CRAP!!! I am riddled with cravings today. Most people have sassy, sexy dreams. Well, some do. Last night, I dreamed of pasta...PASTA....Who dreams about pasta....? Apparently I do.
But Suzie girl, I feel good. Cravings and general whining aside, I feel good.
Damn, I'm sore from exercising. I can move. I can do this.
Okay, remember yesterday I promised we were gonna talk about the "No-No zone".....I'm really gonna share. (prepare yourself for TMI, folks)......My husband and I have been forever. There is nothing he doesn't know about me. He has seen every scar, every flaw, every bump, every roll on my body. BUT STILL I don't like for him to touch me in certain areas. Let's go over those, shall we? ('Cause I know y'all are eager to know.....)
- I had to have a c-section with one of our kids and I have that oh-so-lovely flap of Mom skin. It's like someone stook two feet in front of me, pulled my stomach skin out as far as possible then sewed beneath it and let it go. What the hell???? THIS is the badge of motherhood??? I HATE IT. And I hate it even more when my husband touches it. I mean, I flip out when he touches me. I stretch and scoot and re-position myself so he won't touch it. That's so not fair to him. After all, I made the damn kid WITH HIM. I get mad at him if he touches me there. Just how stupid is that?
This behavior is not good. It's unfair to my wonderful seriously-too-sexy husband. I should just DEAL WITH IT. I guess it's because IN MY HEAD, I don't look like that. My reality and what's in my head are not in sych.
Well, a reality check is the scale and a full length mirror.
And me naked.
Oh dear Suzie, it's just not pretty. In any way. I hate what pregnancy has done to my body. But shit, let's face it: my youngest child is a THIRD GRADER. I have long since given up the right to call it "baby fat". It's just FAT now...
I am still enjoying eating. Overall, all things considered, I don't feel like I am STARVING. I am giving my body what it needs, instead of WHAT I WANT. But my wants and changing....
Look at this way,
THIS
will get me to this :) 
I also decided that if I make my GOAL WEIGHT (of 145, wishing for 140 but I am tempering my wishes with reality...and that killer who calls himself a trainer agrees that 140 might be tough on me....), that I will treat myself to an hour long HOT ROCKS MASSAGE (which I would love to get for Mother's Day, but NO ONE will realize this....)
I think massages are the freaking BOMB. My husband has no clue how much he could please me with his amazing strong hands and a bottle of lotion. I am so easy to please.
MASSAGE your way to my heart please.
Now, I have a date with a glass of water and a hot bath. I ache. My will is strong, even if my body is not.
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