So, for last couple of weeks I have been playing with baby boy, working out and trying to survive as ME. So far its been liberating to say the least. I have been working out 2-3 times a week...and will up it to 4 this week. I am down to 211.4 at my last weigh in last week. My whole point of veiw about food has changed. Sweet foods are too sweet...water never tasted so good and a good salad is what i crave. Yet when I look in the mirror...im soooo disgusted with my body. It doesn't match the ME I am inside. I am so proud of myself for the effort and the work I have done. Yet there is a long way to go. Its amazing how much energy and self confidence a simple work out brings out in you.

I talked to T's real mum yesterday and one of his sisters. And I realized how much he is still with me. How much I love him and am proud of him. And that no matter what things we go through, disagreements are nothing compared to the love between us. He is my One. And even though this seems like a long time without him...its only a matter of weeks...we have survived years. This spring will be our 3rd year...still growing with each other and on our own.

These next few weeks will present alot of changes for me....wish me luck!