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It is officially hot here in Southern California and we have rolled out the portable air conditioner. Tater Tot has a kiddie pool, a fountain, a sand pit, the sprinklers and a homeowner’s association pool to keep her entertained. And I still have one big Mommy Butt that doesn’t feel comfortable in anything in hot weather. I dangle and flap like nobody’s business and it makes me feel entirely crappy. I’ve been jogging or walking every day for months and have lifted weights off and on. More off than on, of course but still. I’m sure it’s my diet.

I hate this feeling. Like I couldn’t reach my goals if my life depended on it. Like I have no discipline. I know that I do have some discipline or I’d be eating junk food every day. I don’t eat junk food but I know that my diet could be more balanced and could probably include a lot less fat. And ice cream is my vice. Huh. I guess that kind of is junkfood, isn’t it. Hm. At this point in my life I feel like I need someone to tell me what to eat and how to exercise. Micromanage me, Baby! Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it, I promise! Can you tell I’m finding it hard to take control of this myself?

Well, I think that, instead of opining to you all about how crappy I am at following through with my plans to lose weight and get back in shape, I am going to use this time to chop veggies, plan menus, put stuff in the fridge to defrost and get to bed! I’ve got to make this a priority because I swore I didn’t want to go through another summer feeling uncomfortable in my own skin. So I’m off to chop, defrost, plan and sleep! See you tomorrow!