I have read about twenty-five books in the last six weeks. Maybe twenty-six. Thank goodness for friends who lend/send me books. I've got about ten left to go before I return the borrowed books. I read two today. One made me laugh. The other made me on the edge of my seat, but I didn't fall off somehow. Do you have any good books to recommend to me once I finish my little stack? I need something to do since it appears that I'm going to be dizzy forever. (No, I don't have any useful results, but I am just giving up hope of being stable ever again. Like I ever was anway!)
I finally got a recumbent bike today. I tried it out, and I did not fall off. I burned 300 calories. Then I ate a huge meatball sub with no vegetables.
My five-year-old has been biting and pinching and scratching his siblings! What do I do with a kid that old who is doing stuff like that? Nothing is working, and I am going a little crazy! He is so sweet some of the time, but when he is mad/sad/scared/lonely/tired/hungry/bored/etc., he just goes crazy, and I am out of solutions.
Also, Bill lost six pounds on a "miracle diet". Maybe I should have tried harder to catch what he and Preston had. Then I wouldn't still be one stomach flu away from my ideal weight. Then maybe I could fit into my cute jeans instead of my fat-ish jeans. I'm still blaming Europe for having amazing pastries, even if it was over a year ago. No, I don't actually think I'm fat, but my kids have been asking if I have a baby in my tummy, and that's never a good sign, especially when I don't.