I do get enough sleep every night.

And soak in plenty of vitamin D.

I make sure to reward myself with weekend bacon...

Right after we promised the doctor to eat more veges.

(Friends can attest to it).

Then reset the following week.

Even then, fatigue syndrome won't subside. Must be all the refined sugar I ingest.

Colorful curbside ice??

Mercury filled diet topped with deep fried panko? I imagine David and I just like them still sitting at the sushi bar in 15 years.

For sure it has to be the comfort food world I live in.
(My home cooked St. Patty's Day meal was so satisfying!!)

Portia's second favorite task to do in the kitchen is peel vegetables.

But exercise is good. Unquestionably good, unconditionally good. That's what I tell myself.

There's a sense of accomplishment.

And total perseverance can merit special hardware.

The key to keeping my spirits up is finding BALANCE between diet and exercise.

Truman helped make the garlic bread.


But hold up. Honey over waffles??!! Everyone knows it's maple syrup all the way. They never learn.

Speaking of hard work and medals, Portia was awarded Honor Roll again.

Eat your heart out, boys!!

One day, they're going to get what's coming to them.

I actually burn calories watching my kids play. How? Meet up with friends at the park for a rap session. Jabbering burns lots of calories.

Finding harmony between a fit lifestyle and my love for enriched flour is a constant battle.

Especially when David wants me fat.

This fit/weight loss struggle proves to be agonizing but worth the efforts in living a full life...

Because don't we all want to live happily faux-ever after??