March Update

It's that time again!  March has not been nearly as exciting in the weight loss department as January and February were.  There are a bunch of factors contributing to this:
- I haven't been as diligent at counting my calories;
- I've had some "binge" days;
- It was my birthday at the end of February and then it was time to celebrate the end of our busy season, and then there were people up from the States to visit for work and we had to go out;
- I've hit a plateau after losing so much weight in 2 months;
- blah, blah, blah.

Either way, I am down 34 lbs since starting my weight loss journey in January.  I think that's pretty awesome!  I've been feeling not so awesome lately though since I've been gaining and losing the same pound for the last week or so.  I've also hit a slightly awkward phase with my wardrobe where some of the clothes that I thought were really cute and I looked good on me a month ago now don't fit me the same way.  This is excellent, don't get me wrong I'm totally stoked that my clothes are getting too big, but it took me 15 minutes and about 10 outfit changes to decide what to wear to work this morning!  That's a little ridiculous for me :)  I know, boo-hoo for me.

So what happened to me after work today made me feel pretty great and was just what I needed.  I was walking up to Wal-Mart to pick up some gauze for Jay's thumb and some milk and was totally in my grocery shopping mode (sort of like "in the zone" and super focused on the task at hand).  After crossing in front of an SUV to reach the storefront I heard a "woo woo" whistle behind me.  I glanced back and the driver had the window rolled down and was looking at me (he was about my age and not terribly hard on the eyes).  I was shocked and glanced around, but there was no one else there, so I can only assume that the whistle was directed at me.  WHAT?!?!?!?!?  No one has ever whistled like that at me.  Granted, I did have a pair of my Yummy Mummy heels on, and I have my new haircut, and I had my sunglasses on, and I was wearing work clothes instead of yoga pants and flip flops ... but I'm still shocked.  So I smiled, continued walking into the store, commenced to giggling like a little school girl and did the only sensible thing ... I called Kelly and told her that I didn't know what to do with myself!

So the moral of my day is that although I'm not feeling like my hard work is paying off what matters most is how you I see myself (even if I do need to look through someone else's eyes every so often).

And here are the new pics from today.  I apologize that I'm not looking very modelesque.  Paxton wanted to stand right in front of me in all of them so I kept moving him and Jay kept taking the pictures before I was posed again.  My hair is also messed up because I'd gone for a massage prior to my trip to Wal-Mart.  Gah!

Me in my heels! 

Without the jacket 

And for comparison:

January 2011 

January 2012 

February 2012

So I decided ...

... that since my body is looking different that I needed to do something with my hair.  And today was the day.  I went and got it hi-lited and a bunch cut off.  It's probably going to take a few days to get used to it, but so far everyone seems to like it.  What do you think?

And on a side note, apparently I am some sort of an albino.  When I got my hair done today, the stylist said, "I really like the blonde on you.  It adds some color to your face."  That's the same thing the stylist said when I went brown last year. 

So the only conclusion I can come to is that my natural hair color drains all color from my face therefore making me an albino :)

You think so, eh?

Jay's got a pretty decent head cold today so he's not feeling too awesome.  While we were attempting to watch a movie (as much as you can with a 2 year old flitting and stomping and careening around the house) my Mom called.  At the exact same moment Paxton started crying up in his room so I headed up to see what was going on.  Apparently it was nothing major because he stopped crying as soon as I asked him if he wanted to talk to Grammy.

Anyway, while I was on the phone Jay relocated to our bedroom to wait until I was done and Paxton had found him there.  I went in to lay on the bed with them, and that's when the comedian arrived.  Paxton informed me that he wanted to "sleep in the big bed with Daddy."  So I asked him, "where is Mommy going to sleep if your're in the big bed?"  "You go sleep in my bed." he informed me with his most serious tone.  Jay and I looked at each other and started laughing.  In the meantime, Paxton cuddled down under the blankets and when he saw I hadn't immediately gone to his bed he repeated, "Mommy.  Go sleep in my bed!"

Well, alrighty then.  I'm guessing it's not going to be too comfy since Paxton's still in his crib!  What a goofy boy I have!