Dear Berkeley: I'm sorry I can't come to your house to celebrate your 4th birthday this weekend! You are becoming a professional at making Auntie D feel bad and become desperate to try to fit the 4 hour drive between our houses into my inconveniently packed weekend. I also want to thank you for offering to call my boss and ask him if I can go to your house today instead of come in to work. You are a smart little cookie. Don't you ever change!
|Credit goes to my sister-in-law. For the cute kid & the picture I "borrowed".|
Dear Scale: I stepped on you for the first time in a few weeks and I almost started crying. It's back to eating as "clean" as I can and hitting the gym to try to force myself to like running. The hard part about changing my lifestyle is my discovery of Trader Joe's macarons in the frozen section (12 for $5!). The encouraging part about changing my lifestyle is that my gym is almost done building a brand spankin' new gym that will be finished in a month! I can't wait!