To be Small Again

I must say I am very happy about my looks right now.

Two years ago I gave birth to my third child. Three months later, I had a hysterectomy. Yea, no more tampons! For six weeks, I layed around and watched TV and got into some shows. I ate when the kids ate, and didn't do a whole lot. Then, you got holidays and lots a food to go with them. Didn't change my eating habits at all over the next two years and hate to work out. Needless to say, I gained weight. A lot of weight.

So, back in July (was a size 12/14) I decided this was getting way out of hand. I really needed to do something about it. Took me long enough, huh! So I started really watching what I was shoving into my mouth and started jumping on the trampoline with the kids a lot. That will wear you out SO FAST. So now 3 1/2 months later, I am back in my size 6 jeans. YEA!!!

Nothing felt better than this weekend. We went to my BIL's house for his birthday party and so I bought a new outfit. I actually put on make-up (very rare in my world) and got dressed in my new super cute outfit. The look on Hubby's face made the millions of gallons of water I've been drinking so worth it. He couldn't quit commenting on my new look the whole way there. Then, we got there and EVERYONE talked about how good I looked. We hadn't seen them in about 6 weeks. I think I was on cloud 9 the whole time. Should have done this along time ago! It was so wonderful. Then last night happened.

We got home around 8:30 and I had to get everything ready for school and get the kids bathed and in bed. We went to bed around 10 and Hubby started caressing my back. I was still on my little high from all the complements and was all for what I knew would happen next. The next thing I know, it's 7am and my alarm is going off. What? What happened? Where is my caressing and soon to be really good time? UGHHHH! I fell asleep!
My hubby called around 10am this morning and started apologising for falling asleep. What? I thought I did and you would be upset? I just told him it was OK and maybe tonight we could resume where HE fell asleep. I felt a little guilty but only for a second. It's about time HE was too tired. Then he started going on about how good I looked and how he wanted to really show me how bad he wanted me and how bad he felt that he fell asleep and was sure I had my feelings hurt. Damn! Now I felt guilty again, so I told him not to worry about it because I had thought I was the one that fell asleep first. He didn't believe me and told me to quit trying to make him feel better. OK, I tried. He just better not let it happen again. HeHe