It’s Tuesday. Confession time.
On every confession Tuesday I imagine all of us sitting around in a great big room together, all patiently awaiting our turn to confess. Some of us are checking our phones, twittering, chatting and laughing. Others are quiet and nervous. This group here at the sisterhood is tight and full of love so I just know that there would be endless hugs, high-fives and many, many laughs.
Could you imagine how much fun this would be? Sure we would be sharing our faults (but also our success stories), but to have all of us together in person to uplift each other? Damn, that would be priceless. The true meaning of SISTERHOOD (plus guys).
(thank goodness for the Internet for bringing all of us together)
I get all teary thinking about it (damn hormones)
So instead I will close my eyes, confess and imagine that I am sitting next to you and I’ll spill my guts. Then it’s your turn, go ahead, I’m listening.
(I’m good at hugs too)
This past week has been hard. My baby has been ill (RSV) and all routines (and sleep) went out the window. I think they are buried under the snow since I am having a hard time getting back in the groove.
* I did not keep up on my water intake
* I over ate. I’m talking like I ate like the fate of the world depended on it. (your welcome, we survived)
* I polished off an entire box of tagalongs myself. Damn girl scout cookies.
* I drank 3 Mexican bottled cokes. Do you know how many grams of carbs are in there? Not good.
* I did not excersize one bit, not once. Unless you count holding a 15# baby non stop for days. Then ,phew, my arms got a work out.
* I did not weigh in this past week for fear of knowing that number went up. I rolled with the notion that ignorance is bliss. (but it is not)
Where does this leave me (and possibly others in the back row)?
I know big things are coming (read tomorrow), things are going to change and it is time for yet another wicked challenge here at shrinking jeans. Will you be joining us?
Spring is in the air…