Tomorrow is day one of my Bikini Body Mommy 3.0 adventure..
I fail miserably at these programs.. they are too strict.. they deprive too much.. they work you too hard.. they don’t work you hard enough..
I have decided to do BBM 3.0 and have accountability partners.. I’m actually running this BBM journey with a few online friends.. I’ll be the one posting the videos and asking for updates from the people who have joined me..
I am hoping that since they will be depending on me to keep them motivated, that it means I will stay motivated myself..
I have decided that I will not be following her meal plan.. I will take the supplements that she has suggested and do her work outs.. I will be increasing my water intake as well.. but I will eat what I like and practice moderation.
Bright at early tomorrow morning I will weigh myself for the first time in over a month.. which will be horrifying.. and I will post it publicly which is even more horrifying..
I went though a depression for that month that I didn’t step on a scale.. and I am a comfort eater..so that doesn’t really bode well for me. I’m not sure what I weigh right now, but I can guarantee that it is more than 200 lbs so I am a bundle of nerves tonight because I know I will not be happy with what I see on the scale.
For now.. I will try not to let it get to me too much.. but seeing as I am writing about it.. it’s not easy to not think of.
I am not sure how regularly I will be posting about it here as I will be posting it in the womens group that I am in and posting it on Instagram.. But I will try to keep you updated.. My invisible reader.. who is so invisible that it doesn’t show in the stats that you have read my blog entries.
So my boss offers me muffins today to take home.. Yesterday muffins so we can’t sell them. I say okay then forget about it.. Just as I am about to head out he calls me back and reminds me to take some.
I did.. I asked the cook if she wanted any.. She said no.. I asked my boss if he wanted any.. He said no.. I took the majority of them and left 4 behind..
Not because I felt bad for taking them all.. But because I couldn’t fit anymore in my bag.
He told me that I would grow to hate muffins.. Not likely.. My daughter will take some to school.. My boyfriend will take some to work.. And I can spend less money on muffins for them on the grocery bill..
I hope they don’t make too many chocolate chip muffins.. *blink* *blink*
It will be hard to get sick of something I will probably not get a chance to eat..
What are the perks you get at your job?
My 11 year old is so independent.. She has always found a way to look at the bright side.. She didn’t do her laundry over the weekend so I told her to put her laundry in the wash when she got home last night & I would put it in the dryer when she was in bed.
I was still making dinner because it was my first time making cabbage rolls.. Not realizing that it was an all day meal..
I was also dealing with a
So I had a hot bath to try working out the ache..
And the baby was very clingy because as dictates childhood.. She is suffering from separation anxiety.. She has been more and more clingy as she has realized that mommy working is going to be a regular thing.
While I was in the bath I kept imagining a Wolf spider crawling out of my overflow drain.. Then when I stopped seeing that I saw Elans stuffed bird eating spider doing the same..
I freaked out and leapt out of the tub.. Wondering how a 30 year old woman still let her imagination get the better of her.
Anyway.. With all of that I forgot my older girls clothes.. I realized that when I was sleeping this morning and stirred a little when I heard the shower going.
My sweet.. Independent.. Chipper girl.. Went downstairs with the laundry card.. Switched the laundry herself.. Came up.. Got everything else ready for school while she waited for her clothes..
And when I apologized for not putting her clothes in the dryer.. She apologized for not telling me she did this morning but she as in the shower..
This morning could have gone sooooo much worse..
I really do have the best daughters in the world..
Now I feel like such a bad mom.. 😛
So today didn’t start off not so hot..
It began with a talk with le boyfriend about his job.. And mine.. And sacrifice.. I don’t really want to go into more detail than that..
Let’s just leave it at.. I didn’t feel to good by the end of it..
I took my baby to her sitter today so she could go to playgroup again..
And now I am off to rescue my boyfriend & cheat on my coffeehouse with my usual cup o joe..
After which, I get to go to a food place again to make sandwiches and salads for everyone else just to make my way home and start dinner too..
Whoa.. A bit of pent up frustration.. Sorry about that..
I miss the weekend already..
Have you ever sacrificed doing what you love for your SO just to have them treat it like it meant nothing? How did you handle it?
So I had 2 shifts next week at the place I gave my 2 weeks notice as of yesterday.. When I came in today there were no shifts by my name.. Just in time for thanksgiving weekend..
So.. The question is.. Do I get paid for thanksgiving still? Do I get to redeem the coupons I have earned and have yet to receive? What’s the deal?
I tried to get a hold of my boss to see.. She let it go to voicemail & didn’t return my call..
Are they really that mad at me? I tried to make it work with them.. I renegotiated a schedule with them.. It just didn’t make financial sense to stay.. I would end up in debt working for them.. I had to leave..
Now they won’t talk to me.. Cancelled my last shifts.. And haven’t let me know why.. Nor even let me know.. If I didn’t look at the schedule today I would have shown up ready for work for nothing..
I would have had my mother in law show up at my house for nothing.. She lives 40 minutes away..
I almost didn’t show up for my shift today.. I was feeling pretty ill this morning..
After the way they treated my customer last night I could have justifiably refused to anyway..
Meh.. Whatever.. The day is over.. It is best not to dwell.. I have two cute kids and an even cuter boyfriend to get home to…