Alright how many of you have choked over your water reading the title to this blog? Hehe

Well, it’s true!  Turns out Tim has a mistress and I couldn’t be happier.  Last night while I was on the treadmill he came in and he was smiling and trying to hold back his laughter.  I asked him what he wanted and he said that our neighbor Jason wanted to see me.  Befuddled with what Jason would want I hopped off the treadmill and want walking out to the living room.  Here is how the conversation went:

Me:  Hey Jason, what’s up?

Jason: I am sorry to bother you Anj and I feel really dumb, but I came over to talk to Tim to see what happened with you guys.

 Me: What happened?  What do you mean?

Jason:  Well, I know it was none of my business but I thought you and Tim split up or that he had someone on the side.  I feel like such a fool.

Me: Why would you think Tim would have “someone on the side?”

Jason:  Well, I have been in Florida taking care of some family business and when I came back there was this strange person with Tim.  I always like the two of you so I was a little concerned.  That’s when Tim told me that he wasn’t with a stranger, but with you.  You have changed so much since I saw you a couple of months ago that I didn’t even recognize you.  I am so embarrassed and I guess this will teach me to keep my nose where it belongs.  You look great by the way.

Me (laughing): Jason, if you ever wanna come over and tell me how different I look that you think I was someone else, you and your nose are welcome here any time!

Jason leaves with proverbial tail between his legs.

Tim turns, wraps his arms around me and says how much he enjoys having his wife be his mistress.  LOL!

Have a great Thursday everyone!!!

A couple of weeks ago I posted a blog about hitting the big 4-0 before I hit the big 3-0.  To summarize, it was a blog about how proud I was to lose 40 pounds before I turned thirty and how I couldn’t wait to hit the 50 pound mark.  My buddy, Flo, posted a comment about how she thought I looked great now and didn’t think I needed to lose anymore.  Flo, you don’t know it, but that made me really sit back and think.  I have my goal set at 135 lbs, but why?  Because that’s what the “ideal” weight is on the BMI index.  That’s why.  What if that’s not MY ideal weight?  What if I am at MY ideal weight?  How the heck will I know what I feel MY ideal weight is?  Geez, Flo, you sure did give me alot to think about! 

Here is what I have decided, I am going to leave my goal weight were it is, 135 pounds.  That’s 22 pounds away.  I may find along the way that I don’t want to lose that much, who knows.  When I started with Buddyslim I never thought I would have come as far as I have.  I am not losing the weight for vanity reasons (althought I have this darned swimsuit challenge looming), but for health reasons.  That doesn’t mean that I have to be at an “ideal” weight to be healthy, right?

Anyway, enough of this rambling because I’m sure I’m jumping all over the place and not making sense anymore.  I just wanted to send out a thank you to Flo and to all of my other buddies for their comments on my blogs, their support in the forums, and their booster notes.  You never know what you might say to someone that is going to turn their day, week, month or even life around.  I encourage everyone to grab a buddy and share a smile with them today. 

This was sitting in my email box to greet me this morning.  I thought I would share because it sounded kind of fun:

 

Power Up with a Power Label JORGE’S DAILY FIT TIP By Jorge Cruise, LifeScript Fitness Coach Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Sometimes we brand ourselves with humorous yet self-destructive catch-phrases. For you to achieve your ideal body, you should create what I like to call a “power label” for yourself that gets you excited about exercising and eating well. Think about it. Too many people unconsciously label themselves in ways that make them feel bad: overeater, couch potato, sugarholic, meat-and-potatoes guy, over the hill, or big as a house. The human brain is such a powerful instrument that you will eventually become whatever you label yourself. To combat these negative associations, I want you to think of a new, positive power label for yourself. Pick a favorite fitness activity or healthful food you love, and make it part of your new identity. New monikers could include “running renegade,” “broccoliholic,” or “pilates powerhouse.” Your power label will serve as a daily self-affirmation that’ll keep you mega-motivated!

Now post your power label!  I am still thinking about mine and will post as soon as I come up with something that really fits.  Can’t wait to hear from all of you!

Last night I finally stopped talking and started doing.  Somehow in all of that I ended up comitting to a kickboxing class!  I thought it might be fun, but do not know anyone who has ever done it.  So if you have any feedback I would love for you to share the good, the bad, and the downright ugly with me it would be greatly appreciated because now I’m having second thoughts. :( 

 Thanks buddies!

It was rainy and cold yesterday and I spent 5 hours out in the nasty weather getting chilled to the bone.  Wondering why?  To get my motorcycle license!  Yep, that’s right, I passed my test yesterday and got my license!!!  Woohoo!  Hope everyone had a great weekend and are ready for another great week

Hi again!  For all of you that have been keeping Kama in your thoughts and prayers due to her financial situation with the student loans, she wishes to send each and every one of you a huge THANK YOU!  The good vibes and the prayers have reached the right ears and she got an answer at lunch time today that clears the path for her!!  Anyway, she is hoping to be on later but asked me to send a thank you your way!!!

