I never like it when people say they are in a funk. It seems so ambiguous. But honestly, maybe that is the best way to describe the depressive few days I seem to cycle around to every few weeks. I didn't get dressed for 3 or 4 days in a row last week. I had no desire to do anything. Then I feel worse when things aren't getting done. So that's always fun.
My sister Emily came down with her 2 super silly and darling kids for a few days around Thanksgiving. Her husband came down a couple days after them. It was really fun. I had a wonderful holiday with my family. But I really hated watching them leave. I kept thinking how much fun we could have if I got to see them every few days instead of a couple of times a year. Jonah and Elora are really close to Henry and Paisley and I wish they could grow up together.
I hate working so hard to exercise so much, but knowing that I am not dieting enough to reach my goals and still not wanting to put down the food. Why is food such a crutch for me?
Anyway I will get some pictures up here soon. I'm out of my latest funk. sort of.