So many calories, so little time.

Well, my quest continues. Which one? Huh. I guess all of them.

But the weight.

The funny thing is that, to look at me, I probably look almost the same at my current highest/lowest.

But I feel such a difference. And I can't seem to get to the good zone. I get close, and then the rubber band kind of snaps back in my ego. I never know what's next in the Life of My Uterus and other things that affect it.

I was so good today. Burned a ton of calories. Had a grapefruit and a lovely nut bar. Came home, had a super clean salad.

Then, my daughter crying and struggling with an assignment that should have been done centuries ago, requested pizza. I get comfort food (as I stuff a brownie into my pie hole). I ordered her a medium mushroom, an order of garlic knots, and a chef's salad. I know. I had salad. In fact, I put away enough in the fridge to feed a large rabbit family. But, I do things. I have quirks. I love unhealthy salad.

So, I guess I did ok, considering. My stress? How would you feel if you couldn't make heads or tails of your high schoolers math assignments? Oh. I guess that's likely true for most parents. I also guess that I felt this way since she entered 3rd grade. Color inside the lines? Hah.

Time to finish this homework. As much as I want to just figure it out and do it myself, it's the process for her, not the grade, that is important. Om. Seriously. Om. Come on... kick in... Om.