How long do you have?

We were checking out at the grocery store this evening...chatting about how old Ryleigh is, how cute she is, how big she is...and while we were waiting for the debit card to process, the cashier asked, "how long do you have?"

My reponse: "How long for what?"

Her response: stares at my face...then asks again "How long do you have?"

My response: "How long for what?"

At this time I was trying to think of things that we were waiting for. Since we just discussed how old the child was, I thought maybe she wanted to know when she would turn 3. I thought maybe she wanted to know how long the transaction would take...all kinds of thoughts.

Then she said: "Never mind." And repeated "I'm sorry" several times.

Duh! Now it seems obvious about what she was asking. She wanted to know how long I've had my breast implants. I do have fabulous boobs but they are natural. End of story!

(Okay, that last part was my little fantasy. I know now what she was asking and drowned my deep depression by eating chocolate chip cookies for dinner - because "the baby" really wanted them. I hate, hate, hate when people do that. And to make matters worse, my husband said "did she ask if you were having a baby?" when we got to the car. Yes, dear. Yes she did. Now, the baby wants some chocolate chip cookies...how long can you finish the first batch???)

It's already March?

Unlike Kristy, I have no plan right at the moment. I find her details about detox and all that good stuff very inspiring. I'm pretty sure I would starve to death. Sugar is my friend. You can't effectively bribe a two year old without it!!! Stickers go only so far...

Seems like soooooo long ago when Kristy and I got together, talked about the blog, and decided to start over. The good news: I'm almost inspired again. The bad news: I'm easily bored. Every few years I want to radically change everything about my life to keep life exciting. The problem is that I'm just too exhausted after a stressful job and a child in (dirty) diapers. Yes, that's an excuse, but one that I find incredibly valid. Since my child is three times the size of other two year olds, I find her three times as exhausting (and I'm sticking with that story!).

My current inspiration: the hubby and I have talked about having another baby! I was pretty excited earlier in the week about the prospect of having another child. Then I realized how many hours I would have to stay awake day/night to take care of a newborn. If there is one thing I like more than eating, it is sleeping. And I've been blessed with a child who loves to sleep. What if the second one isn't like that??? The advantage is that I'm already eating for two (or three!). Ha! Just kidding...

Okay, I wrote this post out of guilt for neglecting my blogging duties. There really is no point. I'm fat. I'm tired. And...I'm thinking about being committed...to weight loss. Soon. Very soon.