So I’ve been running like a banshee after Ray since becoming a single mom by default. I collapse into bed at night, tired beyond belief, wake up the same way.
Oh. And I’ve lost almost 20 pounds.
In one month. I’ve almost eliminated all fast food from my diet (about 1 time every 2 weeks or so), so that helped it along, too. I can’t tell yet in the area’s I want to know that I’ve lost weight– like the waistband of my jeans. But… But…
I’m wearing a shirt I haven’t worn in a very long time. The sleeves aren’t tight on me anymore, and it’s not skin tight across areas that I don’t appreciate the attention in.
So. I may not be losing where I wanna, but at least I’m losing. Right?
And the best part about it is that Ray loves it. Thinks the things we’re doing are just the greatest things in the world. Spending time with his momma and having fun.
More soon, promise. Gotta tell you about my brush with the Swine Flu.