Until this month The scale reflected my efforts with exercise and food. I knew it was an honest reflection. I was accepting of what I saw.
I mentioned earlier I am frustrated with the scale this
I feel like if I forget the scale I will balloon up 20 pounds instantly.
I am pissed, frustrated and let's not forget dead on my feet AGAIN. I went scrapbooking last night. Got home past midnight, in bed around 1am. Baby woke at 1:20 am, then again around 3am (can't remember), hubby up a 4am for work and baby up at 6:15 am for the day. Why is it when you need sleep from enjoying yourself, the kids inevitably decide to be turkeys in the middle of the night. I am seriously thinking it is not worth it for me to go out late at night. At least not the days hubby is working. Which for the next 3 days I am basically solo with the 2 kids. No rest for the Wicked.