After Missouri's balmy temps for the last week it's about to get really, really freaking cold. I'm not upset about this. I enjoy cold weather. I like to bundle up under blankets (yes, Erin, I know I do that in the summer too, lol) I like to cook big pots of chili and chicken and dumplings and drink hot chocolate. Basically the summer months are like torture for me and the only reason I put up with Missouri summers, (which are like living in a bowl of chicken soup for half of the year) is that I love my family and this is home. If it were up to me I'd have lots of money and transplant the whole family to Washington or Oregon, or Alaska...maybe not Alaska, 4 dollars a gallon is enough for milk thank you.
So anyway the cold is coming and I'm actually pretty happy about it. I don't know why but when it is unseasonable I start thinking it's the end of days or something. I get a little wiggy when things aren't like they are supposed to be. Cold in the summer, warn in the winter, OM MY GOD WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!!! that sort of thing.
I have decided that I am not waiting until after little mister shows up to get back on my plan. I can spend the next 8 weeks bitching about being fat, or I can return to the habits that helped me lose it all to begin with. This starts today. I'm going back to breakfasts and lunches that are easy and predictable. I'm going to have to add to my intake to accommodate for the increased calorie demands of the baby but he'll be alright getting an extra 300 of skim milk and fruit; rather than fudge and perogies, am I right? I think I'm right.
I went grocery shopping last night and got some slim fast, fruit and egg whites. I'm almost over the cold/flu/plague that I've been battling and this is going to be a good week. Hey, and I'm pretty excited about this, tomorrow will be my blog's 2 year anniversary. 2 years of writing, wow maybe I oughtta try doing this professionally, ha!