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Day Two

Eating out. Dieting is so much easier when you stick to your routines. And getting into good routines with diet is a lot like potty training a toddler...you stay home. Oh if only you could take a month off of life and get into a good routine. I think about that all the time. Like an addict who goes to rehab, I want to go to fat camp. Where I can focus on nothing but my eating, my activity, my mental well being...and maybe this imaginary place could be tropical?
Today was day two and I made it. Not only did I make it, it was a good day. I worked hard with my brother making a goat pen for our little poppy...and although it doesn't sound incredibly awesome to the average person for me it was PURPOSE. I make lists when Sully is gone, of things I imagine up to make life easier and for things to run smoother while he is away. When he comes home he magically whips all of my ideas into reality. And although I generally LOVE having a husband who is so willing to deal with my craziness I feel somewhat useless. This time my harebrained idea was a pen for our mini goat. We are in somewhat of a goat conundrum with our 'boys' and while we sort through what on earth we are going to do with them we are left without a space for Poppy and her soon to be friend 'Cricket'...soon to be changed to 'Daisy' once the adoption is final. We are moving out of the big goat business into the mini goat niche. Anyways...I digress.
I wanted poppy to have a pen that would get her out of the house and kennel in the garage so she could actually enjoy being a GOAT, she currently believes she is a person and we need her to get with the program...I don't want goats living in the house. So I did my usual and wrote it down for a Sully project. But I realized as I was drawing up my idea for a goat pen, I could probably with a little help construct it and have it to use the whole week BEFORE Sully gets home. Alleviating a huge source of stress in my life currently...seriously people, there is a goat IN MY HOUSE. With the beautiful spring days it's a crime to not be using that warmth and springtime budding to acclimate our little prissy poppy pants to the great outdoors! So I texted my brother...and took some initiative.
Today we made a pretty rad pen. It isn't perfect, and it's certainly not pretty but it's functional and it keeps her safe from the eagles who have taken notice of our little chicken nugget new addition and are prowling our treetops. It was a fair amount of work, but more than anything it got me out of the house with something to do that was worthwhile. I took a small thing off Sully's 'Honey~Do' list too, and that felt good. I also had human interaction...which for a stay at home mom can be something you are deficient in most days. 
As a 'thank you' I took my brother to lunch. Life is like that...you can't always stay home and stick to a regimented meal plan. You have to learn how to make wise choices and roll with the unexpected. I am super proud of myself that I stared carbohydrates in the face and won. Everyday there will be these moments, and everyday I can choose long term success or short term gratification. Today I won.


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