we had a bad day.

(You can SEE the bad day on my face.)

We had a bad day.
Nothing was good for Little Girl.
Wanted this, not that.
Got that, not this.
Melt downs were the music of our morning.

"Maybe you could bring lunch home?"

No.
Daddy makes everything better, we'll eat with him.

Big mistake.
Worst mistake.

The meltdowns of all meltdowns.
The worst day of her entire life.
Kicking, screaming, throwing chips.

This isn't my child.
Who stole my child?

3 trips outside.
Mama crying in the booth.

"Can we get this to-go?"

Angry baby.
Anxious Mama.
Cool, calm, collected Daddy.

Ignore the stares.
Ignore the comments.
Get. Out. Of. There.

Pulls my hair.
Scratches my neck.
Pop that bottom.

In the car, forgot Daddy.
Mama meltdown.

Home.
Safe.
Nap.


We had a bad day.
We had a good nap.
We ate frosting from the can and watched Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. *
Definitely not Paleo.
Totally worth it.
And I believe a new tradition was born.

(*Pants optional. Blanket necessary.)

the red shirt journey (weeks 3 & 4)

My posting has slowed down, but I promise you I'm still working hard!

I am down 5 pounds total.
AND
One shirt and pant size.

I still, STILL, have yet to get my inches recorded, but I KNOW I'm losing more than the scale is showing.

I feel it in my slowly-getting-too-big clothes.
I see it in the mirror.
AND
I hear it when my Husband and other sweet people tell me they see a difference.

I'd be lying if I said it's been easy.
Or that everything is going exactly how I planned.
(I mean, I was hoping I'd at least be losing 3-4 pounds a week. Ha!)
I'm changing my whole life in this process, so I've come to accept the set backs and not be filled with guilt when life happens.

Because life happens.
Ankles get sprained.
Babies have bad nights.
Husbands get stomach bugs.
Life happens.

Choosing the healthier options is becoming second nature to me and while I still hate waking up before the sun, once I'm at the gym... I love it.
BUT, I am noticing that I start to slide on Thursdays and by Sunday I'm eating whatevs.
Husband is off on Fridays, so I'm 99% sure it has to do with him being home.
This week I'm coming up with ways to combat that.

My saving graces are my friends.
My accountability.

I text one friend before eating anything and everything.
She does the same to me.
And like I've said before, so many times I see her healthier meal and it challenges me to change mine.

The other friend is my gym partner.
Having someone there with you makes a world of difference.
I texted her last week before heading to the gym.

"I was really hoping you'd cancel this morning. I'm. So. Tired."
To which she replied...
"Haha! Nope, it is time."

So, getchu some of these friends.


Happy Weekending!