I'm going to run with this little vibe o'positivity I have going on. Loathe as I am to admit it, I think part of the contentedness comes from having 36 straight hours of no children. Cleaning my house makes me feel good, too.
And singing.
And dancing.
And accepting who I am for a few minutes.
I feel like a minor fat ass at 92.5 pounds this a.m. but that's ok. After the week I had, I was quietly hoping to have made the drop below 90. (I want it/I don't want it) It's ok though, my distraction. I know my crazy by now.
Oh my gosh, I just realized that I don't feel physically weak. YES!

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