I can tell now that this post is going to be a lot about nothing. I've got the blahs. I'm in a funk. I was trying to think about why I'm feeling so down, but I can't come up with anything good. It's true that my kids are healthy(even though Riley puked yesterday), my marriage is great, I have money in the bank, and a roof over my head. What do I have to be ill about?
I'm thinking that this baby weight is affecting my whole attitude. I'm aggravated because it is just hanging around. It won't go anywhere. I told Ran that my body should be studied by scientists because I'm the only human that can get up at 4:15 am to work out and eat right, but that scale is on the same dang number as a month ago! UGH!! My friend, who will remain nameless, ate ice cream for supper twice in one week and still lost 2 lbs. Then she had the nerve to show up to work in a cute little skirt the next day. Heifer-I hate her!
That leads me to another topic I hate . *MY CLOTHES* I refuse to buy any work clothes until I see some results. When I look like crap, I feel like crap. Today at work, I wore some athletic-looking pants and a BHS school shirt. Then I have to listen to one of the coaches ask me, "Is it casual Tuesday, Henfling?" Whatever-
Ran told me not to weigh anymore, but to measure myself. He swears I'm losing inches. He measured me with a tape measure. I know, I'm brave, right? I actually let him write the numbers down on a piece of paper. I tried not to look. Anyway, I'm supposed to get measured again on 3-20. That will be 2 weeks since the initial measurements were taken. I'll probably be on suicide watch if there is no difference!
Is is okay to pray to lose weight? Dear God...