There will be Curse Words

Holy Shiz mother effer I am sick the hell of this day.

I woke up feeling like I had been ran the hell over by a freight liner, then I looked in the mirror and was estatic to see my stomach looking so amazing.

Then I batch cooked a bunch of food, read some more, did my motherly duties. Hit the gym early. All was well until about 3:30 and from then on it has been going south. I am pissy!! I want to eat a gosh damn whole jar of peanut butter. I do not want another meal of freaking dry ass chicken and asparagus, or tilapia and asparagus (suprisingly enough, I actually mind the dry ass chicken more than the tilapia). My mom came over to watch my kids for me tonight, which I super appreciate, but she brought a hamburger and french fries with a soda and I had to get the hell out of the house before I went crazy.

I want to eat.

I want to eat.

All I can think about is food and how I absolutely CAN NOT eat a damn thing because I am getting in my now even smaller suit in 8 days from this minute. There is no room for error.

Husbands training is tomorrow, I have 30 things to juggle for the day. I am just ready for one easy freaking day and one where I do not think about food for an entire 2 minute time period.

I want to eat

I want to eat

I want to eat

Then end, 8 days out and it is a hard day.