on the go.

I'd say I have two non scale victories to raise the roof with today. The first being that I cooked multiple meals this week. Like, real meals. This is huge, because well, this girl doesn't cook. It is what it is.

The second is that somehow, everyday this week, with the exception of yesterday (because most of the day was spent playing in the water with no pedometer on me) I went over 12,000 steps. I've slacked on real workouts, but I'm still moving. I'm chasing kids around the playground. I'm climbing steps, slides, ladders. I'm running bases during a game of baseball. Our newest love at work is Ga-ga, and it definitely keeps me moving. The kids love it, and honestly, I guess I do too.

The crazy hot weather here has my appetite down. I'm eating healthy, that's not the problem. It's that I'm just too busy, or too hot/sweaty/tired to find the will to eat. I'm finding little things that work better for me: easy to grab snacks on the go, extra water bottles always ready to grab. It's helping, slowly.

I stepped on the scale this morning. I'm less than 5 pounds from hitting my first weight goal. It's a bittersweet feeling that I can't really explain.

And somehow, it's nearly midnight so this shall end in as weird of a way as it started.

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stuck.

It's twenty to midnight and somehow I'm just now finding the time...or push to write. I haven't written in a while - it seems this always happens - I have a streak where I'm with it and post before Monday comes. And then, there are a handful of weeks where I...just don't have it in me.

I struggle. I'm struggling. A lot. I'm at a point in my life where I should be happy. Where, let's be honest, I AM happy. But it still feels like I'm seconds from crashing and tumbling down all the steps I just climbed.

I've been doing...better with the eating. I find myself choosing healthier snacks and meals. I drink pop, occasionally - not nearly as much as I once did though, which I consider an accomplishment.

I should weighin, but I can't seem to find the energy or want to. 

I'm in a rut. I'm stuck. That's just all there is to it.

It happens, right?