{"id":1959,"date":"2011-06-09T21:02:35","date_gmt":"2011-06-10T01:02:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/?p=1959"},"modified":"2011-06-10T10:01:38","modified_gmt":"2011-06-10T14:01:38","slug":"filter-out-of-order","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/?p=1959","title":{"rendered":"Filter: Out of Order"},"content":{"rendered":"

Today is a big day for me…<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>Drum Roll \u2669\u266b\u266c\u266c\u266c\u2669\u2669\u2669…<\/p>\n

Today I stepped on the scale that awaits me every morning (yes, I know I shouldn’t weigh myself everyday… but I do) \u00a0and alas… the numbers finally showed what I have been awaiting a very long time for… \u00a0I am finally at the number that I was before I had Josh! \u00a0Wahoo!<\/p>\n

It’s no secret I hate exercising and have a love affair with food… so the battle of the bulge is pretty pathetic!<\/p>\n

Now… I still have a bit to go before I reach the number or look I have in mind. \u00a0Sammy asked me, as he heard me bragging to my brother, “Are you as small as you were before you had me?”<\/em> Hum.. NOOOOOOOOO!!!! \u00a0I was a size 0… \u00a0and couldn’t gain weight even if I try! \u00a0That’s not my issue now… trust me!<\/p>\n

Anyways… I was pretty delighted. \u00a0It may not a significant difference to those that see me everyday… but I hope when my brother comes for the baptism… he’ll say.. Wow…Great job! \u00a0(Hint)<\/p>\n

It’s been a rough week emotionally… I was feeling pretty beat up. \u00a0Yesterday, since as my shorts were literally falling down… I decided it was time for some retail therapy.<\/p>\n

I am looking for something to wear to Josh’s SK graduation. \u00a0This is \u00a0MY LAST ONE that will jump the rope into Grade 1. \u00a0\ud83d\ude41 \u00a0How is that possible? \u00a0And yet I am ready … I think).<\/p>\n

So, this morning I went to the mall having an hour to kill before I had to pick up one of the boys for an appointment.<\/p>\n

I met a former Rhema mom in the food court. \u00a0They were at our school just one year… we ended up chatting and she was very helpful in helping me find things to try on.<\/p>\n

We got talking about breast reductions. (Don’t ask why…) \u00a0I told her I had one before Josh… and as she asked if there was too much scarring. \u00a0I was wearing a button down shirt and before I could think it through, showed her my nipple.. discreetly, of course. \u00a0 (Well, I hope it was discreet… the store was pretty empty).
\nMy Filter failed me. \u00a0I asked her something and she said, “Well, you just should me your nipple.. so I am sure it is fine.”<\/p>\n

Oh dear… I guess until she said that I didn’t even clue in that this could have been \u00a0uncomfortable. \u00a0Yet, she said that just made her really like me… lol<\/p>\n

Sanj, on the other hand, was appalled.<\/p>\n

Of course, I do live to see his appalled looked! lol<\/p>\n

Sigh. \u00a0I am struggling a bit with my diabetes, which means I need to go in and see my doctor and really get serious about exercising 30 minutes at day. \u00a0That seems to be the only way my sugars stay in the range their are suppose to be.<\/p>\n

Genetics can suck.<\/p>\n

I am rambling… but it feels good. \u00a0Big storm last night… lots of trees down, power outage everywhere and the boys were sent home at noon due to these issues… especially the lack of water! \u00a0My lunch plans were put on hold… It can be a full time job keeping up with all my buddies. lol<\/p>\n

Since it is 14 days till school’s out, I am not going to feel guilty about my little time outs.<\/p>\n

Yikes… how did it get to only 14 days?<\/p>\n

OK… I am off.<\/p>\n

Night.<\/p>\n

\u263d<\/p>\n

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