Hello, hello, hello! I am currently gearing up to exercise—boobs in what is essentially a vice grip against my chest, leggings on, hair in a ponytail at the top of my head. Let’s fucking go. Only problem is I do not want to. I mean, I do. But I don’t.
Addison is in her crib (though she’s not asleep), and the laundry is going in both the washer and dryer. I know that once I get over myself and just do it, I’ll feel better, but man, my legs are still sore from yesterday. Practice makes progress, though, right?
I tried tracking calories yesterday for the first time and realized, before dinner, that I’m just not eating enough. Crazy, right? You wouldn’t be able to tell by looking at me. As we were thinking about dinner, I found out I needed to eat at least 800 more calories just to hit a minimum for the day. Did you know that if your caloric intake isn’t high enough, you won’t lose weight? It’s wild. How does that even make sense?
Historically, I guess I haven’t eaten enough. Maybe that’s why I’ve never felt like I was enough.
Anyway, Addison is getting a delivery today—potty training panties! She knows her cues, she knows when she’s going, she just needs an extra push, I think. They’ve got Bluey characters on them, so I’m sure she’ll love them. I’m also getting a water flosser! I’ve been back on the oral hygiene wagon lately: oil pulling, using two different toothbrushes when I brush (first a soft bristle, then my AquaSonic). My teeth feel cleaner already!
After nap time, it’s potty time again (and then again every half an hour forever) then we’re making banana bread with the four overripe bananas we have.
Anyway, I need to get this workout started.
Love you, hope you have a good day!
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