Well, well, well... What do you know! I woke up this morning with a little pep in my step. As a matter of fact, I got up, got dressed, started a load of laundry, made the fam some breakfast, sat and ate with them, made the bed, washed up the dishes, gave the Man a quick peck and got Little Boy off to school and myself to work by 7:30... That's what's up.

In the course of the morning I realized my inflamed, teenager Pizza-Face had gotten A LOT calmer... My tummy wasn't screaming at me and looking 3 months pregnant... and I didn't feel like dragging myself back into the bed and remaining in the fetal position for the rest of the day. Hmmm... Maybe the steadfastness with the Gluten for a couple days is starting to take effect again.

See what I meant the other day when I said I know what I need to do... It doesn't take long for me to feel better when I go Gluten-Free. But once I get to feeling better, I want to cheat. No. More. Cheating. Keep me accountable, Folks.

My sis is going to read this. Heather - KEEP ME ACCOUNTABLE. New friend, Rhea - You, too! :) Anybody else out there - PLEASE! I would love nothing more than to have a whole slew of folks in my face telling me not to go for that donut/roll/noodle/etc.

Well, today's plan is to eat RIGHT all day - no to gluten, yes to salad. And tonight I am going to an hour-long bootcamp class that I have been looking forward to. I'm sure the lady's going to kill me, but no worries. I have been killed before and am no worse for the wear. Bring it on, My Friend.