five more minutes Hensley!

My cat is convinced that I need to be up by 5:30 each morning. I got up at 6 this morning because I couldn't sleep anymore. I guess going to bed at 9pm does that to you, but hey I get my eight hours! I am so glad that its Friday. I need a lazy day. I have Saturday morning to be lazy, but the rest of my day is booked. maybe next week I can have a full Saturday to do nothing. Of course, I never do nothing, I just do housework as I feel like doing it. 

Anyway, back to the topic at hand. This morning I debated with myself on going to the gym or staying home. I went to the gym. Treadmill, weights and medicine ball. Tomorrow though I am staying home, and Sunday is my day off. 

I am still battling the no bread, no sweets, no pop thing especially after my bad day Wednesday. I need to be strict with myself though or I will go back to eating whatever, whenever. I refuse to go back to looking like I'm pregnant. I refuse to go back to being the weight of two and a half people. I was disgusted with how I looked and how I felt. now, I feel better but I know I have so much more work to do. Its nice to know I have some clothes in my closet that were too small for me that I can wear now, and also some that are too big for me that I can donate. My purchase that I really want to make? A trench coat. Actually, I'd rather have a sewing machine, but that's another story.