Reluctant momma potty training

To say I was excited or enthuisased about potty training would be the understatement of the year. I did some research on Pinterest of course, and most of the info was about potty training in 3 days. 3 days I think I can be stuck at home for 3 days and not want to shoot myself. Hello longest 3 days ever. 

Day 1 went as planned naked from the waist down. Lots of pee in floor, a momma smart enough to get him to the potty chair to poop, and loads of wet towels. 

Day 2 was some better but not really. I guess I thought he would "get it" and start heading towards the potty when he started to go. Yeah, um not so much. 

But we just gonna keep on keeping on. 

Day 3 I am ready to blow this Popsicle stand. Obviously I can't stay home 3 days and not go stir crazy. This day included pee in the floor, poop in the toilet and a frustrated momma. Patience is a virtue, I'm not always virtueous!! 

Day 4 lands on a Sunday so it's pretty much a bust. He pees in his pull-up at church. Soaks his undies and poops in the floor during life group!! Leader of the year here!! I was mortified! I know I shouldn't be we are all moms and all kids go through it but it was a tad embarrassing and we just put a pull up on him and called it a day. At least he met Batman at church! 

Around day 7 he GOT IT!! He started asking to go potty and realized what the urge was! We are on day 12 and so far so good. He has kept his pull up dry during daily outings and asks to go potty and holds it till we get there, or pees in the parking lot!! Ha ha oh the convience of being a boy! 

I think night training will be hard for us cause this fella loves to drink!! I would have to cut him off at 6pm and momma ain't ready to fight that battle! 

So word to the wise don't believe the 3 day method for every kid but don't give up if they don't get it in 3 days! Maybe it's 7, 15, 30 who knows. Give yourself some grace and know your doing your best momma and good luck!! 

Don't compare...

Lately I've been thinking about what a strange community motherhood is. We get so excited when someone gets pregnant we can't wait to meet the baby and shower it with love. Then after the newness wears off most people don't bother to come around anymore. So us new moms do what we do best. We compare ourselves to everyone else and assume that's exactly what should be happening in our lives. It took me too long to figure out that's crap! It's a horrible way to think and try to live your life. 

We as a community of moms should be uplifting one another not secretly judging and shaming. There were many times I let someone else make me feel inadequate as a mom cause my kid didn't do XYZ the way theirs did. Who's fault is that? It's mine but now I'm smart enough to know better. Motherhood is the hardest thing I have ever done. It will make you cry tears of joy, pain and make you want to pull your hair out all in one day. Don't get me wrong I am beyond thankful that God has given me the blessing of being a momma. 

So to the new momma who may be struggling, hang in there. It gets better. Surround yourself with true friends who will lift you up, pray for you and let you cry when the days been too hard. Remember why you had this child in the first place, to glorify God! We pray each night with Isaiah that God would use him in a way that his kingdom be glorified. Hold fast to that prayer and stand amazed when it comes to fruition. God does amazing things through our toughest trials. 

Keep your head up momma! Don't sweat the small stuff, enjoy your little one before the time is gone. Learn the lesson early, it took me far to long to realize just how great motherhood can be. 

Breakthrough

It's been a minute since I wrote. Life has been full!!! Full of chaos, emotion, blessings and feeling down. The past several months have been hard. Brian's been super busy with work and I've been working extra and staying late. Isaiah has been changing so much everyday! He will be 2 before I know it. One thing remains he's a sucky sleeper. For the past couple months we have been battling separation anxiety and middle of the night wakings. I was so spread thin, dog tired and mad at the world. 

I was in such a state of "poor pitiful me" that I was missing life. Missing the beauty in the situations, not seeing the bigger picture. 

Last week I finally got it. It was like a switch flipped. I have no one to blame for my unhappiness. Not Brian, Isaiah, my family, friends or God. I have to choose my attitude each and everyday. I have to wake up and decide who I want to be that day. The grouchy hateful mom/wife no one wants to be around or someone who tries her best to stay positive even when things don't go the way I think they should. I have to be less selfish. 

I don't want to miss out on the sweetness of Isaiah being a child because I'm wrapped up in my misery. So what if he doesn't nap it's not the end of the world, right? So what he wants to be with his momma at 4 in the morning. I'm sure very soon there will be a day I will miss those little elbows and toes in my back. Plus I love seeing his smile when I wake up in the morning. 

I know this change of attitude is not going to happen overnight but I made a decision to change. Change my mindset, attitude, how I respond to situations and how I treat others who are helping me through this journey. Gods mercies are new every morning and that's what I keep focusing on. Today might not be great but tomorrow is a new day. 

