'Tis the season to be pudgy!

I swore I wasn't going to make one of those typical "I want to lose weight" New Year's resolutions. But, according to my diary, I have been making that same resolution (in writing) since I was 12 years old.

I'm 32 now, so do the math.

20 years of trying to lose weight. Sometimes being successful... other times ballooning up to the size of a pregnant beached whale.

So be it.

Should i just accept the fact that a size 4 isn't in the cards for me? Shall I be happy with my "hourglass shape"? Should I be excited that people say I have a nice coke bottle figure? (I guess it could be worse... at least it's not a coke can.)
Excited? 'eh. Satisfied? No.

So...2007 marks the 20th anniversary of the first time I ever sought after the goal of losing weight... And in honor of that I've decided to find something else to resolute to. Cuz obviously it's going to take more than a resolution to be runway material.

Instead of trying to "lose" the weight that keeps finding me again and again, I'm going to ignore the weight on what I will call the"man diet." You know... ignore something long enough, in the hopes that if I don't give it any attention... it'll just magically go away... or someone else will do it for me! Let's hope it works.

Now could someone please pass the donuts?

Everyone have a happy, safe and healthy New Year (even you skinny bitches)...

Cheers, S

Mother - daughter bonding...

"Aren't we beautiful?"

Those of you who have heard the story... know of my somewhat exaggerated, but still traumatizing story of the car accident this past weekend.

So that put things into perspective this morning when my daughter and I went on a photo shoot for my job.

We're going to be featured on a box of a new game we are coming out with - not so much as models, but more as advisors.

But still we were treated to a mini-makeover and photo shoot this morning - a once in a lifetime mother-daughter experience.

I have to say, I had a blast - and I think Jocelyn did, too.

I'm very grateful that all the "what ifs" from the accident on Saturday were just "ifs" and Jocelyn and I were able to experience this time together. It was once in a lifetime and far too precious to be missed.

Cheers,
S.

My daughter's Christmas wish...

My daughter has seen Santa 3 times this year. Each time I'm fascinated by her response when he asks her, "What would you like for Christmas?"

The first time she saw Santa was at the mall. She eased up on his lap, looked up at him and said, "I want a Christmas tree."

We all laughed.

The next night, we bought and decorated a Christmas tree.

The next time she saw Santa was at a work Christmas party.

She told Santa she wanted "Lightning McQueen."

We all laughed.

That night she went to bed in a room filled with Lightning McQueen decorations.

The next time she saw Santa was when my inlaws took her to a church function.

"I want a candy cane," she told Santa.

He gave her one.

Besides teaching Jocelynthat she can get anything she wants by just asking - it has taught me something, too. My daughter and I are very much alike.

While I can't say anything about the "Lightning McQueen" ask... I do remember as a child I went to functions like these with my Jewish parents, and asking Santa for the same things. I didn't understand why Jewish kids couldn't have Christmas trees with tons of presents spread across the living room. I never even ate a candy cane that I can remember... So now I'm living vicariously through my daughter; and I'm thrilled that us JAPs are experiencing these "firsts" together.

It's pretty cool.

Merry Chrismukah.

Cheers,
S.

The path of most resistance...

My daughter refuses to use the potty.

Whatever comes out of her- no fear, no worries, no problem, no issue. In public, in private, with a diaper, underwear...even if she has to poop on dora...she'll do it!

It isn't because she doesn't know what to do - cuz she's peed and pooped on the potty many times. She just feels it's unnecessary to go to the toilet to do her thing. It's like she's saying... why should I get up from where I'm sitting, walk alllllll the way over there to the potty, and miss out on 5 minutes of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse?

If I can't teach my kid to shit in the pot, what kind of mother am I?

Ugh.

Cheers,

S.