Betcha y'all thought I fell off the wagon, didn't 'cha??? Nope, not since the last terrible weekend. Not to say I haven't had ANYTHING bad for me. Moderation. Though I did have a brownie Friday. And Saturday. A big brownie. Actually a really BIG brownie. But it was sooooooooooo good. And I got right back on the wagon and went to the gym. Go me.
Oh, and by the way, I FIT INTO MY PRE-GRACE JEANS!!! AND I'm down 7 lbs since the start of this. Go me. Again. Pretty exciting stuff. Now for the pre-ROSE jeans...
And I finally got over my fear of being the fattest person in the class and went to spinning this morning. O.M.G. I may not walk for a week. And I WAS the fattest person in the class. Excellent motivation, seeing my flabby arms in that full size mirror as I thought I was going to DIE, or worse yet, fall off the bike. Yes, I know I need to reexamine my priorities! lol. But I think I may have died from embarrassment anyways, so they would have actually been one in the same! Next goal: Kickboxing. It may kill me, but I'm gonna try it again.
Tomorrow is going to be a crazy day, so if you don't hear from me or see me the rest of the week, it's because I need a break! This past week was crazy. I don't think there was a day that we didn't have something to do. My kids are FAR more popular than I ever was, and have a much better social calendar. I'm just the chauffeur. And cook. And maid. And boo boo kisser. But I can't complain. I'm paid in smoochies and hugs. BEST. JOB. EVER. :)
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