A Little Shaky

June 17th, 2008

I’m having a heckuva time getting back into the swing of things. I’m so accustomed to working day and night on the computer, and now that I don’t have to our routine has drastically changed. I forgot my scale picture this morning, although I did not forget to weigh. I was 206.5 - OUCH.

We had FHE last night, for the very first time. We have been married almost 6 years and have a 5 year old son, and have never had an actual FHE. So we rented the first Indiana Jones from ‘81, and sat down with a huge bowl of popcorn and loads of “movie” candy we bought on sale at Ralph’s. Big mistake, for a few reasons: Indiana Jones somehow obtained a PG rating. Interesting, considering in the first 5 minutes a man is gruesomely impaled on spikes from head to groin. Oh yes, let’s not forget the ghosts that melt your face off and make your head explode at the end. Oh! And of course we also have thousands of snakes suitable for your little one’s greatest nightmares to date. PG my ass.

I hadn’t seen the movie since I was a small child and couldn’t remember anything about it. DH did remember but for some reason thought our little guy could handle it. Just because our parents allowed us to be terrorized when we were small doesn’t mean we need to return the favor. Looking back on some of the things I was allowed to watch (and my Mother was an ultra-conservative evangelical Christan), I think I’d rather my son hear “damn” in a PG movie these days than see so much violence. We’re going to stick to the Lego version of Indy on PS3 from this point.

Actually going to the movies out here costs twice as much as Texas (but I still think Kung Fu Panda was worth it), so we’re loving Netflix even more now. Not to mention that we know absolutely no one yet, so there are no date nights in our near future, which would have been for movies like The Happening and Wanted. *sigh*

So the candy was not nice to me, but I deserved it. I have a weakness for Hot Tamales. Given what they do to the scale, I can see myself becoming a lot stronger and resisting their evil goodness from this point on.

I biked my pitiful 5 blocks with the boy in tow, and now I’m sitting here huffing and puffing, cursing Hot Tamales and my general fatness. I can only hope that that 5 blocks will give me a little loving on the scale tomorrow morning. That and my trusty carrot sticks.

Hey - a girl can dream.

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