So to kick start this change I wanted to change many things starting with my hair. 

I had been contemplating cutting my hair, I mean it's not like I'm doing anything with it. Usually don't even brush it! Don't judge. So I set up an appointment and chopped that mess off!! I donated it to locks of love cause someone else should benefit from it. After cutting it I felt so free and light. A "weight" had literally been lifted. I was glowing for once in a very long time. 

I know the hair is just an outer change but appearance affects your attitude! 

So here's to a more positive, loving, kind and compassionate Charity. I'm a work in progress!! 

Missed first

I cried today. It's crazy why. I cried because I wasn't there the first time Isaiah threw up. It sounds so silly as I type it but to me it's not. I have always thought about what it would be like the first time my little one gets sick. How I would comfort him, hold him, and just love on him while he's not well. 

I'm not sad I missed out on a sleepless night that's for sure. He was at my mom's and woke in the middle of the night with a fever & threw up. I felt horrible I wasn't there to calm his cries, wipe his tears and rock him to sleep. 

We take for granted our healthy children everyday. I am so thankful he is a full of life little boy but this is a moment I'll never get back. 

Silly? You decide. Any other mommas/dads ever felt this way. 

Much love, 

Charity 

Lonely yet not alone, my post partum journey

My heart weighed heavy today after talking to a co-worker. She is back from maternity leave and her little boy is five months old. She is a different person since having a child, but in a good way. It has brought out the maternal, unselfish side of her. I personally still struggle with those selfish tendencies. Anyways, I was asking her how the baby was and she was just very short "good" she said. I could tell there was something else going on but didn't want to press the issue. Later in the day someone else asked her and she started to open up a little bit. She started talking about how he doesn't sleep through the night and he has reflux, he's still sleeping in his moses basket in his crib, etc. I could just see the frustration in her eyes as they started to tear up. I just wanted to wrap her in a big bear hug and tell her I understand. I remember that feeling. Feeling like you are all alone and you are trying your best and nothing seems to change. We sat down and talked about a few things she could try, several of us reassured her that it will get better and some days it will be easier than others. As she left to go take care of another patient I began to wonder. Why do we let it get this bad? Why are we not more forthcoming about all the trails mommas go through in the first year of their babies life? I know I felt like I was the only one who had a baby that didn't sleep through the night until he was nine months old. We as a community do a very poor job of helping new mothers cope with the first year of their babies life. It still seems that post partum depression and baby blues are things we are not supposed to acknowledge or talk about. Maybe it's a southern thing, I am not sure. I just know that after my battle with it I am willing to help any mom who needs it. Whether that be an encouraging word, a shoulder to cry on or just time to vent. I didn't realize anything was wrong until Isaiah was about 6 months old. I expected to be tired the first 12 weeks of his life. I expected him to need me during the night, but surely to God he would be sleeping through the night by 6 months. My pediatrician was no comfort he told me with each check up that "Oh, my kids didn't sleep through the night till they were 9 months old". That's not really what a tired, frustrated momma wants to hear. Nevertheless what was I supposed to do. I just kept searching the internet for help and trudging through each day hating staying home more and more. Nap times became very hard for me. I would fight with Isaiah to get him to sleep. Hold him tight, keep the paci in his mouth and rock him till he finally gave in, then I would pray so hard that he wouldn't wake up when I put him in the crib. After I would lay him down it was like all the energy was zapped from my body. I would just lay in my bed. Sometimes I would sleep but many times I would just lay there exhausted, mentally, physically and emotionally. I remember feeling so alone. Trapped in this house with a baby. Now don't get me wrong I adore Isaiah. I love being his momma and I am thankful for him and what a blessing he is. I just couldn't see that at the time. So after a visit from a friend and she witnessed how hard Isaiah was to put down for naps and bedtime she really started to worry about me. I was a mess, but I couldn't see it. Probably a couple weeks after her visit, things started to crumble. I had become this angry, mean, short tempered, hateful person. I was horrible to my husband because deep down I was jealous that he got to leave the house everyday. I hated him for being free to do that. I hated that I was bound to this task of being a mom. He had tried to reach out to me but just didn't know what to do. He didn't understand what I was going through. Our relationship was not good. There were days I wanted to just leave. I didn't want this responsibility anymore and I really thought they would be better off without me. I never told Brian this when it was going on because I knew it would make him angry. Everything finally came to a head one day. It was probably a typical day. Isaiah probably woke up before the crack of dawn like he always does, we had breakfast, we played, etc. So