4-6

Nope. Not miles.

Not at all.

You wouldn't believe what I did...

Just 1 week and 2 days before leaving for Mexico...

A trip that just happens to come at a time when I'm healthier than I've ever been...

You just wouldn't believe it...

Or, if you really know me, maybe you would.

4-6.

That's the number of cookies I ate yesterday.

4 to 6.

Why? Why the 4 TO 6??

Well, I can't really remember how many I managed to shove in my mouth.

My wonderfully sweet and kind friend who also eats gluten free made some delicious gluten free chocolate chip cookies. She delivered them to my door when they were still a little warm. She delivered them to my door when I was hungry and crabby. Some might call this perfect timing. I, however, don't.

I then proceeded to barely shut my door before popping a sweet little morsel in my mouth. And while I made the kids lunches, I popped another one in. My mind goes blank at this point (probably to protect myself) and after I was tempted for more, I just threw them in the freezer.

However, last night, while Cory went to pick Cole up from church, they beckoned. Again. I grabbed 2, put them in the microwave, and enjoyed some more tasty goodness.

What have I done to correct this problem? They are now hiding. Yes, hiding in my freezer. Far out of sight. Right next to the pumpkin bread she made me...

I also ran my 3 this morning with Mandi. In great times I might add... her fastest mile ever was included! 8:29!

Then.

Then.

I went to Jazzercise.

Yes. I doubled up. I have never actually done this though I have threatened many times. It felt great and I was, admittedly, quite thankful for the break in whining and fighting.

Mexico is so close I can just about taste the wonderful chips and salsa. I am NOT going to waste all this hard work just because I'm crabby and my days have been a little less that perfect.

Staying focused. Counting down. Oh, Mexico...