Duck! Here comes the Kashi.

I had a total mental melt down this morning. There I sat crying into my breakfast about my lack of resolve.

My husband tried to convince me that plateaus are normal. I'm not on a plateau, I'm at a mental brick wall. Some days I get so tired of pushing myself and pushing myself to be better. I just want to go into the Baskin Robbins and sit down with a bucket of ice cream and say damnitalltohell, I'm getting fat again. I seriously wanted to chuck all the Kashi at someone yesterday too!

I can't do that.

My husband is very supportive though. He told me he much prefers me now in self improvement mode rather than "fat cow-complaining how I want to be skinner mode", not that he ever thought of me as such, but we have friends who are such. He gave me a hug and said we'll continue to work together. That made me feel a whole lot better.

On we go I guess.