Today I thought I'd be sure to wake up before the kids and get started on my workout early. But baby Holly had other plans! She has a cold and has not let me do much today. This is what I look like right now as I try to type with one hand
Which reminds me, you can follow me on Instagram now! Today is what I would consider my first day. I've had the account for awhile but didn't use it. http://instagram.com/happywifeandmama You'll catch some "behind the scene" snapshots of my daily workout, the kids, and life in general.
My kids are not cooperating with me. Days like today make me feel like I deserve to eat empty calories. I've created an unhealthy attachment to food. I think if I eat chocolate (or something else yummy!) I will feel better emotionally. This simply isn't true. If you feel this way, talk to me about it. I'd love to talk you through the fallacious logic behind emotional eating (or stress eating).
Days like today make me glad I've joined a fitness challenge group! There's no way I can go in there and admit that because my daughter is sick I decided I deserved to eat cookies or that my son was whining and that means I get to eat bread and rice. They keep me accountable.
The official starting stats are in:
Which reminds me, you can follow me on Instagram now! Today is what I would consider my first day. I've had the account for awhile but didn't use it. http://instagram.com/happywifeandmama You'll catch some "behind the scene" snapshots of my daily workout, the kids, and life in general.
My kids are not cooperating with me. Days like today make me feel like I deserve to eat empty calories. I've created an unhealthy attachment to food. I think if I eat chocolate (or something else yummy!) I will feel better emotionally. This simply isn't true. If you feel this way, talk to me about it. I'd love to talk you through the fallacious logic behind emotional eating (or stress eating).
Days like today make me glad I've joined a fitness challenge group! There's no way I can go in there and admit that because my daughter is sick I decided I deserved to eat cookies or that my son was whining and that means I get to eat bread and rice. They keep me accountable.
The official starting stats are in:
Official weight is 152 pounds:
Additional artwork is courtesy of my 2-year-old. Kids get in the way, and that's okay. They need us more than we need a non-artistic diagram.
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