Uncle!

I don't know who I was kidding. I can't even manage to update my main blog regularly. So, I am so sorry to announce that I will no longer be maintaining my other blog about my journey back to health. I KNOW you are all so disappointed. Don't worry, that doesn't mean I have given up on dropping the baby weight and getting my body back into peak condition. I just don't plan on blogging about it regularly. That and quite frankly there was not much to post about.

I have vastly revamped my diet and am now exercising 5 days a week. And I have toyed with the same 5 pounds for two months. Quite frustrating. Something has to give though and it will not be me. Do you hear me body??? I refuse to give up!! Yeah, so take that.

On to Plan Q

It appears that the dress-up clothes and morning runs aren't helping Bubby with his impulse control issues at school. We're still getting notes home nearly every day. Last ditch effort is the Feingold diet. Hubby and I need to have a conversation first so that I can make sure he is 100% on board. If he's not, there is no use in even trying. It is labor intensive and it will require 150% commitment from all of us. If it means that we don't have to put our son on stimulants, then I am willing to try. This is the end of the road though. I don't see any other options.

Boys and drugs

Hubby and I had another fun filled day with the principal at Bubby's school. It is actually the first such meeting this year, but if his behavior doesn't change quickly, the punishments will get serious quickly.

His behavior is completely normal, only he does it at innapropriate times. He is a sweet, funny, smart, personable kid but does not have any impulse control. We have had many, many discussions and many years of trial and error on how to help him. In my mind, this is the end of the road. We have already picked the low hanging fruit and none worked. We are throwing everything at him, including changing his diet drastically. If this doesn't work, I just don't know what we'll do. This has to work.

We know many, many of his friends that are on drugs for ADD and I don't in any way judge their decisions. We have chosen not to medicate and are very uncomfortable with the idea. I am just so afraid that if this doesn't work, we will have exhausted all other options. He is capable of so much. We really want him to succeed and he really wants to succeed. This has to work.

Just one of those days

Do you ever have one of those days when you think you just can't do it one more time? Everything at work is irritating me. I am extremely thankful to have a job, but I just can't put up with all the BS that goes around one more day. I'm working from home today, but I desperately need a vacation. Could also have something to do with the fact that I'm on day 3 of South Beach and I am missing my fruit and wine and chocolate and bread....this detox is none too pleasant for me or those around me.

Karma bites

The accident I was involved in recently could have been avoided if either I was giving enough distance between myself and the car in front of me for the given weather conditions and or my vehicle was properly maintained. I learned from it and have been a safer driver since. I had to travel close to down town the other day to apply for my TWIC card. Another government mandate to 'help protect the safety of the American people'. Whatever. I was told I had to do it, so I did it.

On the drive home, I was traveling on a notoriously heavily policed freeway and was sure to mind my manners more than usual. I'm traveling behind a vehicle who is going the posted speed limit. A cop is off to the side, so the vehicle in front slows way down. I wait for the car on my right to pass and then move to the right hand lane. I do want to travel the speed limit. That car sees the cop and slows way down. Cop pulls off side of road and gets behind me and turns on his lights. I start moving over to let the cop pass. He keeps following so I pull off the freeway. I finally figure out he's pulling me over for some reason that I can not comprehend. I stay on the feeder, waiting for a place to pull off the road. He finally comes on the speaker telling me to pull over now. Whatever, was trying to keep this guy from getting killed by people exiting the freeway, but we'll do it his way.

So, the usual asking for license and insurance. He goes back to his car and when he comes back with the ticket asks if I was following the black BMW in front of me. I explain what happened and he cites me for following too closely and not using my blinker. The whole scene would not have happened without him sitting there waiting. I usually use my blinker, but apparently did not (of course how he saw that from his vantage point is another story entirely). My violations were not even on the preprinted top 8 violations and the cop had to right them in. What a total crock!!!!

All I can figure is this is karma for not getting a ticket for the accident. That and a total racket to raise money for the city.

What a week!

Clients meeting that lasted all day, even through lunch. Evenings spent completing my accounting for the businesses and pulling together all the documents for taxes. Met with the tax advisor. Also had to plan and execute the plan for a Super Bowl party.

I'm glad that week is over!!! Though the party was fun...will post pics soon.