So, today I weighed and I am the heaviest I have ever been. That includes both of my pregnancies. I have decided to workout (eventually) and eat healthier.
The latter is extremely difficult. I would punch a puppy for something sweet, or salty, or a taco. Mentally, it is very difficult.
Fingers crossed it’s worth it and I get some favorable results.
I have less than 30 minutes before I have a teenager. I’m crying. My little buddy who was my shadow many years ago is now going to be a teenager.
Toxic positivity seems like an odd thing, but I found this interesting. I know I need to be more cognizant of what I say.