I just rushed to get my lawn mowed so that when you drive by it doesn't totally resemble a jungle since we have had so. much. rain. and whaddya know? THE SUN IS OUT! We have been living in a rain forest for weeks and weeks, and this yard is just, ick. I miss my old yard, we had sort of gotten landscaping under control, had a fence, and it was already done. To start over with a blank slate really blows.
So, happy fourth! That's tomorrow. Yay. I don't like fireworks. I like parties -- but no thank you on the fireworks -- and the little one is terrified of loud noises. In fact I think the boy is actually working all day tomorrow -- and we don't have plans. *lights a sparkler, woo*
Woot. Time to stock on my liquid courage, because....
I'm starting a 28 day Bariatric Bootcamp this week! *ANGST!*
It's time. I cannot go this path any further, Beth has got to get a GRIP on her snackgrazingmealignoringchewingcud. It's never been this hard to quit -- I know a lot of it has to do with the anti-seizure meds that are WORKING... so I have to get my own grip. I am going to be following the plan here, because look! it's mah face!
Somehow I needed this. I needed it NOW. The timing is pretty damn impeccable. Time to cut out the games and just DO SOMETHING TO GET MY REAR IN GEAR.
I really have no excuses. I mean, seriously, get a grip, woman.
I plan to photograph and blog my progress, it's necessary to keep myself motivated. I will do an official weigh-in on Monday, and off I go.