BLACK TEAM WEEK 10!!!!

you two are so cute.

Thanks, Batman.

Tag

Morning from the uk, tracking/logging food. I think I can do that, although also think I need to take a step back alitlle - was sitting in Costa Coffee yesterday franticly trying to update mfp on my blackberry and crashed it, I felt so low that I couldn't get onto the site!

Will check back later, need to do breakfasts and get boys up and ready for school.

PS - Andrew and Beth, congrats on the new cars

roni- i would definitely look into the farm sharing in your area if you're interested. last night, andy found one that distributes their vegetables in cambridge, ma! i don't think it gets much closer to the big city. they might have farms in the suburban areas that may truck them closer to the city.

roni- i would definitely look into the farm sharing in your area if you're interested. last night, andy found one that distributes their vegetables in cambridge, ma! i don't think it gets much closer to the big city. they might have farms in the suburban areas that may truck them closer to the city.

Thanks Beth:flowerforyou: I just did a quick search and I am coming up with some within about 20-30 mins from me. Thats good news! Right now Im heading out to drop kids at school and then to the gym but Im going to look more into it when I get back I would love to do something like that!

tag...off to the gym...does anyone work with a trainer...I was given a hefty price of $1200 for 24 sessions, and though that may be a good price, all I have to say ARE THEY CRAZY...I can't afford that...

But off to the gym...have a great day everyone

Good morning team...I'm late getting started today, had to pay bills and balance the checkbook I never get to hold onto my money for very long. It is raining and yucky here today so no running outside. I will have to get on the treadmill. Today is my normal gym day. I finally lost a pound but I made a banana pudding this morning. It will be hard to stay out of it but I will try to moderate it. Have a great day!

Happy Thursday!

Logging it is! And, my water challenge. Haven't given that one up since the very beginning.

Yes, Kati-- I'm with you on the water. Since my SpongeMarla of well over a year ago, I simply have never brought it back into my routine. It's all I drink, but I don't drink nearly enough.

Good morning all from Browntown-- all is well here. I find myself not recognizing this lighthearted woman who is occupying my skin. So long have I been muddling through the ****, forcing myself to find the joy in my situation, struggling to "consider it joy" as scripture teaches, "when facing trials of many kinds."

In reality, not much has changed on paper. We're still unemployed. Sarah still hasn't heard any financial details from sponsors, so that's still up in the air. But, my son is home, pleasant and currently working hard. And just the tease, I guess, of the positive from last week was enough to raise my spirits. If nothing else, my hope which was lost, has returned. So, praise the Lord, eh?

David, my eldest, got a job working at the golf course literally around the corner. He used to be a player there, well known for his golf prowess. He lost the club championship there by one stroke at age 12....and since gave up the game, because he simply couldn't control his emotions. (read anger)

He got a job working there the past two summers, and nearly burned his bridges because of his laziness and irresponsibility. Fortunately, the current superintendent of golf (formerly the greenskeeper....curious change of title, but what do I know?) Likes him, and has always felt bad about the direction his life was turning. Seems the gentleman recognizes himself in my son, I guess-- either way, "Dave" has always had a soft spot for my David and hired him back on the spot, and is keeping him quite busy.

I'm simply beyond thrilled that things are working so well in David's return home thus far. We were all shaking in our boots. But, as David and I discussed last night, I think we all were shaken by the hole in our hearts that his absence left, and are all doing our parts to insure it doesn't happen again. My husband hasn't had two tolerant thoughts, let alone words to say, to David for the past five years-- and David, obviously, rebelled at every turn.

The two of them are actually conversing, respectfully. DH is realizing that parenting doesn't stop when the child rebels. It makes me positively sob with joy, my dear friends. I guess God really does answer prayers, for this is what I've been praying for for Y-E-A-R-S-- specifically that the relationship could be restored. Yes, the journey back will be long and bumpy, no doubt, with pot holes here and there along the road....but the first few days have been extremely encouraging.

And I thank you all from the bottom of my heart for being happy for me, and for all your kind words of encouragment. Having you to turn to this past year has saved me. I love you all-- you raise me up, people.

Chatty Cathy signing off-- have a great day.

I return now to my laundry!!

Logging food....check !

My workout for the day.....sad.... yet so true........

I was out and about today and decided I was going to have some crack in a cup, otherwise known as a Chick-Fil-A milkshake. I love those things, unfortunately to the tune of 660 calories, 27 grams of fat and a whopping 90 grams of sugar, I don't indulge very often.

I fought through the parking lot of crazed drivers. I got in line at the drive thru. (Seriously, that place is always busy.) I ordered my chicken nuggety things and those yummo waffle fries and my much anticipated, VANILLA MILKSHAKE.

I started off with my chicken and fries. I was trying to preserve the shake, and furthermore, I knew once I started and put my lips to the straw, it was all over. I would suck that delicious milk shake through that liquid transfer device til my eyes popped out and all that was left was the sad slurping sound at the end signifying the last few remnants of pure delight and air being sucked up simultaneously.

