My Mission: 10 Pounds Lost

So, here it is. It's almost the end of summer and somewhere along the way, I have managed to put on four pounds. It's four pounds, right? Not too bad, but I know that if I ignore it, those four pounds will turn into 10, which will turn into 20, and then I'm in a world of misery.

Here is my plan: I would like to lose 10 pounds by October 1st. Today is July 29th. That gives me ample time to lost the weight that I need to lose without having to break my back to do it.

Here are the stats (because if I put it out there, I'm committed to it):

128-Weight on wedding day

139-Ugh, weight when Patrick was conceived (happy fat)

135-Weight 4 weeks after Patrick was born

130-Weight in November of '08

123-Lowest summer weight '09

126-Average summer weight '09

130-Weight as of this morning....boo

How do I know all this? Perhaps I'm a little obsessive, but it's what I do: I weigh myself daily. I do get obsessive about eating habits and I try to be as healthy as I can. My weight any certain day dictates how strict or lenient I am when it comes to healthy or empty calories. I've fallen off the wagon the past few weeks and it seems to have caught up to me.

Fine, I admit it, this does sound obsessive. Hear me out, though. Here is the plan:

Step 1: 2 weeks of South Beach, Phase 1

The second step is to be determined. Let's focus on one thing at time.

I Need To Try Harder

I have been horrible about keeping up this blog. My intent was to update pretty regularily...and that obviously has not happened. To bring us all up to date:

Patrick just turned 17 months old. He's 17 months going on 3, I think. He's very vocal, learning new words every day still. Just last week I heard "Put shoes on?" and "Is that Mama? Where's Daddy?" all in the same day. He's getting it. Also, he's getting easier to reason with and certainly will listen and obey better when removed from a situation for a little pep-talk (thank you Katie Marsh.) He's our little light. I feel like I can be overly positive at times, and I promise not to always be that way in this blog, but it's true that Patrick is the joy in our lives. (Not that Adam and I don't adore each other---we do. It's just that we're closer because of a mutual love and adoration for this amazing little life we created.)

The other side of Patrick is that he's ornery. He keeps us going...and going...and going. Last night, I passed out so hard on the couch after I put him down that 1.) I don't remember laying down on the couch in the first place and 2.) I don't remember falling asleep. Adam woke me up around 10 and told me to go to bed. We're so exciting.

Adam and I have decided that it's definitely time for Baby Walden #2, so we're hoping for that blessing soon. I can't wait to fill this house until it's bursting, just to move to another house with a little more space..and maybe add one more, just because. To make room for a potential sibling, we've been on a hunt for bunk beds. Since we just paid for new floors, neither Adam nor I were too keen on the idea of spending a ton of money on Patrick's new room. Thanks to my cousin, Kerry...we don't have to. She gifted, GIFTED to us an enormous and very cool bunkbed that is going to cause Patrick to SCREAM when he sees it. I would have killed for this bed when I was little. Granted, he's still a little too young to fully appreciate it, but he will. I'm absolutely certain of it. I'll post pics of the new room as it comes along. I expect it to be ready in a couple of months. We're not breaking our backs to get it done immediately. Patrick just isn't ready for it yet.

Ugh. I'm tired. Very tired.

I'll update more later.