it was time for his nap and I was ready to have my time away from him. I remember being in his room trying to rock him and he would just fight me so bad. He would twist and turn in my arms no matter what position I would hold him in. Granted he's like 8 months old at this point and not a small baby. After struggling for a while I remember looking at him and yelling "WHY WON'T YOU SLEEP! I JUST NEED YOU TO SLEEP!", and his response was heartbreaking to me. I remember the look on his face as I yelled at my little boy. He was scared of me. He was crying, I was crying, it was not a good situation. At that point I knew I had to put him in his crib and walk away. I did just that. I sat him in his crib and ran to my room crying. I threw things, I slammed doors, I punched pillows. I was so angry at God, at my situation, and at myself. I was so alone and felt no way out. I called Brian at work crying and told him I didn't want to live like this anymore. Not suicidal but close to having a psychotic break. He didn't know what to say. What could he say that would help? I didn't know what I needed but I know I needed help. After talking to my friend Tracy she convinced me to call my doctor. Realizing that I needed some help they got me an appointment that week. My OB's face seemed so sad for me. Almost like she pitied me. She said that I probably just waited too long before talking to someone and reassured me things would get better. She prescribed me Zoloft and made me an appointment to talk with a therapist. I'm not sure if it was the fact that I wasn't hiding how I felt anymore or the medicine but after a week I felt better. I didn't let the little things get to me as bad. I did speak with a therapist a couple times but just didn't feel like it helped me any. I wasn't going to get some epiphany about why I had post partum depression so I didn't continue to see her. I only stayed on the meds about a month. Being a know it all nurse I weaned myself off (I do not recommend this). You should discuss this with your dr first of course. I just "felt" more normal, hindsight I was not. As I said I was able to cope with things better, I was more open about my feelings, and I tried to get out and do more. Deep down I was still not myself. I still had days that I didn't want to do anything. I didn't want to be a mom or have to deal with having a child. I just felt like I had lost who I was, like I didn't have a place. You know when you have a career and a job you love its easy to identify yourself as Charity "cardiac nurse". You can have conversations about your day with your spouse, that don't include a list of things you did around the house. I had something that I could relate too and relate with people about and with becoming a mom (although tons of people around me had kids) I couldn't find anyone I could relate too. No one had the same "issues" I did, or at least they weren't willing to talk about them. I think that part of the problem was I had a career and was independent and I wasn't prepared for the selflessness of becoming a mom. There's no more just picking up and going anytime you want, especially if you have a kid that is dependent on a sleep schedule. Whether that schedule was because of me or not I don't know. It is something I still struggle with. Everyone told me to join a mommy group it will be good for you and Isaiah, but I just couldn't make myself do it. I would find some excuse, either it would be during nap time or I didn't know any of the mother's that would be there. I just didn't want to participate in any activity that would cause more anxiety. Honestly, most days I just wanted to go back to work full time and have someonen else watch Isaiah. I wanted to be that mom who looked forward to seeing her kid when she got home, who was excited to do fun, new things and actually enjoyed her time at home. Around 13-15 months things got better, Isaiah started taking just one nap a day for 2 hours. He became very consistent in his napping, although he still wakes up between 5-6 everyday I can count on that 2 hour nap. This has allowed me to feel like I can do more. We go to the park, grocery store, Target, etc. I don't freak out as bad if he misses a nap, doesn't go to bed right at normal bed time, or gets a little "off". I'm not sure what happened that helped me get there but Lord am I glad. I still have bad days/weeks that make me want to run, but they are less and less as we go on. I can't wrap my mind around having another kid and I hope someday that will change. I love my son dearly, he is funny, and smart and a handsome little rascal. This has been a hard journey and I know that we are not done. I am being molding for something bigger and although I can't see the big picture right now I know God has a plan. Thanks for reading, I know it might have been scattered.

Easter

Happy Wednesday! Little late to the party but momma had a stomach bug Sunday/Monday. Ugh no bueno. 

Anyways we had a great Easter. It is such a wonderful holiday. The true meaning of Easter is so humbling. Who am I that he gave his only son to die for my sins. I am so thankful that I serve such a good God! Church service was Ahmazing! Our church puts on a production called The Thorn, if you have never seen it, I highly recommend. Such a great depiction of Jesus life and sacrifice. Brings me to tears everytime.  

We did the egg hunt on Saturday with some friends. Isaiah was less than interested in this. It was quite funny, he was like "why do I need this bucket, and what are these eggs" he wasn't even interested in the candy. He wanted to see the dogs, ride four wheelers and be a boy!! Love that kid!  

