Monday, May 9, 2011

Proud of my Mom

My title today reflects the fact that ya my Mom is getting back into her healthy grove and I am going to say that I am way pleased about it. Even to the point of saying, Hey I am proud of MY Mom. Last year at this time I was filled with the hope that somehow I could show her the path that I had found and the way to lose weight  along with getting really healthy foods into my system and yet I just could not figure out a way. Now today because of my example and dilagence my Mom over the last month at the golden years has gotten to the 199 on the scale after being several several pounds above that point for several years.
She always taught me healthy ways to eat but lots of stress that comes with Mommy years held her in the not able to lose weight area, but not anymore. I too have learned that I must watch when those Mommy stresses show up in my life that  I am learning  to not eat into them but instead face them head on and keep the green food there an kick that nasty stuff that gets me back to fat as far away as I can while I face the Mommy stress at hand whatever that may be.

For me Mothers day started off with a call to South Africa to talk with far away mission boy, priceless. Then the kids at home begging that we go eat the most carb,sugar filled meal of all since we just never ever go get chinese food "except on Mothers Day". When the heck did that become a tradition that I can't remeber being in place past yr 2008. Oh well I caved since if they cooked I would still have to clean up. I ate lots of brocoli beef and chicken with the bread picked off and salad salad salad. They promised that they would eat enough that they would never even need dinner that evening (hmm is that really healthy for kids?)

Home to take a nap that did not happen because instead the Pretty girl gave me a pedicure and a manicure with spring color to go on  my nails. Then I watched as each of her brothers begged to have either thier nails or feet done. Even C boy begged but she would only do his if she could paint his toenails when she was done. He caved in and allowed her, I bet he has a bottle of hidden remover that he would not let on that he had because he is just smart like that or maybe crazy because these boys do things like light potaote booms with the stuff. I mean seriously on Fri. I came home from work to find 3 live fish in my bath tub. Muddy boots on the deck, at least they had changed the water in the field of the Alfalfa hay. Along with one really muddy dog that they were letting in the house. Pre Mothers day tears was the lot I had going on and then lets top it with a trip to the ER because C boy tried to be in a hurry and the lighter fluid explode up on to his face and chest with no shirt on, causeing 2 degree burns to lots of his skin and face.
Mommy stess at its fullest right there and we still had two days to go before celebrating the love that they should show thier Mother.
Finally the real Mothers day ended with me talking to that amazing Mom that I have, just before she went to bed.
I love you Mom alot!
Thanks JBS for a good moment to tell about being a Mother and honoring my very own mother.


  1. Good for you. I'm proud of your mom, happy you talked to your mission boy, and that you are just seriously incredible.

    I would cry about those boots/muddy dog/lighter fluid burns too.

    I threw myself a party on SAturday. I threw a healthy paper plate party and then made sure that they cleaned things up. It's so exhausting sometimes. It really truly is. Mr. Survival tried to get the kids all ready all by himself. HA! He's never done that before. He takes as long to get ready as it does for me to get the other four of us out the door. We were only 15 minutes late. That's not too bad!

  2. Ahhh. Fabulous. And to think, just yesterday I was trying to convince the family that we need to have a re-Mother's Day. Like another one. Right now. Too bad they vetoed my suggestion. Boo.