As far as your eyes can see...it's Amazing

Why blog about your weight? I just am wondering why would someone blog about the ups and downs of food. Food is nourishment and occasionally, something to enjoy. I am blogging about being in my thirties so I guess the question can be turned back in on me, but what I am doing makes sense. So let me tell you what’s been going on since I have not been keeping up with my blogging.

I just finished a class at Harvard. I thought it was going to be difficult and it was because I like school and I wanted to do well. I haven't received the grade back, but I am thinking I may be scoring in the B range. When you go back to school, by choice you really only want to see A’s - no B's. Who I am I kidding? I take on way too much. In order to earn an A I need to devote more time to studying much more than I do now. Of course, I will keep trying to manage my life and put the right things first.

Speaking of first - my first born is a knot head who is doing a mediocre job in school and getting pretty sassy at home. He has stopped calling me "mommy" and started calling me "mom". I wrote a little tweet about it last week. What's up with that? I am not ready to be "mom". “Mom” means that I may soon have to accept that he may have a girlfriend. “Mom” means that he is officially in puberty with hair growing under his armpits and all other nasty type man-like things. Yuck! “Mom” means, I can't even write it, we will have to revisit "the talk" and I have to accept changes I am not willing to accept. For pete sake, just last week, I think on a Monday, I was "mommy". Uggh! What's next?

So at work I am planning a prom for around 1,000 people. A wedding with 300 is a big wedding and I am in charge of a prom where we are going to cram over 950 teenagers into an event facility with free food, drink, sugary deserts, dark lighting and music. Hello? I am completely off my rocker. The students will love it and it will be the best thing ever, but 1000 people, really? I have been having little mini nightmares thinking about it and I have three weeks to go - I mean two weeks from tomorrow. But I do have a dress, I slimming black dress that hits just above the knees that focuses on my chickeny legs (my legs being the only thing that resembles a chicken) and not my “had my last kid four years ago” tummy.

I have been running or brisk jogging to be more honest. It's killing me. Well, it's not literally killing me, but I am feeling it. Like that freshman 15 and the baby 30 is taking its toll. Nevertheless, I'm going to stick in there - what with the road race I promised my brother I would do.

School is winding down so I should be able to write more regularly. Summer time, summer time!