So, I stepped on the scale this morning. 192.5. Whew. I totally watched the numbers waver between 192.5 and 193 and I was willing them to stay at that .5 with every fiber of my being. Seriously. There was a major mental hurdle to jump with the .5 this week. Like I NEEDED it to…
mcfatty monday
Playing the blame game
I did not do so great last week. I am blaming the lack of, um, regularity in my life right now. And the wine I consumed on Friday night. And the cheeseburger, fries, and frosty and Moe’s I needed because of the wine I consumed on Friday night. And the candy. I love you, Willy…
Boo-ya, McFatty!! Boo. Ya.
I just need to show y’all something real quick. Are you ready for this? Hold on to your hats. 190.5 Obviously last week was some sort of freak-of-nature fluke. Or the bloat from the good ol’ Aunt was just that bad. Either way, HOLY OMG!!! I AM BELOW PRE-PREGNANCY WEIGHT AND I FEEL THE NEED…
I don’t even know what to say
I mean, that’s pretty self-explanatory, right? Yeah. It totally is. I was out until 3am on Saturday night/Sunday morning because of our competition. As a result, I slept for most of the day on Sunday. Joshua also has his second ear infection of the season and isn’t sleeping or eating well and is a whiny…
I can’t even be accountable to myself
Bah. BAH BAH BAH. I’m such a bad McFatty. I have no goals. And I have a horrible time sticking to goals when I make them. HORRIBLE TIME, Y’ALL. I dropped a jeans size. My work pants fit comfortably. I do not fit nicely into the beautiful purple sheath dress that I am dying to…