January 11, 2011

Planet Bones: Fluff and Bus Rides

Before starting this weight losing venture, I thought to myself, "I'm really going to be bummed when my favorite brown pants don't fit anymore..."

I haven't put on said pants in about four weeks as it's been too cold. I put them on today. They're falling off of me and in 5 more pounds, I'll be able to walk out of them.

They have officially gone from my favorite brown pants to my most annoying brown pants. I can't wait to wash them and get rid of them.

Funnier still, nobody has noticed I have lost weight. I have clothes I'm falling out of, yet its not noticeable. That's why when people hear I'm on track to lose 30 pounds and they say, "OH NO! You'll be too thin!" I reply, "Trust me... you won't notice..."

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It has been a struggle this school year to get my kids to take their lunches to school, in particular Bones who is excited that public school lunch is so cheap and offers so much variety!

My eldest came home the other day and said to me, "Mom, Son#4 has the best grapes in the entire world. They are ICE cold..." (Sidenote, for those who are new, Son#4 is a Bones' Godmother's son. We were pregnant with Ringo and Son#4 together.)

So I called Son#4's Mom and said, "OK, I need the trick. Ringo now wants to actually take fruit to lunch..."

There these little plastic containers you can buy with snap on freeze packs on the lid. Easy peasy. So off I went to Publix to make the purchase.

Except it has caused quite the furor in the house. Now everyone wanted to take something cold to school.

Mr. T: Mom, why don't you get those organic vegetables anymore?

Me: What? You HATED them!

Mr. T: NO we didn't! We just hated the chard!

Bones: And the squash...

Mr.T: But it was good when she turned it into bread...

Bones: And some of that other funky lettuce

Mr. T: But the REST of it was GREAT!

Me: *blink* Wait. It's the carrots, right?

And so I'm off to Whole Foods to get carrots as my boys swear that the organic produce tastes better. When I go to the Green Market on Sunday I'll get some to last a couple weeks next time.

So now we've made progress. Until... Bones said to me, "Mom, if I'm going to take my lunch, I want a peanut butter and Fluff sandwich."

I nearly hurled.

I replied, "Over my dead body am I feeding you a marshmallow and peanut butter sandwich for lunch..."

After much argument (of course) I said, "Fine. BUT, you have to take carrots too..."

Bingo. Better yet, I researched the calories and carbs and sugars in fluff vs. jelly and believe it or not, it's less in Fluff. So Fluff it is.

The kids are taking pretty healthy lunches now, with the exception of the Fluff, which still nauseates me, but whatever.

Today was Mr. T's first day to take his requested Fluff sandwich to school. I had no idea he'd never had one when he'd said, "Oh! I'll have one too!" (He usually takes PB&J.)

He got in the car today and I said, 'So? Give me the critique of your lunch so we can make it better..."

And he replied, "OK, first, can I have my carrots separate from my fruit? They tasted all fruity. It was good, but that would be great if they can be separate..."

I said, "Sure, sure, but HOW was that sandwich?"

He got an odd look and said, "That was the nastiest sandwich I'd ever had. I was so excited. I took the first bite, and all this white squished out and I thought, "This isn't right". And the texture is funky. Marshmallow doesn't belong on a sandwich. I had to focus on something else while I ate or I was going to vomit."

I thought it was a riot...

And yes, I pack my kids' lunches. I want them to eat healthy. I'm good with it.

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Lastly, getting in the car today, Bones informed me he had a terrible horrible, no good day, yet he was still in a great mood and couldn't figure it out, whereas the previous day was a good day and yet he was in a frustrated and angry mood. (His words...)

Part of yesterday's mood was also the anticipation of today. Bones has been slated to fail our state standardized test. This will be a post in itself... believe it or not, it's a feel good post.

Bottom line, Bones has never taken that kind of test, he doesn't test well anyway, and he's projected to get a ONE, on a scale of 1-5, one being as low as you can go and 5 being dang close to perfect. (3 is on grade level) Bonus for us, our school has LOTS of tutoring activities to help raise it to a 3.

Today was day 1 of the after school classes to get him ready for the FCAT. (For those who have not caught this... my kid who FAILED math last year, is making A's in math THIS YEAR, is slated to make a three OR a four on the Math. Don't get me started on last year's teacher...) So yesterday he was nervous about this class.

