Tag: life as I know it

The Giant Barn Swing Diet Plan

Posted on April 22, 2015 by Mama

So week number two has come and gone, and while not nearly as impressive as week one, these past seven days were still successful (and that was with a three-day trip to Branson, MO). Okay, so I had a little help with the Branson Trip. . . Just let me say, that Silver Dollar City giant barn swing ride is not my friend.

After riding that silly swing, I felt dizzy and nauseous all at the same time. After an hour with my head on a nearby table, I finally decided to make a shot for the hotel but only made it part way up the hill –you know right where all the funnel cakes, turkey legs and pork rinds are being made (normally one of my favorite spots), and thankfully the placement of a certain restroom facility was right on target.

Needless to say, the rest of my day was shot and Goldfish crackers were about all I ate, other than a yummy looking salad for dinner that met the same fate as my breakfast. Yikes, no wonder my metabolism is in slow-mo, I think I might be “maturing.”

The Weight is Over. . . Seriously. No, Really. This Time I Mean It.

Posted on April 15, 2015 by Mama

So you might remember “The Weight is Over” series I started about a year and a half ago, about losing weight and keeping it off. Well I’m happy to report that I lost over 12 pounds during that few months. What I’m not so happy about is that unfortunately it all somehow found it’s way back home. Yikes!! So you guessed it, I’m revisiting the series in hopes that I can re-lose the weight and then some, keep it off for. . . well, eternity (I’m aiming big here) and let the simple task of blogging my progress hold me accountable for it all.

After our family trip to Arkansas for Easter just over a week ago, I made the “mistake” of stepping on the bathroom scale. It was not pretty. I knew I ate well, but not quite that well. I guess the Peeps went to my thighs and everywhere in between. One of my cousins, nieces, aunts, whatever did make the comment that Easter was just like Thanksgiving but with dyed eggs; and believe me, I ate like it was Thanksgiving, like the last Thanksgiving I might ever get to eat.

So here begins my new quest toward healthy living (as I write this just after downing a chili cheese coney from the local hot dog stand). Seriously, I mean it this time. I plan to lose 25 pounds by the end of the year, and they are so not invited back to this fat bottom girl again. I plan to weigh in each week and post my results right here at Small Talk Mama — the good, the bad and the just plain sad. Just so you know, words of encouragement are appreciated and words of advice are welcomed, but please keep those negative vibes all to yourself.

So here’s the stats for the first week of weight loss: minus three pounds!! Okay, so most of that was excessive Easter weight from SweeTart chicks and chocolate bunnies, but it’s a good way to begin and I’m going with it. Of course, you’ll want to tune in next week to see how the hot dog treated me.

Uppity Easter Softball Taught Me a Thing or Two

Posted on April 7, 2015 by Mama

Well, another Easter in the hollow has come and gone, but we had a great time in Blue Jay with loads of family and fun (and I have dozens of photos to prove it). We made a long weekend out of the holiday celebration and managed to cram in two entire days full of playing, eating and visiting with family.

We dyed and hunted Easter eggs, played multiple games of Scrabble, played croquet, bashed a chick-shaped piñata and even got up an impromptu game of softball in the cow pasture. Ah, how we have progressed through the years — we actually used old burlap sacks instead of cow patties for the bases this year. How’s that for uppity?

After not playing softball since I got married almost 12 years ago, I have to tell you that I learned a few new things about the game this year. First, I never realized that playing softball took so many muscle parts to pull it off. I am so sore from head to toe that I’m either going to have to start playing more regularly or permanently retire my bat and glove. Since I don’t see the latter as a viable alternative, it looks like I’ll be hunting up a few folks for a rec team soon. Run while you can.

Secondly, I still got it, but I shouldn’t get it in cute little crop pants. I think I stopped every ball that headed toward me, but I’m not looking forward to washing the green smudges and mud spots off my knees. I liked getting dirty so much better when I wasn’t the one shouting out the stains.

Lastly, when you play softball over the age of 40, a bathroom break is required after you run the bases. In fact, I probably could have used one before I rounded third. . . but who cares when you’re focused on home.

All in all, it was a wonderful weekend for family and I have a fabulous family to celebrate. Days like these make it so easy to thank God for His blessings and for His sacrifice.

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