Sunday we just relaxed after church. We let Isaiah "help" us wash the cars. Boy was that an adventure. He loved playing with the hose but layed in the driveway crying when we took it away. Bless his heart he's such a stinker. Hope you all had a great weekend and fab week so far. I will be glad when our house gets over this funk!!! I was on a lysol rampage last night. Die germs Die!!

Fell off the wagon

This has been a crazy month. Crazy at work, busy at home, just feels like never enough hours in the day. I started the whole 30 this month, honestly it will end up being the whole 15-20. Not gonna lie this has been way harder this time. I was pumped, ready to do this then BOOM life happens. 

Meal prepping is probably the most important thing for this challenge. It's also the thing I struggle with the most. It's so time consuming and I do ALL the food prep for us. Brian works long hours and is not usually able to help much. Not to mention chopping, cooking, and storing all the food with an 18 month old at your feet is torture at times. Granted these are all excuses, excuses I have used to not fulfill my commitment to this challenge. Fell off the bandwagon and hit several rocks on the way down. 

On my work days it is usually easier cause we are busy and not a lot of time to snack. On the other hand it can be so busy you have no time for a break & you end up eating peanut butter & baked lays all day (readily available in the hospital). Aaahhhh the struggle! At home it's the temptation to eat Isaiah's snacks, a goldfish here, a fruit snack there and before you know it it's a stressed out Friday night and somehow Jets pizza is at your door! 

Brian and I have been sick this week and eating healthy is just not what I have been craving so milkshakes, panera bread and cookies have been on the menu. The month isn't over and I will do my best to try and reel in my inner junk food beast!! Hope everyone has a blessed Easter . 

Whole 30 challenge

Tomorrow starts my Whole 30 challenge. This will be the second time I have done this challenge. The first time was in November of last year. I was a year postpartum and really needed something to kick my butt into gear and get those last 15 pounds of baby weight off. 

I didn't take any measurements I just weighed which I used to do almost errry dang day!! So glad I kicked that habit. Now I usually weigh once or twice a week. 

The first week is usually the hardest cause your body is detoxing from all the crap we put in our system. By week 2 you can really tell a difference in your energy level! It can be a lot of work because you cook every meal. I usually try to cook a couple days worth at a time. Thankfully Brian is totally on board so I don't have to make multple meals. I can pretty much eat the same thing over and over for this. I find that having too many options makes me want to be less strict. 

Last time I lost about 15 pounds and have kept most of it off. I keep fluctuating with a 5 pound loss/gain. I'm ready to be back at my fighting weight!! Ha ha 

Seriously I am looking to lose 20 pounds, not in the next 30 days but def by the time summer rolls around. That would put me back to my high school weight! Watch out!!! I'm just so sick of feeling blah, between jacked up sleep and eating a bunch of processed junk I'm just ready to feel healthy again. I hope many of you will join me for this challenge. You can check my Pinterest for meal ideas and follow me on Instagram for food pics and other greatness @cmhelson. 

Dallas Girls Trip/ Race Recap

Well it took me long enough to get this post together. We had a blast in Dallas! That city has so much to offer. Food, shopping, outdoor attractions. I could spend a whole week just eating my way through Dallas. Myself and three other friends flew out Thursday night for Dallas. I love adventures with girlfriends. I love to fly and people watching at the airport is the best.

Friday we headed to the expo. It was an average expo but the best part was Parker University. They had chiropractic students offering free adjustments and taping. I had been experiencing right hip pain since my last few long runs and thought it couldn't hurt to get adjusted. I am so glad I did. As always it was a little weird being contorted by two men but this was in public! Ha we have some good pics. Each of the girls got their issues taken care of and we were off for some much needed shopping!!

Dallas has some GREAT shopping to be had!! I was in heaven. Gifts/shopping is my love language. Luckily most of my friends are the same or they at least tolerate my obsession. I don't even have to buy a bunch of stuff I just like to look and get new outfit ideas. We went to the Galleria, that place is HUGE!! Four levels and an ice rink. A lot of the stores we had here but I did get to browse in Zara and Windsor. Zara has the cutest kids clothes! I could have spent all my money in there, but I was good and just bought Isaiah the cutest salmon colored jeans. After we closed down the mall we went to Central market, it's sort of like a less expensive whole foods. I really would love to have one near us.

