Well-known fact about me: I'm horrible at keeping in touch with my friends ( Read more... )

It's been a while ( Read more... )

I don't feel like I belong out here, in the middle of the desert, surrounded by pavement and street lights and Walmarts. Living in a little box surrounded by so many other little boxes that people live in. Life is a constant cycle of money in, money out. Eat, sleep, exist. Surround yourself with THINGS in an attempt to compensate for the fact that ( Read more... )

Sometimes I wonder if stress eating is a survival mechanism. Maybe once upon a time it actually served a purpose, and the reason people are so stinkin' fat these days is because the system we've created is such that most stressful problems can no longer be solved through actual physical work. So instead we sit around eating too much and worrying.

After eating extra food yesterday, my boobs felt like they were going to explode when I woke up this morning.

I'm not entirely sure, but my milk supply seems to have decreased. Finn has been acting like he's STARVING all the time. I thought it was just a growth spurt, but it's been a couple weeks and it just seems to be getting worse. So I'm adding in some more calories for the next few days to see if that makes a difference ( Read more... )

I've lost 5 lbs since I started dieting, so over about 3 weeks. Neat-o. I'd be happy with 5 lbs per month. Though really this diet is proving to be stupidly easy and I could totally kick it up a notch by actually EXERCISING.

Maybe my metabolism isn't as crappy as I thought it was. I was just eating way too much and being a huge lazy-butt.

So, I finally reached my fatness breaking point. I'm just sick of it. And I decided that if I can keep my house clean every day, there is absolutely no reason why I can't lose weight. I just have to give in to my obsessive-compulsive tendencies ( Read more... )

Since I'm trying to be grateful for what I have rather than constantly whining about all the things I want, I thought I'd try to think of things that I like about living here ( Read more... )

So, we bought a crib. It was intended for Finn because he's going to outgrow his bassinet soon, but we ended up putting Xander in it instead. He was just getting so unruly with putting him down to sleep and waking up in the middle of the night and climbing into our bed and squirming and kicking us and we'd just had it ( Read more... )