Ms Elizabeth's Journal, 28 April 2015

The magic of Tuesday continues with another drop in weight. Maybe I should just weigh in on Tuesdays and forget Monday. Then again without Mondays taunting would Tuesdays drop be as big? Hmm... Maybe I should just weigh in every day until the scale tells me what I want to hear. It could be like the kids asking for something 401 times before I finally just yell yes. Eventually the scale has to say 130. If it doesn't it will eventually brake. I'm not positive any of this makes sense but I like the idea.

At home Baby J (peanut who is quickly growing out of peanut size)is attempting to escape. He went from the army crawl to some strange sitting butt hop gallop thing. And he's tricky.. He figured out there is a desk behind the couch with drawers he can open.. oh and the recliner has a cord.. and there is a magical drawer in the kitchen full of magical plastic containers. It was raining yesterday and his nose is still running so we stayed in and explored together. Mostly because he kept finding anything and everything he couldn't have so I got on the floor with him. Today.. my hips are killing me. I think it was the attempted army crawl. Ever try to army crawl on hardwood floors? I did. It wasn't pretty. When I wasn't slipping in place I think my butt was jiggling. I couldn't manage the butt hop gallop thing so instead I crawled. My arms were either too short or my butt was too large. Want a new workout? Immitate a baby. It's no wonder the kid can almost do a pullup and I can't. Plus it kept the snot monster happy and entertained having someone at his level. As an extra special bonus I found a remote that's been missing for almost a year now in the underside of the recliner. Baby J found his brothers fruit snack wrappers. Both dogs were so confused I think they are tramatized.

Today is another diet by budget type of day. It's amazing what you don't eat when you're not willing to spend any extra money. I can only eat what I bring from home. The problem is I pack my breakfast and lunch when I'm not hungry or craving chocolate. Apparently the me at home likes to torture the me at work because I've gotten to work two mornings in a row now and thought.. You psychopath!! What were you thinking!?!?! I didn't curse though. I wanted to. But I didn't.