Pounds, Poop, and Procrastination

Total Weight Loss:

Brandon: 40.4 pounds
Me: 29.8 pounds

That's right! As of yesterday...

...Brandon only has 5 pounds left before he hits goal weight (which I think is just lousy, because in my gut I feel if he loses 5 more pounds he'll wither away to nothing. He should be done!) and I only have 7.2 pounds left before I hit my goal weight! It's kind of surreal to see this type of progress. We've been doing this now for 6 months, and yet it doesn't feel like such a big deal anymore. What I mean, is that it doesn't feel hard. Our lifestyle has changed so much that eating healthy and being good about it is almost second nature. But I already talked about this, so I won't bore you here.

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So, at dinnertime, I was talking with #1 about her stomachache at school. This happens occasionally and I asked if she was being regular (you know, pooping and all). This led to a short discussion on making sure the girls drank enough water during the day.


Fast forward to bedtime. #2, the manipulator that she is, comes out of her room.
Brandon: "What do you need, #2?"
#2: "My poop is having a really hard time coming out and it hurts."
We look at each other trying not to laugh.
Me: "What?"
#2: "My poop won't come out."
I knew exactly where this was headed, but I played along.
Me: "What do you want us to do?"
#2 is quiet.
"#2, if you want a drink of water, just ask for one! Hurry up and get one."
She laughed and ran down the stairs to the kitchen.

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I've gotten behind on a lot of things lately. Being sick will do that, but I realized lately that I'm behind on a lot more than simple chores, and it has so much more to do with my mind and soul then with my physical health. Those scrapbooks I promised to get done when my children were born? Lying in wait. Those pictures I should have hung in our master bedroom when we moved here 11 months ago? Still on the floor. That friend I keep meaning to email? It's been months. Those exercise pants I need to buy? The backyard I need to clean out? The food storage I need to accumulate? The pants I need to sew? Those birthdays I didn't want to forget? The Visiting Teaching I wanted to get done? The stories I long to write? The playdates I meant to have? The missionaries needing letters? The women I long to share the Gospel with? Those sections of scriptures I want to read? All my best laid plans to encourage my children to learn kindness, math, geography, sharing, and a sense of awe and love? The weekend away Brandon and I promised each other?
And yet, I always find time to blog.
I need to stop procrastinating. It is one of my worst sins.