And WHY Can't I Drink at Work?

Dear Annoying Co-Workers,

I am glad you find it necessary to comment on my weight and/or choices of breakfast foods. I appreciate being called fat in all your creative ways. Thank you for informing of every calorie I have eaten for the day, and how much a healthy weight for me is. (And your reasoning that the taller you are, the LESS you should weigh, is infallible.) Also, I love how you are BOTH fatter than I am.

Thank you for commenting about my STILL breastfeeding to anyone who will listen. I'm so glad my boobs are so interesting to you. They are real, and they are spectacular, so I can understand how not obsessing about them would be hard.

I love walking on egg shells because of all the mood swings in our little slice of heaven (aka: The Pickle Jar). I especially enjoy walking into the office and getting a dirty look because I almost hit you with the door when you happen to be standing too close to it. Not only is it a great place to loiter, it would make no sense to say "Excuse me" when you can scowl and hurmpf around.

I hope you all will extend your pleasant personalities to our new co-worker, Helen Wait. She will be dealing with all my inter-office issues from now on, so if you need something from me, you can just go to Helen Wait.

Love,

Your BFF (aka: The Bizzle Who Is No Longer Putting Up With Your Crap This Week)

PS- Sweet Moonpie, my friend in all things hilarious, confidant, and fellow chocolate thief, you know you are not included in this. You rule.

RunHer? I barely KnowHer!

I am going to a Women's Running Club meeting tonight. I am not kidding.
I am really, really nervous about it! I looked at the website and everyone is so fit and trim and looks they run everyday all day long. I have not run in YEARS. But once upon a time I was a runner, and I would like to be again. Actually, I don't really care if I am a runner, but I want to look as faboosh as runners look, so I am willing to make the sacrifice. Luckily, my hubby has agreed to go with me to the kick-off. They are having a 30-minute group run and then an after-party with burgers and beer. I like the second part...
I'm hoping there are all kinds of women, some of which that might be as un-fit as I am. Maybe I could start a spin-off fat girls running club. Although we would probably skip the running altogether and just do the burgers and beer. We probably need those skinny chicks around to motivate us.
So, I am doing something completely out of my comfort zone in order to be healthy and set a good example for my son. He loves riding in his jogging stroller (so far used for walking) and pretty girls, so he will be happy. Let's hope I don't drop out before the burgers.

Blog etiquette

I've realized I still don't really get this whole blogging thing. What is the etiquette? I follow several blogs by people I have never met, but I find fascinating. So should I comment on their posts, or is that stalker-esque? Is it rude to not comment? Am I being a voyeur?
Also, I love how people do fun theme days- like Random Thought Tuesday, and Wordless Wednesdays. Should I participate or am I a wanna-be?
I don't understand. Somebody help me.

I'm just going to say it...

I am sick of breastfeeding. Actually, it's not the breastfeeding I'm sick of. It's the pumping. Oh goodness, the pumping!! I feel like I am chained to it. If we want to go out to lunch at work, I have to time it around pumping. Same for meetings. Today I have an out-of-office meeting, and have to leave straight from that to get my boy and take us both to the doctor. I'm hoping he won't have eaten, so I can nurse him rather than have to worry about finding some time in there to pump. Don't get me wrong, I think breastfeeding is awesome, and I am super proud of myself for sticking with it, especially becauase I do work full time and it would have been easy to quit. Now, talk to me in a few months when he's weaned, and see if I'm not a basketcase because my baby isn't breastfeeding anymore. The grass is always greener...

I am so tired of being overweight. I have the best of intentions, but I run out of time to exercise (great excuse, right?) and eating junk is SO MUCH TASTIER than eating ruffage. I tried swimsuits on this weekend, which one would think would make me want to get serious about it. I have 3 weeks before the beach, and I would love to lose 10 pounds (I would REALLY love to lose 20 pounds, but I am going to be half-way realistic about this whole thing). I think if I stop eating like a cow, and do some physical activity, it might be possible. What a novel idea!! I think I'll write a book.

I'm going to eat my delicious breakfast of berries (yum, they really do look delish) and low-sodium V8 (less so...)
Cheers to not being a fatty fatty 2x4 anymore!

How Do I Love Wii...

I have a new Wii Fit. AND a new EA Sports Active. I love them more than a grown woman should. What I do not love: everytime I log into Wii Fit, it says "Ohhh... You're overweight." Thanks, Wii. Because the fact that I sweat and breathe heavily when I play videogames (are they still called that?) wasn't clue enough.
I love it so much, that when my husband suggested we turn our guest room into a Wii "workout" room, I was on board from the git-go. Who needs guests, when you have a Wii to encourage you and tell you how awesome you are at side-to-side jump-lunge-kicks?
I can barely walk up the stairs at work. So yes, Wii, I am overweight. But I am eating more fruits and vegetables than you can shake a stick at, and doing my Wii Active workouts religiously. Look out, Wii, pretty soon you'll be telling me I'm of average weight. And I can't wait!!

Layin' It Out

So all the other blogs I read have super cute layouts, and I am jealous. I can't really figure it out, though. I stole some breastfeeding badges from Sarah, and starting browsing website with FREE layouts. I don't love this one, but it'll do until I find one I do love. Besides, it's almost time to go home!

Virgin Blogger

I am such a blogging nerd, I actually Googled "clever blog names." There were no helpful results, hence, my less-then-clever blog title.
I don't really know what I will blog about. I would put money on it being mostly about my 7-month-old son. Or maybe swine flu, considering that is all I have heard about for the past 2 days. It's the nature of the biz, I 'spose.
Well, that was painless enough. I hope it was as good for you as it was for me.