Ms Elizabeth's Journal, 02 August 2016

I slipped the teeniest, tiniest bit last night and an oreo and a handful of M&Ms made it into my mouth. Immediately got back on track and didn't turn it into an excuse throw in the towel for the.. 26 minutes I was still awake. I know exactly what did it. I was sore. The kids were delighted by my sobs of "just go to bed"! And my husband insisted he would love me spider eggs and all but he would not suck out the spider eggs. Seriously? This falls short of my romance novel love scene. When I finish my fiber farting, edible thong romance story there is going to be a man willing to suck out spider eggs in it. Grossed out yet? Me too!! Apparently so was the husband because he patted my butt and left the room after loving me spider eggs and all.

Two nights ago I became the main course for a common house spider. My neck was apparently his favorite spot because I have a handful of bites there. All of them seem fine except for the one that is on a nerve because it hurts and it's swollen and I swear it's the size of a baseball but my husband says it's the size of a small marble and supposedly contains no eggs but he still won't attempt to suck any out if they actually did exist. Yes these are the types of conversations we have and yes we have been married for 5 years now.

Anyways.. ice packs seem to be a minor fix but then the kids thought ice packs were cool and they wanted to put them on their butts. *reminder to self - buy new ice pack on the way home* Stess of a sort had me at an oreo and a handful of m&ms before I passed out in the middle of my "I'm gonna kill that bugger" spider hunt where I used myself as bait. Ok.. I told my husband our children were robots and ice pack stealing aholes that never sleep and.. then passed out leaving him to deal with the last tiny human who had declared dad is his favorite and then set up camp next to him on the couch.

On the bright side. I did manage 15 minutes on the elliptical, 15 minutes of milking cows when the water pump overheated, and chased tiny humans who had stolen my ice pack. That pretty much cancelled the food slip. Also I'm back on track today without a single slip despite temptation being thrown at me left and right. My new motto is "I deserve better." I deserve to treat myself better, I deserve a smaller butt, I deserve to fit back into my cute work clothes, and I deserve to wake up at 3am to get child X a Y without walking through the house like a cow just ran me over. Oh and if I make it through an entire month without peaking at a scale. I deserve a freakin medal. I never knew how addicted I was to the scale until I said no scale for a month. 23 days to go!

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839 kcal

Fat: 53.33g | Prot: 59.83g | Carb: 22.94g.   Breakfast: Egg. Lunch: Cooked Summer Squash (from Fresh), Cheddar Cheese, Beef Steak. Dinner: Driscoll's Blueberries, Ground Beef (80% Lean / 20% Fat). more...