I've been doing well - yesterday was a day I will call "off the wagon" and I felt awful last night - bloated and tired. But today was good.
I had skin cancer removed from my forehead on Wednesday - everyone is staring at my huge bandages (I have 14 stitches) but no one asks what I did. so funny how our politeness as grown ups seems rude sometimes... Does that make sense?
This weekend is my daughter's 2nd birthday. i am planning to have a slice of cake, but other than that plan to stay 100%.
I can't believe she's 2!