Good afternoon, team!
I'm doing well. I just got back from grocery shopping, and so now I'm POOPED--ha! I had my son with me, so I took him to get his haircut..he HATES getting it cut [he's 2], but he looks so handsome. He cried while she cut it, so to "make it all better", I bought him a Thomas the Tank Engine Toy. He's OBSESSED with Thomas. Then of course I
had to buy my daughter something, or she'd be mad when she gets home from school...you know how that goes.
So now I'm home, and the house needs cleaned...sheesh.
Anyways, the scale was down a bit more this morning...I keep expecting it to go up after the bad week I had last week, but it looks like things may be looking good for next weeks weigh in--yay! Just gotta keep on track this weekend, but I'm not really worried about it, because I know I will. I'm almost shocked to think that...I used to be SO sure that I was going to blow it on the weekends, but now I just know that I won't. Power of positive thinking...I think I will, and I will. I know I won't, and I just won't. I'm rambling, sorry.
My secret goal is to be a stripper for my husband. Naughty me! Blah, I'm a married woman...I can be as naughty as I wanna be.
