Opposite sex ONLY please

If you've ever had to take your kid into the change room it's sometimes a no-brainer.  I'm a female.  My daughter is a female.  We will go into the woman's change room.  I'm a male.  My son is a male.  We will go into the man's change room.

How about when you are the mommy who takes your precious son for swimming lessons?  Or if you are the daddy who takes his princess daughter for the wet plunge?  Well, for me, when my baby 1 was just a wittle guy, it was an easy decision.  Woman's change room.  I'm a woman and I need to change with my baby.  Makes sense right?

Well, now my 'baby' knows his body parts.  And he stares while we are in the open area of the change rooms.  He didn't outright yell "BOOBIES mommy!", so I guess I'm thankful for that.  But, when I have to tell him to stare at his snack (because who isn't starving after swimming), or to look at the lockers, it's time to move up to the Family change rooms.

Now, I'm assuming it is for mommy's and their sons or daddy's and their daughters to change.  Basically, opposite sex children of the parent they are going in with.  There are only a couple of change rooms with doors for us to use compared to all the space to change in the man's or woman's ones.  So, after one particular dip in the pool and bby 1 is freezing after the shower, we boot it in to change into some nice warm and dry clothes.  D'oh!  we have to wait.   His teeth are chattering.  Now, as a parent, when you hear that from your kid, the momma bear instincts kicks in, and I mentally scream in my head "Hurry the F up!  My precious bby is cold!!".  I did dry him up with the towel.  I know it's part of life to wait your turn.  I just wish I could help my kid out of this discomfort as soon as possible.  That is the foundation of the momma bear instincts.

When a mom opens the door I thought she was leaving.  Silly me.  That was so she could go to the locker and get her daughter's boots to put on in the locked room area.  Biotch!  Don't you see my kid is freezing?!?  Put your shoes on in the hallway benches like everyone else (our swim place has the carpeted area and boot mats there).  And why are you in this change room and not the Woman's??  GRRRRR

She has the right to use the family change room. But, when everyone does I have to wait unnecessarily.  My son has to freeze for longer unnecessarily.  This change room is for the opposite sex of parent and child ONLY.  Well, it should be in my head.

This is just annoying.  Not a full-out "I HATE this"  but, it is 'GRRRRR' all the same.  I save the 'hating' for more worthy matters, like racism, sexism, elitism, hypocrites, bad drivers, people who lazy, people who are mega-rich (be it money, love, talent, family, etc) and take it for granted, or Haters who try to bring you down.

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Can I get a Diet Coke with that?

This week is not dropping the lbs as quickly.  Well, maybe it is and I'm just weighing myself too often.  But, what I think is really happening if I'm being honest to myself is I'm riding the 7-lb weight loss win and getting too cocky.

I've done the calorie counting and portion control.  Used this site http://www.eddieoneverything.com/nutrition_info/calculators, which has been helpful since I probably eat out way too often.   I've started to slip in probably too many sweets.  Ate that Hostess Chocolate Cupcake from back in Saved From Evil post two weeks ago.  I ate it in two days.  One a day.  NEVER buy those things again.  Sure it was within my calorie count for the day, but I'm sure the fat count wasn't.

We went to a southern bbq place.  The Husband has been watching too much Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives episodes and has craved it for a while now.  We've been to a couple that were big disappointments.  To the point where my brother, who we dragged with us to a couple, won't come.  Then through conversation a buddy of his mentioned a place that does the 14-hr slow cooking of meat.  Just like on tv!

We're off for a 30-minute drive on the 407.  We order some platter.  Ribs, pulled pork, and smoked brisket.  Now, I only have 2 ribs, a bit of pulled pork, and 1.5 slices of smoked brisket.  I ordered the green beans so I get my vegetables and it makes it ok for me to eat all this meat.  Hey, you gotta treat yourself right?

But, now we go again yesterday.  This time dragging my brother along again, who doesn't care for bbq btw.  We order ribs, pulled pork, smoked brisket, chicken, and of course I order a salad to fit in my veggies.

The scale doesn't lie.  I better smarten up.  Friday's weigh-in just around the corner.  No more McDonald's breakfast, even though I get no butter and no cheese on my Egg McMuffin.   No more meat platter with a side of veggies.

I don't drink pop, so a diet coke is just my metaphor for justifying eating like a pig if I get a side of something 'healthy'.   This could be for many things.  I paid my mortgage, so I can buy a $400 brand name purse.  I paid my insurance, so I can buy the $2000 low-pro's.  I put away some RRSP money, so I can do Europe vacation for 2-months again.