I like to run on the treadmill. And if that isn't enough, I have MY treadmill at the gym- I use the same one every single time -it's mine. Sometimes when I walk upstairs at the gym and see someone on my treadmill, I get agitated. Never feel like I have the same mental strength on other treadmills.
I haven't even tried to give up caffeine again. I have almost two whole years for that. Surely there will be a week for that in the future.
You may already know this, but I am a self-diagnosed hypochondriac. In the past few years, I've been convinced that I 1- have diabetes, 2- have leukemia, 3- have Chron's or IBS, 4- have hormonal imbalances, 5- the list goes on. In addition to this, I have unnecessarily taken Henry to the ER for a "food allergy" that was probably just him choking a little on some solids. Showed his pediatrician a video of him having "seizures" that was really just him falling over because he wasn't stable. And I recently was sure that our pediatrician was going to send Sam to the ER because I thought he wasn't breathing well, only to find out he just had a cold.
Our laundry has been in a clean pile on my dresser for about a week.
I ate ice cream and M&Ms during the kid's nap today. Not a wise choice seeing as we will be going to the beach very soon.
Gotta go... cause the cutest 8 month old on the planet is smiling at me and wanting play time.
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Love them!!!
I don't think I knew about the hypochondriac thing? You must hide it pretty well. Oh and I think you have a few typos in this post, because I'm assuming you meant to say "one of the cutest 8 month olds on the planet..."
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