Good Morning and happy Friday to all out there in Buddyland.  This will be a short and sweet blog today.  I just had to share that as of this morning I have lost 41 pounds!  When I started this journey back in January I never would have thought that I could lose 40 pounds before my 30th birthday at the end of July.  Now, I am trying to figure out why I can’t hit the big 5-0 before then.  Hmmmm, I can’t think of any reason why it can’t happen so watch out 5-0…I am on my way

Over the past week or so I have noticed that my motivation was really slipping.  The early morning dates with the treadmill have now become another chance to hit the snooze button.  The dumbbells that used to keep me company in the shower, now hold down the lid to the dog food.  Sooooo, I took a look at things today and decided it’s been too long since I went in search of some new motivational quotes.  I was going to share a few, but if you don’t mind I might as well share them all!  But I must apologize in advance as I was just going to use these for myself, I did not write down who actually said them to give them credit.

 No matter who you are, no matter what you do, you absolutely, positively have the power to change.

To lengthen your life, shorten your meals.

No one can make you feel inferior without your consent

Never, ever, ever give up!

Winners are dreamers that never give up

Eat for the body you want, not the body you have

Being defeated is often a temporary condition.  Giving up is what makes it permanent.

It’s a lack of faith that makes people afraid of meeting challenges, and I believe in myself

You can’t change the past, but you can change the future

There is no strength without struggle

Success is the ability to go from one failure to the next with no loss of enthusiasm

The greater the obstacle, the more glory in overcoming it

It’s never too late to be what you might have been

When you look in the mirror you are looking at the problem.  You are also looking at the solution.

If a problem is not caused by food, food can’t solve it

The train to success usually runs on the track of determination

If you always do what you always did, you’ll always get what you always got

Shoot for the moon…even if you miss,  you’ll land among the stars

 And finally, my favorite~

The tiger can’t change her spots.  No, wait, she did!  Good for her!

This is for the mothers who have sat up

all night with sick toddlers in their arms,

wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer

wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying,

‘It’s okay honey, Mommy’s here.’

Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies who can’t be comforted.

This is for all the mothers who show up at

work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains

on their blouses and diapers in their purse.

For all the mothers who run carpools and

make cookies and sew Halloween costumes.

And all the mothers who DON’T.

This is for the mothers who gave birth to

babies they’ll never see. And the mothers

who took those babies and gave them homes.

This is for the mothers whose priceless art

collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors.

And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at football or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their cars.
And that when their kids asked,‘Did you see me, Mom?’they could say,‘Of course, I wouldn’t

have missed it for the world,’and mean it.

This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead, but realize how child abuse happens.

This is for all the mothers who sat down with

their children and explained all about making

babies. And for all the (grand)mothers who

wanted to, but just couldn’t find the words.

This is for all the mothers who go

hungry, so their children can eat.

For all the mothers who read ‘Goodnight,

Moon’ twice a night for a year. And then

read it again, ‘Just one more time.’

This is for all the mothers who taught

their children to tie their shoelaces before

they started school. And for all the mothers

who opted for Velcro instead.

This is for all the mothers who teach their sons

to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.

This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little voice calls‘Mom?’

in a crowd, even though they know their

own offspring are at home — or even away

at college — or have their own families.

This is for all the mothers who sent their kids

to school with stomach aches, assuring them

they’d be just FINE once they got there, only

to get calls from the school nurse an hour later

asking them to please pick them up. Right away.

This is for mothers whose children have gone

astray, who can’t find the words to reach them.

For all the mothers who bite their lips until they

bleed when their 14 year olds dye their hair green.

For all the mothers of the victims of

recent school shootings, and the mothers

of those who did the shooting.

For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.

This is for all the mothers who taught their

children to be peaceful, and now pray

they come home safely from a war.

This is for all the mothers whose children have died before them and pray they can survive another day without them.

What makes a good mother anyway?

Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips?
The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and

sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time?

Or is it in her heart?
Is it the ache she feels when she

watches her son or daughter disappear

down the street, walking to school alone

for the very first time?

The jolt that takes her from sleep to

dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M.to put

her hand on the back of a sleeping baby?

The panic, years later, that comes again

at 2 A.M.when she just wants to hear

their key in the door and know they

are safe again in her home?

Or the need to flee from wherever she is

and hug her child when she hears news

of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?

The emotions of motherhood are

universal and so our thoughts are for

young mothers stumbling through diaper

changes and sleep deprivation…

And for mature mothers learning to let go.

For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.

Single mothers and married mothers.

Mothers with money, mothers without.

This is for you all. For all of us…

Hang in there. In the end we can

only do the best we can. Tell them

every day that we love them And pray

and never stop being a mother…