I’m on my third year of modified bullet journaling (I use mostly pre-made layouts and prefer a binder over a notebook) and planning out our next week always brings me a bit of joy. Here’s this week’s layout and my album of choice, Andrew Belle’s Black Bear.
The older I get the more I realize I have little to no self-control.
I’ve started so many diets. Like, it’s embarrassing. I decided to try the Military Diet just to kick start my “usual” diet (a mix of low carb and intermittent fasting) last week because I thought “Hey, I like everything on this list and it’s just 3 days. Easy Peasy.”
Not easy peasy.
Day one: Mark brought me home a donut first thing in the morning. It was a pink donut with sprinkles and he knows that’s my favorite. (I’m Homer Simpson at heart.) Don’t let anyone tell you that there are only five love languages because there are six and the sixth is Food. So like.. I had to eat the donut. Rules is rules.
Day two: I told the fam to just do whatever they wanted for dinner. They chose pizza. I had one bite of cheese bread dipped in marinara. Then I scarfed the whole thing in ten seconds flat, my new personal record.
Day three: Mark wrangled kids all day so I could tackle cleaning our closet. A distraction! I could totally get through the day without cheating! I proceeded to make him lunch and ate three of his fish sticks and a large spoonful of mac and cheese.
See? No self-control. BUT I did lose 3lbs! Honestly I don’t feel too bad about it. Bad bitches gotta eat donuts. (Babe, put that on my headstone when I die please.)
The hardest part of jumping back into blogging is doing just that…jumping.
Honestly, these days when I jump I piss myself. #thanksDexter
We’re sneaking past the tiny baby stage with Atlas and I’m finding myself with a little more time on my hands. I’ve already cleaned and re-organized our entire house (shout out to Marie Kondo) except for the kids’ rooms and our closet but I’m not a brave enough woman to get to those yet. All in due time.
I want to do something for myself, because that’s been hard the last few years. See, when you have 3 kids in 3.5 years you quickly go from being your own person to just being Mom. Which is fine. I own this role. I’m not great at it, but I do own it. ha! My life is preparing food that won’t get eaten, squeezing into high-waisted jeans, shouting “You’re fine, shake it off” every three minutes, and cleaning up poop.
So much goddamn poop.
So here we are, and I’ve vowed to at least blog once a week, even if it’s something as simple as a quick journal entry. (Sorry though, no “dear diary” shit here. It’s pretty much just lyrics I currently love.) It’s something for me, even if I’m struggling with where to start.
Here’s a picture of my most normal child to kick things off again. Cheers.