As you may know our summer is chock full of baseball.
The boy's team did really well and took first place in their conference. They went 15-2. The all-star team is doing ok. They had a rough weekend in La Crosse, every team they played seemed to have one good hitting inning and killed our momentum. Their last tournament is this weekend.
While we were in La Crosse we took in a Logger game. Peanut Butter found a new friend.
She thought the Logger Dog was Scooby Doo, we tried to explain to her who he was, but just ened up saying he was Scooby's brother Logger Doo.
We stayed for the fireworks, usually PB isn't too hot on them, but she covered her ears and really enjoyed them.
Last weekend I went to Hurley because we were having a high school softball reunion. It was a good time. It was nice to see some people I hadn't seen in a long time. Peanut Butter was snapping pictures throughout the hall of fame induction. It was the only thing that would keep her busy.
A self portrait.
She got to throw candy during the parade and had a lot of fun. Of course I forgot my camera for that. I will say that riding by myself with Miss PB for 4+ hours is a very long ride.
Yep, that's me sometime in the beginning part of June. I have been having huge body issues, probably because I have huge body issues. I have been working to loose weight since Peanut Butter was born. I did extremely well in the beginning probably losing around 60 or so pounds and then I hit the plateau and then I creeped back upward. I did this while exercising and felt like I was banging my head against the wall when I wasn't getting anywhere. A friend at work and I discuss what workouts we do and such and I was telling her what I do and she said why aren't you losing a ton of weight and then I said it. "I eat through every calorie I burn." She said she looks at the treadmill and how many calories she burns and says, I am not eating anything that will destroy what work I just did. I mulled this over for a few days, along with her asking me if I wanted to do a 5k, and thought, "crap, I really need to put my priorities in order here. I cannot keep eating a box of milk duds because I did the Shred today. I cannot be pissed that I am not losing any weight when I am not changing more of my bad habits."
I have really been working on my eating habits. I have been trying to be very portion conscious and have been trying to eat more protein and fiber. Apples and real peanut butter are now my milk duds and cookies. It also helps that I have been short on cash and cannot afford to buy the crap. I have really been working on my running. I used to have the mind set, just get me through this mile and I'll be good. I now hate when I walk at a mile. I have basically given up trying to run with the jogger too. It has become way to hard with PB because one, she weighs a lot more than last year, and two, she won't sit so I am constantly stopping to let her out or back in. This has limited my options to running when J is home or the Y has child care. It was very different for me to actually run with out the jogger and I was surprised at how much the interval training on the treadmill has given my endurance a kick in the hinder. I have also been putting more into the Shred actually focusing on the moves instead of trying to get through the sucker. I comment to J that I was starting to get some guns and he laughed. Sigh, what can I do.
Today I was on the treadmill and it sucked, I couldn't get a speed, I was way to worried about time and miles and why the close caption wasn't working. I did get 3 miles in in 36 min, running and walking, which is my PR right now, but I wasn't happy with it. I ended up walking another 10 min since I had to see if USA hockey would beat Russia in the Lake Placid Olympics. And then cleaned up my machine sobbing because they did. Yes, I had seen Miracle before, but it always gets me. So anyway, I wanted to get something out of my trip to the Y, so I went and weighed myself and did a little dance when I got off the scale. It is moving, and moving in the right direction. Maybe if the closed caption had been working when this speech was on I would have done better, but now I will just have to remember it is my time now.
I have also been trying to work on J, but he came home the other day with a huge store brand bag of sugar smacks trying to explain the healthiness of the 11 added vitamins and minerals, yet getting pissy when I read the first three ingredients: sugar, wheat, corn syrup. Sigh, it is going to take a lot.
Well, I'm back. I haven't felt much like blogging as of late. We seem to be on the go quite a bit so sitting down to do an actual post has been tough. Peanut Butter has also discovered the wonderful games of Sesame Street online and has taken over the computer. I have also been scrapbooking in my free time rather than sit online, which is why one day you may get a bunch of comments from me as I catch up now and then. The ease and accessibility of facebook has been my main way of keeping up. If I could blog from my cell phone, I probably would post more, since there are hours I sit at ballparks doing nothing waiting for the games to start. Speaking of which.....
We've been watching a lot of baseball. I have actually been able to watch games since PB has been pretty good as far as staying close and playing with other kids.
This also means I have been getting a lot of sun and am full of freckles. I always think my face is dirty when I look in the mirror, but it isn't just freckles. I have been trying to be better with the sun screen and haven't been sun burnt very bad yet this summer which is a record I think.
Peanut Butter is trying to set the record for most days in a row that a princess dress has been worn.
The Tiana dress has taken a beating this summer and is almost ready for retirement. PB has asked for me to make her a new one. I am deciding what/how I am going to do that. Target is seeming like a better option.
Well, enough for now, I will catch up some more tomorrow hopefully. PB needs to get to bed.
BTW I am still figuring out sizing for photos through Photobucket, bear with me.
