I way overused my sore shoulder today. Now I can barely move. It'll be nice once this heals.
I play words with friends, and one of the random people obviously uses a word program. Blech. What's the point of your high score if you're not using your own brainpower.
I should be sewing a pocket on a coat right now, but I really don't feel like it.

My worst enemy is food

If you don't believe food addiction is a real thing, you're wrong. I love/loathe food, whether I'm hungry or not. I get cravings like I did for cigarettes.
At least there was a patch for that.
I'll eat anytime. If I'm happy, if I'm bored, if I'm emotional. I have stuffed myself so full and painfully that I would need to throw up. I have taken classes on nutrition and coping with cravings. But it is so hard. To quit a drug or alcohol dependence, you can stay away from your vices. That doesn't work for me, every day I still have to put food into my mouth just to survive. There lies my problem. Once I make my first bad choice of the day, I feel like I can't stop.
So here is my commitment to myself.

• I will try to be more conscious of my food choices
• I will stop eating when I'm full
• I will not hate myself if I slip 

I have a pulled muscle in my back and a cold. Coughing hurts. A lot. And so, I am covered in Tiger Balm. We've been invited to the in-laws for dinner, but I think I'll stay home. I don't want to share my germs. I think my husband can handle the kids for a couple of hours.

Well I started a blog almost two years ago. And then I stopped. I haven't had any inspiration or direction, and quite often I really don't find myself interesting.
So here's to a new start and random thoughts.

So this morning, I was greatly entertained by watching my neighbor use a shop-vac to vacuum under the tree in her front yard. Meanwhile, I was on my way to enjoy some play time with my kids. I just have to wonder why we are suppose to be so concerned about appearances that we can't just enjoy the nature around us?

My darling monsters.

So I love my kids endlessly. I just find myself getting so frustrated with them at times. Every night I go to bed with the intention of being a better mother, but then the next day I find myself yelling over something ridiculous. Are there really any mothers out there who are able to keep their cool all the time? If so, I'd really like to know how they do it!

Cat lady

I am not a crazy cat lady, but there are five of them in my house. And only one of them was by choice. Three of them take turns sleeping on me throughout the night. And god forbid I don't close the bathroom door tight. Then I end up with cats sniffing at my business. I like them all well enough but, Gah, how do you teach cats about personal space?!