I keep catching a stomach bug. I don't know if it is really a bug or just my body adjusting to a healthier diet and so when I over indulge on cookies I end up puking. I really hate throwing up and I think I did more than my fair share of it while I was pregnant. It's really not my favorite way to lose weight.
I really hate running errands. My girls start dance this week so that means lots of running around. Call me selfish but running my kids from place to place is one of my least favorite parts of motherhood, and I only have 2 kids. I don't know how mom's with many kids do it.
I've been feeling really disconnected lately. I don't feel like I fit in. I have always blamed my not fitting in on my weight, but I find as I lose weight I still don't fit in. I really hate not being a part of things but I hate being being fake even more and I feel like I'd have to fake it to fit in. I spent way to many years being fake and tryng to blend in and I just don't want to do it now. My friend came by this morning to show me her new dress and get my opinion. She is engaged and just cute about getting married, I'm so happy for her and she really brightened my day. With her I fit in. She is 65. Go figure. I guess I just don't fit in the box I'm supposed to fit in.
Jon won his weight loss contest at work. He is looking pretty darn good. He looked pretty darn good before, but he looks even better now.
I'm really happy about how my little sewing business is taking off. I haven't sold much off the site but I've been busy with 3 different custom dresses. I hope things stay busy.
We have a vacation planned with my brother and sister and their families and grandma. I'm so so excited. My family was kind of messed up for a while and now there isn't anyone I'd rather spend time with.