and might do well at it. I've never even taken a public relations class. So - most of the time I feel out of the loop when it comes to how to handle many things that go on in my department. Or else I'm watching my boss work her magic and thinking "I could never do that" or "I never would have thought of that." She's very smart. I'm hoping to learn as much as I can from her - I just hope I have enough time to do it. I think I need about 2 years.
The birthday party planning time is upon us once again. Jude's birthday is in less than a month, and unlike last year, I'm really looking forward to it and I'm not worrying. I'm actually excited about creating the menu and planning the decorations and all of that good stuff. We're definitely doing the Elmo theme. I sought out the decorations last week and found everything we need. It's going to be mostly adults. Actually, unless his one little 3 year old cousin comes, it will be only adults, my 10 year old cousin and the baby. So I need food that will cater to the adults - but isn't too fancy (it's a 2 year old's birthday party, for God's sake) and not necessarily anything that needs to stay hot for any long period of time. So I've been brainstorming and I'm at a dead end with it. Most of the "fun" stuff I can think of is sweet. And we need salty snacks. If anyone has any ideas about something cute and interesting and not too expensive that's great for a party, please let me know.
Maybe I could get cheese that's shaped like something. Maybe we could do a cheese ball in the shape of Elmo's head. Hmmmm . . . but what could we use to represent the fur? I don't know. I just need to do the intelligent thing and search the Internet. That would be the obvious thing.
I can't believe he's going to be two already. And I know, I know - that's so cliche to say. Everyone says it. But it's true. Time has flown by. Although at some points not fast enough.
He's been very mischievous lately. I've never said "no" so much in my entire life. And all the books tell you to try to use "no" sparingly because it will come to mean nothing. I'm thinking about using other languages. I think the Russian "no" would really catch him off guard. It has a nice sharpness about it. NYET! (I think that's how you'd spell it using the English alphabet.) I'll have to gather up some words for "no" in different languages.
I also say "stop it" a lot too. And I see him staying "stop it" to some of his stuffed animals. Out of the blue the other night he yelled "stop it" to the faucet cover in the tub. It's shaped like a goofy looking fish.
The eating thing is going okay. But he doesn't eat vegetables and I feel like if only I'd tried a little harder than maybe he might. I guess it's so easy to feel like a failure, but, in all reality, I, technically, have failed to get him to eat vegetables. Supposedly he eats them at daycare. Supposedly he does everything at daycare that he refuses to do at home. He tap dances and sings and recites sonnets. But once he gets home it's conversations with the fish-faced faucet cover. I think they're lying to me about what he does.
Halloween is Wednesday. He's going to be a tiger. My stepmom found this tiger striped jumpsuit thingy at Goodwill (I know it sounds pathetic, but really it's not) - it's long sleeved with long pants and it ties at the neck. It's very plain. Anyway - the huge thing around here is LSU football and the mascot is the tiger. So he's going to wear the tiger jumpsuit with an LSU jersey over it - just like the real mascot does and he's going to wear an LSU cap with matching tiger ears that Sara made and attached to the hat. There will be pics, I'm sure. I only hope that he'll allow me to paint the nose and whiskers on. I can see that being a huge disaster. We've been trying to teach him how to say "trick or treat" but he says "Ticky Ticky." And he doesn't know how to say thank you. We sorta haven't been thinking about the whole manners thing and it just came to us about 2 weeks ago that, duh, we really need to start teaching him to say please and thank you. So we're trying to remember, but we're so tired in the afternoons that we forget to demand a "please" before cookies and a "thank you" afterwards. I will really have to be vigilant on this front. I guess it's never too early for them to learn.
Anyway - tomorrow I have more excitement at work. I'm going with my boss to an appreciation meeting for the governor, so there's a good chance that I'll get to meet her because it's only going to be a small group of people. That should be interesting.
Well, it appears like I'm only going to be able to write once a week and on the weekend, so I guess I'll be back in a week. Hopefully I'll be able to post some Halloween pictures the day after.
Until then . . .
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