Because I Started a Diet . . . The Three-Quel.

Imagine that.

This is the third post during my blogging "career" in which I have declared that I am starting a diet.

Perhaps this means I have trouble committing?

It's certainly something to consider.

To catch up:

Because I Started a Diet

Because I Started a Diet . . . the sequel

Folks.

Herein lies the problem:  I don't really want to change my ways.

And I really, really, really like to eat these:

and also this:

this:

don't forget this:

this:

and, lastly but not leastly, this:

*sigh*

Such a glorious world full of food that is needing to be consumed.

But, alas.

I weigh no less than I did when I first stated I was on a diet.

And my body is not one bit fitter.

Also, it has been brought to my attention that my cholesterol is high.

So, therefore, from heretohenceforth, I must declare that I am on a diet.

Again.

For reals.

Because I have a dream.

I have a dream that one day, I shall not be ashamed to wear swimsuit.

Not a bikini, of course!

Heavens, no!

But a skirted, full-coverage, tankini.

Yes.

And if they come out with a capri-length tankini, I am so there!

I have a dream that one day, I shall wear a flowy, peasant top and not have innocent bystanders inquire of me if I am expecting my 5th child.

I have a dream that one day, I shall love to exercise.

Ha!

That last one was a joke.

Who really likes to exercise?

I suppose people who look good in swimsuits and don't get questions as to the current-status-of-their-fertility-while- wearing-flowing-peasant-tops do.

Nevertheless!

Exercise is the devil.

So, some of you expressed interest in joining me on my new mission.

So get ready.

Figure out your goals.  You dreams.  Your aspirations.

Get a post ready or a comment formulated in your head.

We start Tuesday.

PS- Guess what is currently in my oven?

Chocolate chip cookies.

(not a baby)

But, I promise, they are for our camping trip and I shall only eat seven one.

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Yes!  We are going camping!

Again!

Oh.

Be.

Still.

My.

Heart.

Does anyone ever get to go to the mall on weekends?

Say hello for me.

Before I head off into the vast wilderness, with my shower and generator of course, I must welcome Gladys back to the blog.

Gladys is looking quite fetching today, is she not?

This week's COW (comment of the week) has to go to Jill.

Jill has now given me the best *unsolicited* homeschool advice to date.

(I am just using the latter half of her comment for today's purposes)

Secondly, grow your hair out very long, almost to your waist. Wear only homemade clothes. Wear striped knee socks with most outfits and declare your style to be eclectic. (I’m a homeschool mom, so I’m allowed to make fun of them, aren’t I?) : )

Third, since you’re homeschooling, every trip out of Ruralville is a field trip. Count it. If you go to the store, have one of the kids count the number of people in line before you. You’ve just had math class. If you go to the lake, you’ve had physical education. I’m pretty sure that every time you say “Holla!” you’ve had Spanish class. See? It’s not as difficult as you think. : )

Classy, Jill.

Classy.

Go say Holla! to Jill.

I would like to take this moment to remind everyone that no, I am not saying "Hola!," the Spanish word for hello.

I am saying "Holla!,"a super-fun-friendly-joyous way to greet someone.

Focus, people!

Happy Weekend!