Day 8

This morning I sat in a chair completely overwhelmed. My mind was like a rapid-fire machine gun, shooting the many things I needed to accomplish that day through my brain. I was exhausted. I closed my eyes, while feeding my son, and wondered how was I going to do it all, when I couldn't even accomplish a workout with a son who doesn't want to sleep longer than fifteen minutes.

If this was something Heavenly Father wanted me to do, how could I accomplish it. I asked in prayer, pleading with the Lord, to help me. Admitting that there is no way I could or have accomplished anything without His aid. I needed Him, to slow my mind down, to calm my troubled spirit and to bring me peace.

It is ironic that sometimes peace can come from what seems to bring you the distress. In this case my son. Here I am holding him stressing because he is not sleeping, and here he is smiling at me, looking at me with those large blue eyes and he seemed to be saying, "You can do it."

Well I did it. My workout, at least. That is as much as I have accomplished this morning, and that is okay. I have two girls home sick from school, a little boy with a runny nose and wanting to be held, I am doing what I can and that is all I can expect.

So here is the progress to note thus far. Weight: 206 bringing my loss up to four pounds this week. My inches which I am now just starting to track are:

Chest: 41.5

Waist: 38.5

Hips: 45

Thighs: each are 23.5

Left arm: 11.5

Right arm: 12

I am proud of what I have accomplished so far, and only hope to remain optimistic and take it a day at a time. I know that if I look for what I want to accomplish now, then I will continually be overwhelmed, so I am striving to take it one step at a time.