Another failed weight loss plan

I drove Kathryn to school this morning in a bathrobe, pajama pants and slippers. My stomach is not feeling oh so great. I'm not feeling oh so great. I'm feeling like I did when I had 5 months of never-ending morning sickness with Krazy K, all the nausea but none of the throwing up. And I could so throw up. Which is saying a lot for me. Because on my list of scary things, vomiting is just before cockroaches and right after needles.

Of course, I don't have time to be feeling like this. I had a few errands to run today. The hamster is living in filth and requires new minty fresh bedding. The teenager is living in filth and requires deodorant. The clothes aren't getting any less filthy without detergent. The children are starving and require pop tarts. If I looked hard enough I might actually find some in the momobile which is, of course, filthy.

And there are a few things to do around the house as well. My date with the Wii Fit, cancelled. Which that thing totally needs to send me flowers and chocolate anyway for making me feel so unfit. Sometimes it is just not nice. And while I am happy to have set my goal of weight loss and such, I see no exercises for my double chin or chubby cheeks. I'm actually trying to figure out exactly how and when my face got so fat and how does one work that off? Perhaps vomiting would work out those muscles.

And my closet is in various states of disarray from the major purging project I started last week. Which I quit halfway through because it just seemed to not be such a good idea to be trying on all my clothes, none of which fit, after the holidays and birthday cake diet. Perhaps vomiting would help with that too.

So I am curled up on the couch, remote in hand, Sprite in the can, a stack of crackers I'm just not going to eat, and a pot at the ready, just in case. I'm going to catch up with a month's worth of Ned and Eli and then get even sicker at the thought that they aren't coming back. While I do enjoy my fair amount of crap television I'm getting awfully irritated that all the original shows are being cancelled. Can't wait to see what the replacements are, cop show or medical drama?

And I'm missing book club tonight, which I'm super sad about. Because we read Twilight and I do so love some Twilight and love talking about Twilight and was going to take Edward with me as my date. Which the teenager was none too happy about. She pitched a fit and cried and moaned and told me I was not allowed to take her love out of her sight. Because God forbid if anything happened to her cardboard poster.

Hmmmm, perhaps she poisoned me. Maybe that's why I feel so bad. Maybe she could give me some more. Because truly I would love to throw up right now. Not just to feel better. But because I have a weekend getaway with the HMIMs too! And who wouldn't want to lose 5 pounds before that?