Ms Elizabeth's Journal, 25 May 2016

It's time to own it! Weight is up a bit. I'm doing poorly when it comes to well.. just about everything. Time and being prepared is kicking my patoot. Running 4 nights a week for practices, chores, and general meyham have turned us into a convenient food type of family. Convenient food isn't really the best. Neither is filling up on chips and dip while you wait for the convenient food because you were too busy to eat dinner until 8:30 or 9:00 at night. It should get easier with only 4 more weeks of school and 3 more weeks of soccer. But then softball kicks in.. *smacking head*

Still.. I'm determined. I'm logging food. I'm wearing my lil purple fitbit they say doesn't monitor worth a poop. I'm usually on the good side of calories eaten vs. calories burned. I'm kind of surprised I'm not down but there is other stuff going on like carbage and hormones and salt and my scale hates me. I'm going to lose the weight though. I said so. Come plank or squat or salad or the idea I should take up running?? I'm going to do it. I'm going to turn into that girl Kacy Catanzaro from America Ninja Warrior. Yes.. I want to be a tiny powerhouse. That's my goal.. to be a tiny powerhouse. With muscles.. and the ability to randomly flex and show actual muscle and not just fat jiggle. Not steroid level but.. yup she could kick your patoot level.

Today's motivation is.. a book called put your big girl panties on. It's a fiction book about a girl that loses weight and ends up with her too good for her trainer.. overall the book is eh.. there are a ton of smutty parts which is all fine and good until you realize you're listening to an audio book.. and its warm out.. you're stuck in traffic in the middle of town.. and you're windows are down.. and the guy in the suv next to your suv is watching you in horror the word "Plung" keeps popping up over and over and over and over again. To which all you can do is turn the volumn down and point to the row of various sized empty child seats behind you and shrug. And.. hope the light changes in case he decides to respond.

So in summary.. doing badly.. listening to motivational smut.. and setting goals for myself that well.. if I put a picture of me next to a picture of what I want to be you could probably label them as Zero-Discipline and Focus to Ultra-Discipline and Super-Focus. OR!!! Hot Mess vs.. Girl who has her crap together, never had 3 kids, is probably a professional athlete. Go big or go home right?? It's good to have dreams. I think. Maybe I'm just delusional. Either could be true at this point.