So, I've got a new-found hardcore addiction to my MyFitnessPal app. I've used it off and on over the years, but I usually get tired of keeping track after a few days and not to mention I like my ice cream a little too much and don't like seeing how many calories I'm actually consuming. That sort of takes some of the joy away from burying your face in a trough of Haagen Daaz.
BUT. Lately, for some reason, I can't stop, won't stop tracking my meals. It's like a sickness. And lo and behold, since I've started tracking over a week ago, I've lost 4 pounds. Hallelujah! Maybe there is hope after all for me to lose this ole "mommy pooch".
Other than obsessively using MyFitnessPal app, we've been doing a whole lot of nothing at our house other than watching Amelia walk all over tarnation. Seriously, that girl has places to go and people to see, and has no time for Mama and Dada's silly shenanigans...
like putting our big goggle sunglasses on her...
...or placing her jacket hood on her head like a superhero cape.
Yes, that is her sound machine that she is playing with. She is as obsessed with it as I am with my fitness-pal app.
She makes us giggle. She walks from her toy area in the living room to the kitchen to her room and back again...and again...and again. She is the energizer bunny, and poor tired mama is so not.
Maybe I should enter the calories I burn by chasing after Amelia into my cardio section of fitness-pal app...........then I could eat more ice cream.
Happy Hump Day, y'all!
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