Ms Elizabeth's Journal, 20 August 2016

I am a closet smoked oyster eater and.. I have no clue what to do with myself so I ate smoked oysters. The tiny humans are asleep for a late nap. The preteen is at a sleepover. The husband is in the barn starting chores. I'm basically stuck in the house until a dog barks and wakes everyone up or someone wakes up on their own. I refuse to wake anyone up. I just won't. They're not happy when you wake them up. I refuse to force to very unhappy tiny humans on myself until I absolutely have to. So? So I ate smoked oysters.. and a banana. Technically healthy foods although I don't recommend the combination. Anyone who knows me.. NO I'm not preggers again. I look preggers because I cannot get my butt in gear and lose weight to save my life. The oysters and banana probably didn't help...

Fiber pills!! Seem to do all sorts of things for me. Such as.. farting! I'm farting. Luckily no one is awake or here to hear me. When they are I blame it on the nearest animal. Yes.. cows fart loud enough for your to hear them sometimes. I can totally blame these on a cow. I've been taking 2 about 20 minutes before each meal and it does seem to curb my appetite some. Or maybe that's the big glass of water I'm taking with them. That whole warning to only take them in an upright position and to start out with only 1 serving.. 1 serving is 5 pills 4 times daily. HOLY PILLS BATMAN. No. No thank you. 2 before a meal sounded like a splendid plan to me. Now I just have to get cravings under control. And exercise... And.. stop eating smoked oysters with a banana as a snack. No. Still not pregnant. Why is it that after 3 everyone wants to know when the next one is? Do they want to see if we are the next 20 and counting? 3 are like herding cats. I would hate to see what 4 or 5 are like.

Todays lesson.. no more oysters.. fiber pills.. water.. and move. Move more. A lot more..