All I Wanted Was A Family Picture

Okay so I hate posting this on here, but no one really checks this blog anymore, so for posterity's sake I'm going to admit that I have lost a little over 80 lbs in the last year. That doesn't mean that I'm ready to walk a high fashion runway, but I am fitting into cute jeans. I'll admit it ... I'm proud of this accomplishment. It took months of eating right and exercise.

Here I am at my starting weight. Yep, that's me in front the the world's best doughnut trailer called "Gordoughs." This picture was taken the night before I started my diet. I figured that it I was going to stop eating all the things I loved, I better start with one of the craziest. I ate a doughnut called the "Flying Pig" Its a large doughnut, with Maple frosting, which is then topped with bacon. I know it sounds gross and I promised myself I would never eat one again, but it was the perfect ending to my out of control ways.

Here I am now. (I'm the one on the left). Can you see a difference? The best day was when I had Mark climb up into the attic to pull down my "I only wish I could fit in" box of clothes and everything fit. It was better than shopping. I felt like myself again.

So to reward myself after all this work  I decided we needed a  family photo.






I hate having my picture taken, so this news was pretty shocking to my husband, but he was game. My friend Beth tried to take the photos, but we had a hard time and ended up with more than one person in tears.  We rescheduled for after Christmas with our friend Wendy who is a photographer.

So we got all dressed up with 5 girls' hair done and headed out to get the perfect photo (AGAIN).

 





About 15 minutes into the session we went from this...

And this...

to this.


I don't know what the doctor's call this thing, but it's like Chinese handcuffs. Believe me it was not fun. Turns out I fractured my Ulna (that's the little bone in your wrist) and broke my Radius (that's the bigger bone in your wrist) into 8 different pieces.

I ended up in surgery where I got 8 screws that look
like this...









and this.While these picture look like lots of fun I wouldn't recommend this for a good time. So i'm sure all 2 of you are wondering how I broke my arm taking family pictures.

I tripped over a log. Well lets be honest I thought I was young and cool and was standing on the log trying to make my daughter (seen on the left) laugh. Note: She laughed after I fell.

Honestly I think the Log got off pretty easy. Other than having to take a few pictures, it's probably still enjoying its solitude in the field where my children left it. I on the other hand still have months of Physical Therapy left. Curse You Log!!!