- 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.
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
The weight of the world
This morning I feel like the weight of the world is on my shoulders and maybe that's why I am up .8 lbs. I am frustrated, tired and feel like eating a couple of s'mores for breakfast because what's the point? I am busting my butt, eating right, counting my points (Weight Watchers)-- which by the way is really difficult with a toddler I don't know why but it is hard to calculate food and journal it when you live with a monkey. My body aches from exercise and my stomach keeps asking "where's the beef?".
But I refuse to let .8 be the reason I throw in the towel. Maybe it's water, salt or time to step up the exercise (I really hope it's not that last one). Hey, maybe it's a muscle?!? It's a slooooooooooow process and I honestly don't know why you guys are still reading this stuff--aren't you tired of me yet?