Pete’s feet aren’t chubby little baby feet anymore. They’ve turned long and lean, and they look like miniature versions of Rockford’s feet. It’s bittersweet, but they make me smile.
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I think I’m standing in my way
Part of the “3 in 30” program is a weekly update, and I am so not proud to provide it this week. Because I’ve made almost zero progress on my April goals.
Behold:
- Lose 5 pounds
- This isn’t going so well. I’ve been doing Weight Watchers for awhile, to no avail. It seems that just paying them doesn’t actually make the pounds go away. So I should probably say I’ve been giving my money to the Weight Watchers corporation. I didn’t do a great job this week, nutritionally speaking, but I did at least write down what I ate. Mostly. I think. Next week’s goal: Write everything down, and don’t eat any more cake. Or doughnuts.
- Exercise
- We’re eight days into April. And I’ve logged one day of exercise. That was yesterday, when I mowed the lawn and went to the gym. Fourteen days to go. Exercising once every eight days won’t get me there.
- Counting blessings
- Writing down a few things every evening. This was the simplest thing on my list. And I haven’t started doing it yet. I need a kick in the pants. Sheesh.
She obviously hasn’t seen ‘Bring it On’
The children are doing puzzles in the kitchen floor. Pete stands up and starts to dance.
Pete: “Oh yeeaah, break it down!”
Poppy: “Don’t say that, Pete. We are not breaking it down.”
Pete: “Well, I’m breaking it down.”
Poppy: “Well, I’m not breaking it down. Girls don’t break it down.”
Pete: “Baby jaguars break it down.”