HARD TO BELIEVE, isn't it? As I am too lazy to count myself, I am going by the much more together Diane of Fit To the Finish (who, and I will just say it, seems like such an incredibly dear, balanced, and kindly person.) So we're half done with the Hot 100 Challenge and I am still dangling 2 pounds above my Jan 1 goal. The suspense.
I did pretty well with my exercise goals- did my weights 3 1/2 times (last night would be the half.) I hit Zumba three times although today was subpar due to a missing piece of key technology: the running bra. I am protective of the girls. I did acquire Zumba shoes so I'll give a report after I try them out. And I bought a pair of size 12 khakis for my new job because they fit better than the 14s. And I am wearing them. And they are not tight. As I have pointed out to every member of my family currently present including the dog.
I am missing my husband. Do you ever miss someone physically? When I am missing my little girl I have a little-girl-sized lack in the middle of my body, just where she fits when I squeeze her. I still hug the big kids though I am trying to be protective of their dignity. Mostly I like to look at them.
I may be short a husband (who is eating beignets and gumbo and learning from the heavy hitters in his field). But I have a fire in the fireplace, the homework is done, the kids fed and the kitchen tidied, and now I get to work on my NaNoWriMo project. Woot!