Wednesday, April 4, 2012
I confess...My Mom is dating. It is weird. At least she hasn't asked me if condoms come in different sizes.
I confess...I used to have a pet duck named Quackers. He was leash trained. I hatched him in an incubator. He was eaten by a fox. The end.
I confess...I can sing. While I have sung in front of thousands of people doing PR for my college, I have never had the desire to sing professionally. I love to sing loud and proud....unless it is in front of my husband or family (except my kiddos)...then I have SERIOUS stage fright. This bugs my husband to no end.
I confess...I have an irrational fear of serial killers. Sure, they are something to be scared of, but they seriously FREAK me out! Though I am pretty sure there hasn't been a serial killer that has targeted overweight suburban stay at home mamas....(((shudder)))
I confess...I somehow tweaked my lower back/sciatic last week and have been a total slug since. I have been to the massage therapist and chiropractor, I have applied ice and heat, I have been taking Advil like it was candy and applying Bengay like it was going out of style. I am not nearly as far on my packing as I should be. I am getting so very frustrated. Ever since I started doing the BFC, I have either been sick or hurting, which is definitely NOT the norm for me. I have been in bed more the last 2 1/2 months than I have the last 5 years combined. I am not sure what to make of it. I have relaxed the reigns on my eating. My head is not there right now.