I admit that I have been feeling very weak lately. I haven't been "terrible" but I haven't been "on par". I mean, I already kinda said this is my last post. When I look back, I've actually been eating well, but I continuously feel like it's not enough. I think my energy is just low. Bah.
Hubby and I are waiting anxiously for our holiday checks. At the hospital we work at, if we meet certain goals during the year, all employees get a bonus check in December. I think GOD for this, because I don't know how Christmas would happen otherwise. This, of course, makes me think about peeps who don't have this little extra... So, as my good friend Allen would say - pay it forward. I have some "things" in the works for some who need it.
Everyone should strive to do what they can personally do for someone who is needing some help in some way. I'm not wealthy, by any means, but there are plenty worse off than I, and I can do something for them.
OK, back to the bloggy topic. I'm getting through it. Reving myself up everyday, continuously, to stay away from the crap. Cookies, M&M's are all over the office... but I walk by, telling myself NO to "just one" - because it's NEVER "just one" and my Inner Fat Girl knows it. She likes to trick me into "just one" knowing that means a downward spiral.
I'm going to kick my own ass this evening at Bodyology. Inferno Tabata on tap. Should be sweaty, shaky, and painful. Sweet.