It has come to my attention that my ass is spreading and falling. I swear it started happening last week. Damn gravity. Vanity aside, it really is distressing because my clothes aren't fitting the same way. I am starting a pile of things I will sadly give to sister and her perky little ass.

Adding to my body insecurities is the fact that my daughter has recently claimed she wants to adopt because she doesn't want to "have a baby and let the baby drink all the milk in my breasts and then have them long and saggy like mommy's."

Nice.

If I'm topless she literally seems distressed and rushes to get me something to "hold them up".

Sigh...

Because of this spreading business and just feeling 'doughy' in general I am going to try to stay away from bread for a while and increase yoga and working out.(and by increase working out I mean "start working out". I broke up with my trainer months ago after not wanting to pay for it anymore plus I herniated a disc.)  

This morning I had egg whites with fresh spinach, grilled chicken and a sprinkle of parmasean. This breakfast makes me infinitely happy. It is supreme.

Lunch was Progresso Garden Vegetable soup, which rules, and then I cut up grilled chicken to put in it.

Must drink more water too. Have been enjoying chilly water, no ice with lime.

I have been feeling pretty good lately, which is lovely. I am really achy at night and in the morning but I'll live. I went nuts and stayed outside too long a few days ago while it was BEAU-TEE-FULL and paid the price. I was dizzy, exhausted and all of my joints ached. Whoops. My newest theory is that it's the hydroxychloroquine (anti-malarial) more so than the Lupus that makes me feel wonky after sun exposure.

Peter thinks my theory is retarded and got flared nostrils at the mere thought of me stopping the med. He worries so. I won't stop cold turkey but I'm going to bring it up at my next doc appt. It can't hurt. I'd like to eventually wean off my meds. That is my goal. Who knows if it is realistic.

I'm trying to encourage Finn to think about the potty. (He's 2.5) He keeps giving me that adorable "Why in the hell would I go on a potty when I can just lay here and you'll change my bum??" face. He likes to free ball and not wear a diaper but still has no idea how the plumbing works. I looked to Peter to help, hoping there was some secret Penis Code that only men/boys knew, to no avail. Oh well...

There is talk that the M&M girls (Meg and Mia) may pay a visit in a few weeks. I would love that. My sister and I plan on getting a fix of fabulousness, which I so desperately need, in addition to new jeans to accomodate my newly fallen ass.

Speaking of fabulousness, Taylor is taking the kids this Saturday for the night and we are over the moon about it. We're going to see The Lives of Others at this funky little boutique theater.(chocolate martini anyone?) I don't know what we'll do Sunday but I'm sure I'll think of something. I want to make sure the time alone doesn't get squandered away with me doing laundry or organizing something and Peter on his laptop. No. Must. Get. Out. Of. House. hmm...Le Pichet perhaps for a leisurely breakfast where we can pretend we're French. So many options. I tend to get carried away with the planning part which causes all kinds of expectation management problems...I suppose I need to just...be.