Finally, it was time, I reached for the shake, the clear plastic dome cup topper thingy that was filled with milkshake and whipped cream came off, the cup stayed still. It was like slow motion. NNNOOOOOO! Milkshake was oozing down the sides of the cup, filling my cup holder.

It was devastating to watch. Not so much because it was making a mess, and oh, was it ever, but because I was losing precious shake into my dirty nasty cup holder. Had I not been driving I would have dove on the cup attached my lips and started slurping to avoid the spillage, but since I needed to steer, accelerate, brake and avoid other cars, all I could do was watch in horror.

The two napkins they gave me were hardly effective for the size of the mess I had. The cup was so overfilled, I couldn't figure out how to grab it and get it out of the cup holder. It just kept oozing hunks of my precious down the sides. Finally, I pried the cup from the suction tight grasp that the cup holder had on my milkshake. It was a fight, one in which I was NOT losing. I held the cup over the empty food bag, the milkshake volcanic activity continued as I started to drink. Brain freeze set in. I was a warrior, I didn’t let it stop me. Fight through the pain! (My motto.)

By this time, I had milkshake everywhere. I usually have a pack of wet wipes in the car but they were left open and dried out. (Kids!) I managed to scrounge up two napkins that were leftovers from some other fast food jaunt at one time or another.

My hands were sticky. I wrapped one of the napkins around the milkshake, the napkin stuck tight to my fingers. My other hand was sticking to the steering wheel. I didn't care. I just smiled and happily slurped down my crack in a cup. Ahhh, heaven.

Lol-- Lori, I think we need an intervention. :laugh:

richie

Bless me, black team, for I have sinned-- I said the A word tonight.

So, hubs and I head off running. We get to the end of our street, one house away, and the little dogs on the corner are in their backyard, yapping their fool heads off at Bandit and us as we run by. I look over, see the owner of the house looking at us.

Now, said owner hates us-- hates the people across the street-- hates the people on the corner. We all have kids. Said owner is half of an older couple with one rather special needs grown child living at home, and in the past 10 years or so has seen the cul-de-sac on which we live go from 1 child to 17. 12 of them in the past 3 years. So, he's a cranky ol' cuss. Yells at the kids for riding their bikes on the sidewalk in front of his house-- I tell my kids to ride where they please, just stay off of his grass and driveway....which is their orders for all neighbors-- always has been, ever shall be.

Last summer, upon return of a walk with the kids, the wife of said neighbor was yelling at me, telling me to cm get my "effing" dog, and dropped even more f-bombs as I got my "effing" dog. Seems Bandit got off his rope while I was walking around the block with the kids.

Beyond above paragraph, I've never met these people face to face-- wouldn't know 'em if I fell over 'em.

So, with this history in mind, I return to my point-- yes, I have one. So, we take off running....get to the corner, and the yappy dogs are yapping. I look over, see the man looking at me and keep running. Suddenly I hear him yelling something, and ends with @$$hole. I look back, and shout an 'Up yours," at him. Nobody calls me an @$$hole and gets away with it, my friends, unless it's warranted-- and sometimes I'm sure it is. This one wasn't.

He proceeds to yell something else out, which I couldn't hear, and I yell back at him to "Stick it up his *bleep*"

At this point, hubs stops and comes back to where I am, I tell him what just transpired, and he headed back to have some more words. The guy tells DH that he's gonna call the cops if we don't stop allowing our dog to disturb the peace. Apparently, it's our fault that his dogs were yapping....huh? Hubs reminded him that our dog is quietly on a leash, we're running with him, and basically suggested that the man stop hiding behind his fence and come out and call him an @$$hole to his face instead of picking on a woman, and see how far he gets.

Insert cricket noise here-- the man shut up....silence ensued, and we went our merry way.

Got home and found out Josh, 4, puked again. The bug has hit him and 14 year old Aaron-- I predict several more tomorrow.

David is showing some of his true colors today-- complaining about having to go back to work this afternoon. He worked in two shifts today-- second one perturbed him. I, of course, counseled him-- this job is a gift. You burned the bridges there, but got a second chance. You have a future goal in mind, you need money-- every hour you work is $9 towards getting yourself back to college-- blah, blah, blah-- can't say it fell on deaf ears, because his mood finally lightened up.

Told him he's showing me he still doesn't get it. If it was "fun" it wouldn't be called "work." ya know? Kids-- man!

okay-- yes, I've been rambling. Wanta make something of it?

Heading to bed-- had a nice run-- beautiful out-- strong 3 miles. Minimal foot discomfort. God bless foot pads and good shoes.

Yes-- yes-- I'll leave you alone, already-- love to all--

Nite-nite!

Happy Friday black team...heading to the gym to work on legs and abs...have a blessed day all

Good morning everyone!

Got all my food logged for yesterday and went about 700 calories over...geez I hate when I have days like that. Oh well, taking the good with the bad and moving on

Have to log off and get ready for the gym now. I will try to check in later to catch up more. Have a great Friday peeps!:flowerforyou: