F* It MondaysSo, a couple of weeks ago, this is what happened... Let me set the scene. It was Monday night. I was just sitting around with the boys that I live with.
Me: "I want cupcakes. Chocolate. Right now. JD, can we go to the store to get cupcakes?"
Me: "Yes! CUPCAKE!!!" (running around getting keys... looking for my wallet)
Jachin (our housemate): "She's out of points, isn't she?"
JD: "OH Ya."
This is what we call the F* its. When you hit the point that you don't care what you put in your mouth because it doesn't matter, because you aren't going to be tracking it. The last couple weeks I have gotten the case of the Monday F* its. SO much so that my boyfriend has affectionately started to call this day of the week F* It Monday. He's right. I hit Monday and I say, "Eh! I will eat whatever..."
So, I have been trying to decide why I think that it is that Mondays I don't care. Why I can go to a party on Saturday, not eat anything by chewing gum, work out on Saturday and Sunday, and not use ANY flex points since Friday... and then Monday hits and it's ALL down hill. And I weigh in on Tuesday. My challenge this week is to talk through this conundrum with friends. I want to figure out WHY this is. Why do I lose all my motivation and drive on Monday. If you have any thoughts PLEASE share!
A Picture is Worth A Thousand WordsOne of the joys being a teacher is that you get to take a school picture every year. I will let these photos speak for themselves.
|2009. If you can even get past the HAIR... eesh!|
|2010 A step up from the last one. But still... a uneven eyed bird comes to mind.|
|Face, more slim. Hair, much cuter. Confidence, much better.|
HUGE Shout Out
Before I sign out for the evening, I want to leave a HUGE HUGE HUGE shout out to 3 certain ladies who helped me make it through a hard Saturday evening. I texted SOS and they came to the rescue. Additionally, after a SOS email requesting help staying on track Serina came over Saturday morning to do Zumba and go for a walk. Shelby has texted at least once every day to check in on. Meg has been more than encouraging through email and text. Ladies!!! I don't know what I do without you.
One more shout out to Beth from work. When I told her that I wanted her to help make sure I didn't eat anything at the party, she went and bought gum so I would have something to chew. I am a lucky lady.