Okay, okay. You've caught me.
Last night, as Isaac and I watched reruns of The Biggest Loser, we sat on the couch armed with a half gallon of vanilla ice cream and a spoon. Ten minutes into our shared feast, purposly served in the bucket to make it impossible for me know how much I had eaten, the guilt overcame me. I put the ice cream away as Mr. Lips pleaded for "moor bite mommy, peas".
I can't change what I don't acknowledge.
I have to say out loud that this is not as easy as I make it out to be. I'm struggling to get back on track. I will get there, but please for no moment believe this is not the hardest thing I have done in a very long time.
If you're not with me, you're against me.
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Where's today's positive? I know there is something.
If there is, it is so small I have yet to notice it.
I am working on zero (yes, ZERO) sleep today. At 3:00 am this morning I gave up trying to force myself to sleep and watched Sex and the City Season One. It's much better uncensored. Showered at 5, at my desk by 6:15. Right now, I am a person wracked with fatigue.
It is much better without the censors. Samantha is a much bigger character for one.
So, ok, think of all the calories you burned up by staying up instead of sleeping. Plus, were you laughing or trying not to laugh so as not to wake the family? There went more calories when you could've been just laying still.
Where's the woman who found the bright side of nonstop poop?!
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