No matter where we go, whether it's spending the night at my brother's house, to the cabin, or on vacation, there is one essential thing my father must pack every time.
The oatmeal.
This morning I pulled out a package of my father's yummy little secret and ate.
Day 1: This is not so bad.
Given the day I had yesterday, which by far was one of the worst in a long time, old Amy would say that that was an excuse for stop at Dunkin' Donuts this morning and a lunchtime snack at Einstein Bagels.
Oh yum.
But no. Despite the screaming match I had with God yesterday (ok perhaps it was one-sided, he didn't really yell back), despite the amount of used tissues in the garbage, despite the flavor of the day at Culver's, I am sticking to this.
Amen.
My first mode of action? Ditching the soda. Well, at least bringing it down to two cans a week. Since Seth's arrival I've been moaning and groaning every time I get a tummy ache (read: every day) because I've loaded up on too much Coke instead of agua.
And second of course, sneaking a walk in everyday.
And no, that does not include my walk to and from the Happy Honda in the morning.
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