Monday, April 01, 2013
It's a song I sing to my little ones. From Abba, or more specifically Mama Mia. I've adapted it to what I call "lullaby style" and I've sung it to them since they were in the womb.
Once I dreamed of Juliard and singing opera. And now I sing to my babies as if they were my audience of thousands.
Dreams change, you see?
I may not be who I always wanted to be, or do what I dreamed of doing as a child.
But this moment, I am content.
I have been walking with the kids for hours every day. I. Am. Exhausted. It has been 45-50 degrees outside the last few days so we have been making it count. I need to figure out an appropriate playground workout and I'll be fine. Love this warmer weather!
No regular pop for more than a week. Last friday. So 9 days. Winning!
I do need to be better at drinking water.
I have not done a weigh in yet, maybe later. Not sure that the results will matter too much. I know I'm doing a lot better.
Thursday is the big day...on quitting smoking.
I'm terrified of failure, I've failed so many times before.
But I can't even walk up the freaking hill without huffing and puffing, and it is the next step.