I Tried!

So, I got on the scale this morning and gained about 2 lbs of water weight.  Or it could have been those 4 reduced fat chips ahoy I ate, right?  Well, I decided I'd try to do a one day fruit cleanse.  I packed my sliced apple, bowl of watermelon, banana, and cherries.  I made it to lunch time on my fruit and had to have some substance.  Luckily, I had a 1/4 left of my protein bar left and a handful of peanuts.  I know, I'm just not good at going gung ho on cleanses.  I just can't do it!  So, now I'm savoring my bag of cherries and thinking about what I'm going to eat for dinner.   I've been doing really good with my running, but the diet part is just hard to conquer.  I don't eat super bad, but I don't eat super good either.  It was so much easier before I had Mason.  My weight is at a standstill, but my legs look good with the help of the tan :)
   
This weekend Mason is going to his grandparents.  You know what that means?  Date night for mommy and daddy Friday night and the rest of the weekend is all mine, if Mason doesn't want to come home early.  My "me" time is going to consist of running in the cool mornings, cleaning the way I want to clean (throw away everything possible), and lounging by the pool with my puppies.  I'm so looking forward to not having to raise my voice, pick up messes, and repeat myself over and over and over.  Have a great Memorial Day weekend and don't forget to remember our troops!

Deep Breaths

I haven't blogged in well over a month.  That would be because it requires "me" time and that is few and far in between lately.  I am still standing still in the weight loss factor, but my endurance is up and I'm up to jogging 3 miles.  Yeah me!  That is my outlet at the end of the day, but today, it wasn't at all.  I barely made my 1.5 miles in an even stride, because Mason was tagging along on his scooter.  In between stopping at his crashes, trying to control Ollie & Spot, I gave up.  I was bound to lose mental control at that point.  Maybe I should just go bury myself in a bag of cookies and call it good.  Unfortunately, I let my pint up anger roar like a lion at Mason.  Not only did my run suck, wasn't finished, the kid comes in and gives me attitude when I tell him he needs to take a bath.  I told him no Netflix for another week on top of the first week he just lost over the weekend for his attitude.  He continued to scream and cry at the top of his lungs.  I'm sure the neighbors were loving it.  I told him to go to his room and cry and he kept screaming and crying at me.  Then, I ROARED!