So Mia is in daycare now. And I am a busy busy gal. And maybe, maybe, just a little sad about the gremlin doing all this growing up without me.
Like yesterday when I went to pick her up, her daycare provider told me that she and a couple of the girls were laughing it up at the table during lunch. She didn't know why, but apparently the little ones found something completely hilarious. Now that is a moment I would have liked to see. I know I should be more mature and dig the fact that she is enjoying daycare. And believe me, I do. But wah! Y'know?
Anyway, she still cries when I leave but I think she is having a wonderful time and that is terrific. I have been able to concentrate on my work, which is definitely a good thing, so I guess we're both growing up. One problem, though. I also think I'm growing OUT. I actually joined a gym last week and started working out, which is a good thing, right? (Tell my knees that!) But for some reason, the scale is reflecting an increase. NOT GOOD!! In a desperate attempt at damage control I have now joined ediets, which has generated a rather ambitious weight loss goal for me of about 60 lbs. Realistically, I'd love to lose about 40. Mostly, I do not want to gain or have a heart attack. Or buy any clothes that are bigger than the ones I already own. So wish me luck.
Onward and upward. Just not outward.
