Piglen Tiny Baby

When my niece then age 3 found out I was going to have a baby she named the baby "Piglen Tiny Baby". Throughout my pregnancy we called the baby that. I thought it was so stinking cute. Last night around midnight I received a text message from DH that said "Piglen Tiny Baby". It just brought a smile to my face. It also tugged at my heart as well though. I couldn't believe that I had forgotten about that name. I don't really think I had forgotten it just wasn't using it anymore. I know that if someone came up to me and asked what we called Brody in utero I would have remembered. Anyway here is Piglen Tiny Baby now 19mo old.

My weight does not define me

I have a hard time believing that. Everything I go to do or want to do revolves around my weight. Being overweight is always on my mind. It hinders my life. I feel like I am just going through the motions of life but not living life.

I have been doing a lot of research on the HCG diet. A sweet woman brought it to my attention. After all the research I have decided to do it. I have ordered the HCG and some supplies that I will need. When it arrives I will make my grocery list and go shopping. I will not be able to do this alone. I pray that God will help me through this.

There are a lot of things in life I have no control over. My weight is not one of them.

Sushi Ya um no Sushi puke

I totally forgot about going to a new restuarant (if that is what you want to call it) today. Sushi Ya and Grill was the name. First I didn't have a clue what to order. 2nd I didn't have a clue what I was looking at on the menu. A few things I recognized out of the 5 page menu were:
Kids
Lunch
Tea
Soda
Chicken
Shrimp
Steak

DH ended up with some kind of sushi plate. It had this tiny pile of green gunk that looked like playdoh. He actually tried it and started gagging. He wasn't sure if it was suppost to be hot or just sting like a scorpion. One thing he was sure of is that it was NASTY!

I ended up getting Chicken and Shrimp Hibachi. Didn't have a clue what that was. They could have brought me a chicken with shrimp riding it's back for all I knew. They first brought me a boil of what looked like water with mushrooms floating in it. It wasn't good. Then a salad with some kind of dressing that looked ruined. I then ended up with a plate of basically stir fry chicken, shrimp, veggies and a huge pile of rice. Meh it wasn't good but it wasn't just terrible either.

It cost us $40.00 to get out of that place without having to wash dishes. $40 for mess. Lesson learned never return.

Never thought I would do this

I guess I will try my hand at blogging. I doubt I will blog very often. Although some may think I have a lot to say I actually do not know what to say now. :)

I guess I will introduce you to my main man. This is my son Brody. He is 19mo old and a pistol. He is by my side unless I am at work. Then his Daddy, Wheezer or Mimi keep him.

My husband told me yesterday that while I am at work Brody says "moma, moma, moma" until he says "Yes, Moma is at work." Then Brody says "uh huh". That satisfies him for a short time until he starts again. Those are sweet words to my ears.