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So there I am! Living it up in my 30-somethings with a ridiculously hot hubby, 3 seriously outgoing matter-of-fact smart beautiful kids, a cat named Roxii that just won't quit, 2 chihuahuas named Lokii (what was I thinking) and Brodii who don't understand the concept of pee outside.

I'm a strongly opinionated, outspoken, inappropriate and absolutely unapologetic chick going through this thing called life and trying to do it with my sanity intact. So far, this isn't working out so well!

Follow me as I confession myself straight to the LCBO. My rants, my way...you've been warned ;) Xo

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The MFP Approach

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At the request if my soon to be trainer I jumped on my fitness pal, again, so he could stalk my food tracking. At first I was all no big deal but now I'm all like wtf don't judge me.

We all know I can't do everything all at once. You either get me with the nutrition OR you get my fat ass working out -- never both at the same time.

That said up until today I was down 2.8lbs. Easy to do when you are over the 24 hour mark on your period and you end up sick for 2 days.

Then today happened. Or rather convenience and laziness settled in around 6pm and we ended up with McDs for dinner and I hate myself for it. Not because it is McDs and everyone says it is so bad, but because I really don't even like it!!! I don't even like it much and yet I ate and now I feel gross and guilty.

Screw you McDs.

All I know is tomorrow is my evaluation and I am NOT looking forward to seeing it all in front of me about how shit I've been taking "care" of me. Life happens and I spend more time worrying about everyone else and as such spend no time worrying about me.

Yes. My priorities are a little fucked.