Icky

Its been a weird past couple of weeks. Not weird I guess, but life in the icky way. A death of a friends son, another friend diagnosed with cancer.

It makes me sad. Reflective. Scared. Grateful. I just want to keep my karma clean. And just love my babies.

On the home front, the boy is busy with basketball camp, the girl and I are doing a preschool camp and they are collectively eating me out of house and home. Yesterday I went the grocery store and bought all of the shit food I never buy: corn dogs, hot pockets, chicken sandwhiches, etc. Anything to feed the boy who needs "real food" 20 times a day. I would love to track his actual calorie count.

Its been harder to exercise this June. So busy! I'm still, very, very, slowly losing weight. Down 23 lbs. now. I think its slowed down in part because I feel so much better and in part because its summer and I'm getting lazy. Its ok though, I'm actually starting a summer feeling fabulous instead of regret.