I’m having a moment.
These damn things have complete control over me.
I didn’t weigh in Saturday. Matt is working nights and I’m nursing around the clock. This has lead to shitty eating and screwy sleep schedules.
I could even use the word “binge” to describe the last week+ of my life.
*sigh*
Struggling to get back in the swing of things. It’s hard when food=comfort.
Here’s my little Easter egg.
Here are some more from our family picnic.
I melt.
I need to get my shit together for the two of them. They deserve the best me, and this isn’t it.
