I am a small town girl living the big city life with my superhero hubby and our superhero- in-training son! I love Jesus and junior mints and have a secret addiction to Neil Diamond and Cat Steven's music. I love a good theme party, the smell of pretty stationary, a good book and a glass of ice tea with an orange slice in it. I am fairly certain that given a cape and a nice tiara, I could save the world.
I'd be lying to you if I said I'm happy this morning. I know, I know, 5 pounds in two weeks is something to be proud of but losing only .2 pounds this past week just has me flat out discouraged. I think I was hoping for Biggest Loser type weight loss this morning where I step on the scale and 12 pounds has disappeared but as my hubby says "you'd have to exercise like 6 hours a day to get those results". I know I should be happy that it's a loss and not a gain but I'm not. I have a big pout on my face and tears in my eyes because if I am fighting this hard and making major dietary changes and all I get as a result is .2 pounds it's going to be a very long hard year for me.
Not giving up, just a little sad in my heart this morning.