Spaghetti, Weight Watchers, and Mommy busts her butt

Nadine is quite the strange little princess. Yesterday we had spaghetti for lunch because I had made spaghetti the night before and her stomach was off. Spaghetti is one of her favorite foods and you can NEVER go wrong serving it to her, so when she asked me to make it again, I obliged. She comes over to me and jumps in my lap, and I’m just grateful for the cuddles, you know? She’s stopped wanting to sleep with me , so I’m usually more than desperate for cuddles. Once in my lap she gives me this huge hug and tells me that she loves my "new" spaghetti (meaning the one I made according to WW rules). I ask why and she tells me "it’s not all greasy and it tastes the best I’ve had in my whole life". She’s not given to bouts of hyperbole at all...

I tell you all of this to say that I was really worried when I started Weight Watchers that the girls wouldn’t like it and I’d be fixing 2 meals at a time. They *love* the new food. They are wanting water and not juice the majority of the time. I’m amazed how quickly they are starting to like healthy foods and really energized by it. They still get 2% milk and good fats and treats, but I’m impressed with how they’re taking the change. They usually aren’t good with change, but they’re going with this one, which is great because I lost another 2.9 pounds this week and am really jazzed about Weight Watchers.

If it weren’t in such a private location I’d show the massive black bruise I got from the treadmill. In a graceful manner only I could pull off, I tripped over my own feet and busted my hip against the corner of the girls’ bookshelf. The girls were more concerned with whether Mommy had broken the bookshelf than they were with whether Mommy broke her hip. The bruise is about the size of a 3x5 index card, and when Nadine saw it yesterday she told me "that’s the worst bo bo I ever did see". I asked if she’d kiss it, and she looked at me like I was stupid and proceeded to blow it a kiss and ask if the bo bo caught it. Well, it’s the size of my hand; how could she have missed it?

BTW, Dean managed to ask if I was injured before cracking up laughing at me...