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Fell off the wagon

It is June 4, 2013.  That means I only have 84 days until my birthday. I have regained some of my weight loss back and I feel (insert word choice here, the ones I thought of aren't very nice).

Eighty-four days is exactly 12 weeks. At two pounds a week, that's 24 pounds. And I wouldn't meet my goal by 3 pounds. I'll let you do the math. 

I'm positive there are some small changes I can make to start the process.  For example, packing my lunch for work and going back to less soda/more water. School is out tomorrow and that means the kids don't have to be up for anything and I could walk before work on my day shifts. I wouldn't feel as rushed either.

I'm trying to get my husband on board for a structured family event each evening we're home. Like a reading night, game night, pool day....etc. I firmly believe more family time will help everyone be healthier.

Another big change? As much as I love to bake, three batches of cake mix cookies at one time is really stupid and definitely self-sabotage. I need to go back to just making cupcakes for the boys and freezing them.

I bought a crustless sandwich maker so I could start making our own. That would save money and time.  Plus the boys can pick what they want in them (I want pb and nutella as a treat on a cheat day.)

Tomorrow will be wordless Wednesday...pics to come of the scale, me in my work clothes and a casual outift.  I will even hold myself accountable to my size by posting it.

So, eighty-four days. And it will be filled with MORE! More water, more fruit, more veggies, more movement with my boys, more time with my husband.