Sometimes, a swift kick in the arse is EXACTLY what you need!

So it has been a little while since I have done a blog and an even longer one since I have done a WW one. I'm still going, but have been struggling for quite awhile now. I could sit here and say it has been due to this or that but when you come right down to it, any reason I could give for NOT doing what needs to be done would be just an excuse. All this became abundantly clear during a recent conversation (that's a nice way of putting it) between my husband and myself. I don't even remember how it all came about, I just remember me being pissy and saying something about not feeling like I had any support (which really is a big crock of crap) and him calmly telling me that they (him and the kids) do support me. Now since I'm miserable and pissy, the last thing I want is for you to be calm and happy damn it so I said some other stuff which I can not even remember and he replied without a not so calm reply of "Nanc, we DO support you but when was the last time YOU wrote anything down? Weighed/measured out what you were putting on your plate? I can't make you do it or do it for you!"

It was like he bent me over and gave me a good swift kick in the arse with his steel-toed workboot.

He was right! (God I never thought I'd see me type that ever - and if you ever tell him I said it, I will deny it)

You either have to "shit or get off the pot."

In the past, a part of the WW spiel has been about positive self talk and while great in theory, sometimes the "there-thereing" you get from others and even yourself when people are trying to be supportive, really isn't as helpful as a bitchslap to the side of the head and a smarten the F up! And while I'm sure I was pissed off but what my husband said, I knew he was right somewhere deep inside, so decided against killing him in his sleep and hiding the body. (Although I bet I could get a load of activity points dragging him around and digging a hole)

Needless to say, last week was a really good week (each and every day which is something I haven't been able to say for awhile) and when I stepped on the scale Tuesday I was down 2.8 pounds (I'd skipped the week before) bringing my total FINALLY past the 25 pounds marker to a grand total of 26.3 pounds lost!

Hurray for kicks in the arse!

Sunday Outting

Just wanted to share some recent photos of the drive we took on Sunday, July 3. Hubby wanted to go check out the new aquarium in St. Andrew's but it isn't finished yet so we drove up to St. George to check out the St. George Gorge (and grab a pic of an ancestor's gravemarker). It's a shame that they do not utilize the old building you see on the lefthand side of the photo. We went up to the top part but you can only get so far before it is locked up and fenced in.

My kids who, of course, weren't to keen on the idea of jumping in a vehicle and spending the day with their *GASP* parents really enjoyed the scenery and according to my son "this is awesome!"

Since we had to pass it to come home, we stopped into Lepreau on the way home to check for some other ancestors and came across this little spot.