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So I've started my personal journey towards getting in better shape.  Surprisingly I did not kill anyone during the first 72 hours of my new dietary lifestyle. That right there my friends is a huge sign of success.

I read somewhere that chewing gum, or brushing your teeth, after eating helps keep you from snacking between meals.  I should buy stock in Orbits gum because I'm almost at a pack a day habit in trying to stop the munchies.  The miracle is that in the first week, I've totally stopped eating between meals and after dinner by using this trick and I've already lost 4.7 pounds.  (There is the very distinct possibility that I was consuming half of my daily caloric intake between the hours of 7 and 10 p.m.) Twelve more pounds to go until I'm back at my happy target weight.

I broke out the jogging stroller last week for my first 'run' in about a year.  With me on this outing was my 2 1/2 year old son.  He is probably one of the funniest people I've ever met (part of me would really like to take credit for that trait.)  My son is remarkably verbal for his age.  Here is a brief overview of the conversation we had during this early morning 'run':

Me: Sit back sweetie and enjoy our morning jog.
Son: Mommy where are we going on our walk?
Me: Sweetie this is a jog not a walk. We are going to jog through the neighborhood, around the pond and over to the park.
Son: Mommy why are we walking over to the park?
Me: This is not a walk, this is a jog.
Son: When will we start jogging?
Me: We are already jogging.
Son: No Mommy we are walking.
Me: No sweetie, we are jogging.
Son: No Mommy, this is walking.
Me: So what animals do you think we will see this morning at the pond?
Son: Maybe some duckies.
Me: [huff]
Son: Mommy, what is that bird called?
Me: A killdear.
Me: [huff, pant, huff]
Son: Why is it called a killdear?
Me: I don't know.
Son: Why don't you know?
Me: I don't know. [huff, pant, huff, huff]
Son: When we walk past him, will he fly away?
Me: [huff, huff, cough, huff]
Son: Mommy?
Me: [gasp, huff, pant, cough]
Son: Mommy? Are you okay?
Me: [cough] Yes. [cough, cough, pant]
Son: I think we need to walk back home so you can have coffee.
[Silence]
[Silence]
Me: OK.

Happy Mother's Day to all the special women in my life.

[Caffeine consumed during the making of this blog: 1 very old cup of coffee]