Thanks to my warden...

(A.K.A. Maggie) I've lost 6 lbs. since moving to Charleston! Dad says it's because Maggie doesn't let me eat... which isn't ENTIRELY true. :) She doesn't let me eat ice cream after dinner, which is a good thing.

We've been taking walks on the trail that goes behind the neighborhood. We figured it's probably almost 2 miles. Sometimes I pull Rachel behind us in her wagon. She sits in there like a queen with various drinks and snacks as I toil down the trail. At one point, she was laying down in the wagon with her arms behind her head. Must be nice. I suggested that she pull me instead, but she didn't like that idea very much.

Two scary things happen on the walking trail. One is the occasional snake sighting and the other is the duck-walks Maggie enforces. I'm not sure which is worse. It's a toss up at this point. But, oh well... The proof is in the pudding. (Mmm.. pudding..)

Speaking of which... I've cut down a lot on unnecessary snacking. If you're gonna pig out, you do it when you're alone and no one is watching. The only times I'm alone are when I'm in the bathroom (and even THAT'S questionable when the kids are around) and when I'm sleeping. So that's been a good deterrent. And fortunately I'm a fan of pretty much all fruits and vegetables--a healthier choice when I want a snack.

Another thing I've been better at is cutting down on my portion sizes. Fat people don't eat because they're hungry. You eat because it's like a drug and you feel like you need it. So I have to tell myself to stop when I'm full. I'm missing that sensor in my brain or something. Maybe it'll come back to me with a little training.

Oh and I have to do a shout out to Jennifer in case she reads this! YOU LOOK GREAT! :) You look so skinny in your baggy clothes. Keep it up!

The warden is calling... Visitation is over.

The Good News and the Bad News... About living in Charleston, SC

The Good News:
1. I get to drive over a cool bridge over the river on my way to work with a pretty view.
2. The beach.
3. I've spent more time in the sun the last four days playing with the kids than I have in the last four weeks. Maybe I'll be tan when everyone in Georgia sees me again.
4. The food. Yum.
5. Palm trees.
6. The license plates are cuter than in Georgia.
7. I found a cool radio station that plays stuff I used to listen to in high school (When I used to go to concerts.) like Incubus, the Red Hot Chili Peppers, Jimmy Eat World, etc.
8. Everything has a funny name. Actual examples: Hungryneck Blvd., Wigger's Law Firm, Chez J's La Perfect Hair Salon, and Kingdom Motors & Marine Consignment. (I'm not sure if they're promoting religion, automobiles, or used scuba gear.)
9. I live in Summerville and work in Mount Pleasant. They both sound like happy places.

The Bad News:
1. There's a heinous ramp I have to go on to get to said bridge. It's like making a sharp left turn on the highest ramp of Spaghetti Junction.
2. The Wal-Mart here is GHETTO. On my first visit, I heard an associate named "John-John" being paged to the front and there was a BIRD flying around in the store. There was also a major crisis in the little girl's section where Hannah Montana tank tops had been marked down to $1.00. Two moms were about to duke it out.
3. I hate people I don't know.