Woes By Any Other Name

I am fully jonesing for a burger right now (though I am trying to convince myself otherwise). Just because my handsome husband has lost more weight than me at this point (what's 9 pounds? I'm not bitter, no.), I shouldn't give up or give into despair and cravings. I am strong. I have lost almost 5 pounds in the past month. I don't need to eat more.

I still really want a burger. Sigh.

So here's to svelteness and not giving into whining about my usual inner topics: my all-around girth (ha ha), our lack of familial funds, our crazy cats, my sweet baby's teething, my workplace/co-workers, etc. I am Super Mummy! I will put on my big girl panties, set a good example and deal!

But why does my meeting tomorrow have to come at 7 bloody 10 in the morning? Oy. No, stay positive--think of the Starbucks that will be waiting for you. Focus. It's all good. To quote one of my favorite new book heroines: "I am calm. I am in control. I am a professional. I can handle this."

Right. I couldn't stop laughing either when she said it. Oh well.