I weighed in today when I got my shot... I'm down three pounds! WOOT! I know it's mostly water weight, but dang if that doesn't give you the incentive to keep going and to tell the demons to STFU. I even successfully got the kids burritos from Taco Bell and didn't sneak bites. Lord knows I wanted to. I love me some TB. Not tuberculosis. I'm not sure why I felt the need to clarify. The only downside to this plan is tonight would be PERFECT to sit on the deck with a beer. :(
I'm not going anywhere tomorrow except the post office. And that's only after Violet gets home from school, because for some reason, the post office is a huge trigger for a meltdown for dear son. And if there's a line, fuggetabowtit, unless there are old ladies to goo and gaa over him. He digs that. I love days where I don't have to go anywhere. That might make me sound a little on the hermit side, but it's true. I like my house and the stuff inside it, and if I don't need to leave, I don't much.
I have a couple of crafty projects lined up that I hope to get accomplished this weekend, but homework first. I did NONE today. Shame on me, for reals. Get your shit together, Rhoades.