So here is the weather recap outside:
I made the kids ride their bikes to school. Two hours ago.
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I’m trying to eat better and exercise more and eat, well, less and maybe not drink so much and avoid run-on sentences and get more sex and more sleep.
Not surprisingly, I’m having mixed success.
I’m on SparkPeople. I log food and exercise and mood and fun stuff like that. I’m eating a lot more salad and a lot less ice cream.
So guess what I did? Take your time, I’ll wait.
What did you guess? Did you guess I bought a pair of jeans 2″ smaller than the ones I usually wear? You did? Here, have a cookie. I’m not supposed to eat it. So sorry that it’s really only half a cookie, you don’t mind the bite marks, do you?
Anyway, the jeans fit. Snug, but no doubt they fit. But chicken shit that I am I didn’t wear them to work today, thinking well, maybe I can lose a little more weight and then they will fit even better. And it’s a little odd to call anything with a 42 inch waist ‘smaller’ but there you have it.