anyway, i do know that even though the scale seems to keep hovering around the same spot, my body is changing. my clothes fit better, i am down several sizes, and even joe keeps telling me he thinks i look "skinny." obviously he is exaggerating, but i will take it :)
why does it seem that the scale is the only measure of success that i really care about, at the end of the day? i know that how i feel and how my clothes fit is what matters, but i place [almost] all of my focus on the number on the scale. it's dumb, i know, but i am not sure how to change it. maybe i need to just throw the scale away. ignorance is bliss, as they say. honestly, though, it seems like that wouldn't really get at the root of the problem. i need to learn to not let that number have so much power over how i feel about myself.
|i really don't know why anyone would ever get a hello kitty tattoo on their foot, but whatever.|
our little buddy is pulling himself up on literally everything now. joe lowered his crib so at least i no longer have to worry [as much] about serious head injuries. also, apparently bennett has a girlfriend at daycare. her name is teagan and she only shares her blankie with bennett. if anyone else touches it, she cries. bennett tackled her yesterday and kissed her face. oh boy.
|mmmm... peas are yummy!|
|bennett thinks drinking out of mama's water bottle is really fun|