I went to make my bed this morning.
But the pillows were in just the right places, hours after first leaving them.
The littlest boy was down for a nap, the older two boys watching a show so mom could get ready for the day before taking Beckham to preschool, so I crawled in.
I had to be careful not to immediately fall asleep....that NEVER happens to me.
Why can't it feel like that when I go to sleep at night?
If that's what I had to look forward to I would go to sleep much, much earlier. Instead I go to bed because it's time, not because I am tired. Consequently I toss and turn to find just the right spot, constantly remind myself to stop.thinking.already, and then become frustrated, pick up a book, or sudoku and stay up even later.
I'm sure my lack of sleep contributes to the 15 lbs I STILL have left to lose. That's right people, FIFTEEN. And my baby is a year old. Yes, yes, I did have a slight buffalo wings addiction during Sanders' pregnancy so I had a bit more to lose, but 15? It nearly devastating.
It's not from lack of trying. I've been consistently exercising for well over a month, making healthy choices for food--for the most part-- and nothing. Nada. Zilch. Not 1 lb, not one inch. If anything I weigh even more, although I am not in a state of mind to even come close to admitting that.
Now if my clothes were fitting looser I would just chalk it up to adding muscle to the mix, but nope, not even that glimmer of hope for me.
I also assume it's because I am 30 now. I truly thought all the "rumors" of women having a tougher time losing the weigh 30 years and beyond were wife tales, but I must be a testimony of it because the 2o -something year old me would have seen some results by now.
I really don't care what the scale says as long as the love handles are gone, ya know?
Good bye Love Handles. Your services, whatever they are, are no longer needed.
Do you think that will work?