“Gotta get down on Monday.” Or something like that. You’re welcome, by the way. I’m up 2.5 pounds this week, and you know what? I don’t care so much. I’m in the last month of school and our Super Mega Important Tests are next week. There are meetings after school and papers to be graded…
working out is hard
Now I’m a tortoise.
194.5. ONE NINETY FOUR POINT FIVE. I’m seeing progress, people. Slow, steady progress. But I’m only seeing that progress on the scale, really. My body? Still looks mostly the same. Except my size 16 skinny jeans get too big too fast. The jeans have stretch in them. And stretch? Stretches out. So then they are…
Not Super Mom Secrets–The denim edition
Okay, y’all. After the heavy posts this week, I feel like we need to lighten things up a bit around here. Let’s talk Secrets. And jeans. Tonight I feel compelled to share some Top Secret Intel with you. These are probably not earth-shattering secrets for anyone except me. But they are my secrets and since…
This is where I try to do math and fail
Okay, 197 minus 195.5. Is that 1.5 lbs lost or 2.5 lbs lost? Yes, I really am that bad at math. I totally ate my feelings on Saturday. The trip to Joann was stress-ball city. And then we went to dinner where Erin works to see her and I did well, I think. Except I…
I still weigh 197 pounds. But I’m okay with that right now.
I had a dressing room meltdown last week. My starfish Erin was there to witness it and Dan caught the aftermath that evening when I cried about how stressful the event had been. I’m in a wedding in May. The bridesmaids are young. Way younger than me. I’ve got nearly a decade on them. And…