Reflections and Frustrations

I guess this is "Retro Picture Week" on Facebook, so here is mine for your viewing pleasure. I'm not sure how old I was. . . I'm guessing preschool based on the length of my hair. In grade school my pigtails would've been much longer. I'm always told that Nick looks a lot like me. We'll see as he gets older. I see more of Greg in him personally, but I think he does have my hair. I believe I was 2 in this picture below. My hair is a little longer than his, but I think the curls are about the same.

 I guess Greg had some curls, too, when he was a baby, so we'll never know where he got them from. We were both blonde as kids.

Nick is still struggling with that cold. I couldn't take a picture of him tonight because my camera has been mailed in to the people at Nikon. Let's see if they actually honor their warranty and fix the darned thing, which has never worked right.  Until then, I'll have to use the camcorder to take stills.

So I just got off of the elliptical trainer. I make myself do a little longer workout when watching The Biggest Loser. I'm not much of a tv person, usually, but I am addicted to this show. I also did 40 minutes, 1.99 miles, 270 calories burned on that torturous machine. This is the tenth day I've worked out this month, and I've calculated carefully and written down every morsel I have put into my mouth. Haven't lost a pound, though. My weight varies a great deal by the time of day or the week, but I think I'm even up a pound. Must still be my thyroid; the doctor said it's only because of my working out and eating healthy that I haven't gained, with as bad as that darned gland is. . . we'll see. I guess I just need to be patient. It is very hard, though, since the motivation to keep going usually comes from losing those first few pounds and having my pants fit better.

I wish my pants would fit better. . .