So there you have it... we are regular people who - once in a while - have a down day. I'm getting a little depressed about my weight. I wish this wasn't one of my struggles in life. I wish I was stronger when it comes to food and laziness.
When Paul got home things got a little better. I made a nice dinner and fed the baby and got her ready for bed.
Then, I actually went to the gym. I wasn't there long, but it's a start right? When I got home Abigail was passed out on Paul - at 6:30 pm... way too early, but her naps had been interrupted all day by little things like the phone ringing or Madeline screaming. Paul took Madeline out to play on the swings down the street to get out some energy while I showered and then did some reading. Abigail would not wake up... she was out. She finally woke up when everyone else wanted to go to bed, so her and I had a good time playing until about 12 am. I probably shouldn't have even blogged about today, but I made a promise to myself and I am sick of not keeping my promises to myself.

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