So here is the beginning of his no good rotten day:

He got on the bus and was on his way to school when he started to get car sick. So when the bus driver made the next stop, he asked her to just wait a minute while he got out and caught some air.

He GOT OUT OF THE BUS and knelt down to take a breather when a cop saw him.

The cop got out of his car to make sure he was OK. Bones answered he would be fine, just needed to get some air. The cop escorted him back on the bus and made sure there was no trouble on the bus. (I bet the bus driver was loving that one... not only was this the first kid probably in the history of her driving to say, 'Wait! I need to get off and take a breather!" now one of the city's finest was on said bus making sure all was OK in everyone's world.)

The bus driver then proceeded to call the school and tell them that she had a kid that threw up, even though he didn't, so he had to be the LAST one off the bus and go directly to the nurse's station, where there was vast confusion, "Did you or did you NOT throw up and if NOT, WHY did she send you here?"

And coming from Planet Bones, there is really no telling what he said to try to clear it up, afterall, the whole story is kind of bizarre by itself.

Then his favorite teacher of all time (his language arts teacher) wasn't his primary teacher in tutoring, so he was seriously bummed.

All adding up to a no good rotten day.

Dang. I keep laughing. I'm loving that cop, by the way. What a great guy. "So how was your day?" "Good. It started with me finding this kid who had gotten out of his bus to take a breather..." Heh heh heh

Posted by Boudicca at January 11, 2011 06:29 PM
Comments

Bones had me ROTFLMAO. Being that my kids ride the public bus... I could so see this happening. And someone DID notice you lost weight. I guess I don't count *sniff sniff*. ;-)

Posted by: vwbug at January 12, 2011 05:52 AM

You should have seen Ringo's face when he was telling us the story. It was incredulous. "Wait. Did you ASK the bus driver to pull over???" He said, 'No! It was a bus stop!" and Ringo said, "But... you GOT OFF THE BUS?!!!" Heh.

I should have been less... emphatic. Most aren't noticing. And it doesn't bother me in the least. 15 pounds is over 10% of my body weight, yet... it's not a huge difference.

Posted by: Bou at January 12, 2011 06:51 AM

Unless someone doesn't see you regularly (by that I mean if they only see you a couple times a year) they probably won't notice the weight loss. It's hard to see someone everyday and notice a slow weight loss.

I've lost 17 pounds since May (wonders what not being at home with food around 24/7 can do for you) and only my sister has noticed.

So big congrats on the weight loss, it's a huge deal!!!!

Posted by: Quality Weenie at January 12, 2011 12:18 PM

Peanut butter and jelly and marshmallow sandwich? And CARROTS?? I don't think any of those things even belonged in the same sentence. Blech.

Posted by: diamond dave at January 12, 2011 12:58 PM

Congrats on the weight loss! I know only too well how difficult it can be - and how rewarding. Unfortunately I also know how horrible it feels to ... gain some of it back!

And hey! PB&Marshmallow sandwiches are comfort food.

Hmmm...maybe that explains the weight re-gain. :-)

Posted by: Kris, in New England at January 12, 2011 02:45 PM

Note that he ate the sandwich despite the feeling of nausea. This expresses the relationship teenage boys have with food.

Also, it's been cold lately in Seattle. I walk around the house half naked (no heat on), and I've noticed that when I cook something, my toes get cold. This is because my kitchen has a tile floor. So my latest luxury is to keep a towel in the kitchen to stand on.

Posted by: Carl Brannen at January 12, 2011 07:41 PM

Ya know, I'm kind of proud of myself. I started this before Thanksgiving and I thought it would be tough and really... it hasn't. I'm doing pretty good. But the best is, I feel good about NOT putting it back on. That's a first.

Carl- Your observation between teens and their food... it wins some sort of award. That was dang funny.

Posted by: Bou at January 12, 2011 10:34 PM

OMG PB&Fluff - I gag just thinking about that. I remember kids liking that years ago and I always felt there was something wrong with me because I hated it. LOL.

Major congrats on the weight loss! That's fantastic. I think QW is right - people around you every day are less likely to notice. Of course then there are people like me who notice nothing at all (including mismatched clothes, earrings, etc).

Posted by: Teresa at January 13, 2011 12:02 PM