Don't Tell Dan...

Don't tell Dan that I almost put Ina on the scale at my Weight Watchers meeting yesterday morning.  I innocently wanted to find out how much she weighed, but she was scared and had an epic blow out to try to meet her goal weight.  Hehehe.

After my meeting I stuck some of the blueberry banana baked oatmeal I had made the day before in the microwave (12) with some milk in my coffee (1).  So nice to have breakfast already prepped!

Don't tell Dan that I spent Ina's morning nap watching The Biggest Loser and that I have developed a major crush on Dolvette, one of the trainers.  I rarely get "celebrity crushes," so this is kind of a big deal.

Don't tell Dan that there is a pool of sweat in the carpet of our living room after I barely completed Week 1 of Jillian Michael's Ripped in 30.   (+6)

Oh my.  After 24 minutes my body was a trembling mess.  I am so happy Ina was sleeping so she didn't see her momma crying.  

After the workout I scarfed down leftovers from the night before (13).

Don't tell Dan that Ina and I spent the afternoon cuddling and that is the reason the laundry is piling up, there are dirty dishes in the sink, and my Pinterest boards are a little more full.  

Afternoon snack - pistachios (5).  

Don't tell Dan that if he wants me to make dinner on a weeknight in the next 5 years, it is going to be from a crockpot, unless I figure out how to grow a third arm.  I made a grocery list to have dinner from a crockpot every night next week.  Yesterday, I used what I had on hand to make Italian Chicken and potatoes following *this recipe*. (15)

Enjoyed with a glass of wine (6).

Don't tell Dan that his sideburns are starting to grow on me. Honestly, he could probably grow a full on Duck-Dynasty beard and I will still think he was handsome when he kisses our daughter.