We stayed up way too late Friday night trying to perfect the "at home" gel nail. It was a hoot!!! I will leave that to the ladies at the salon. I peeled mine off the next day!! Saturday was supposed to be our "rest" day. Krystal, Cheryl and I hit up Nordstrom Rack that morning while the rest of the clan went to the kids soccer/baseball games. I can not wait till the Nordstrom Rack opens here!! If only for the shoe selection alone. I found some amazing nude vince Camuto pumps on clearance for 50 bucks!! Dollar Make You Hollar!!!

That night we got all dolled up and headed to church since we wouldn't be able to attend on Sunday due to the race. Afterwards we carb loaded it up at Panera Bread. That's my go to pre-long run dinner. Love me some soup and Panini. . I tried to go to bed early, it's so hard to keep your mind from racing and putting so much anxiety on the next day. I got my race man ready the night before, didn't want to be running around like a lunny Sunday morning.

Long story short we got up around 5 did our prerace food and digestion (you know what I'm talking about). We headed to the finish line to ride the shuttle. It was panic time when we hit traffic and didn't think we would make it. Lucky for us I think every other runner got there at the same time and we made it to the start line. It was super windy that morning and way colder than any of us Tennessee girls had expected it to be. Glad I packed a few extra long sleeve shirts.

Okay enough about the other stuff, lets get onto what we came for. The race break down. I really felt like I had a lot riding on this race. I wanted to PR and take at least 10 minutes off my time, which would mean finishing in 2:27. I had trained really hard and felt like this was MY time to PR. I hate the first couple miles of a race. It's always so congested and you can not really get into a good pace. By mile 3 I was starting to feel good and get into a groove. I lost Krystal when she stopped to shed a layer at mile 2. Mile 6 I heard someone yelling my name, it was krystal who had been booking it since mile 2 to try and find me. I tried to keep up with her for about a mile then slowed my pace to let her go ahead cause I could keep speeding up and slowing down. Around mile 8 I was starting to feel tired, so I took a walk break and downed another chew at the water break. That helped unitl mile 10 when I thought I was going to toss my cookies. I kept belching and felt like if I could just throw up I would feel better and finish strong. Sadly that didn't happen. I walked a lot the last three miles of the race. It was all I could do to just keep going. The 2:30 pace group had passed my around mile 10 and I knew I had to stay way ahead of the 2:45 or I would be pissed. I ran as much as I could and walked when I needed to. when I hit mile 12 I called my husband for a word of encouragement, he didn't believe me that I wasn't finished and I ended up hanging up on him. Poor guy he felt horrible afterwards. Probably at 12.5 I started running and wasn't going to stopped till I finished this thing. My left leg was super tight and I could feel every move. Finally we turn into fair park...I can see the finish line and I sprint to the end. Ugh...2:33!!

I saw Krystal and I lost it! I was so glad to be finished and have a PR but so disappointed that I didn't reach my goal. After getting as much food as my hands could hold I died on a piece of grass. My left leg was killing me and my whole body felt crampy. I downed some chocolate milk and ate a 1/2 sandwich and was feeling much better. I am so proud of the girls I ran with. Brooke had an awesome time of 2:14, Krystal 2:24 and Cheryl 3:37. I am certain this will not be our last race together.

I could barely walk by Sunday night and hobbled home through the airport but I was rocking my race shirt! Proud of what we had all accomplished. Thankfully my leg feels better with each passing day and I can't wait to get back on the pavement.

Race week

Well race week is upon us!! So excited and nervous at the same time. Flying out tonight with 3 amazing women and staying in Dallas with one of my besties. I'm the only one out of our group that's done a half. I'm so excited for my girls to experience the race atmosphere. 

This pretty much sums up every race for me! 

Selfishly I'm looking forward to 4 nights of uninterrupted sleep. Hoping that will only boost my endurance for race day. I'm glad Brian and Isaiah get to spend some time together and daddy gets a dose of mom duty. Although he never complains about, such a good hubby. 

This little turkey has been fun the past couple days, it's like he knows I'm leaving. 

I'm sure I will be blowing up IG this weekend so sorry in advance. Hope everyone has a great weekend. Watch out Dallas here we come!! 

Are we going to make it?

There are days when I ask this question to myself many times. Am I going to make it through these nights of interrupted sleep, teething toddler, and crankyness? I pray out to God somenights, "help me be thankful for this" "help me be calm" and "help me survive". They are cries for help from a frazzled momma who is soooo ready for teething to be over. Well I assume its teething cause what the heck else could it be?? 

 Little buddy has been an awesome baby but teething has given us a hard time. Its mainly the nights that are so hard. It's like he is distracted during the day enough that they don't bother him that bad but at night it's a different story. He will wake between 1:30 and 4:30 and nothing soothes him except us. A couple of nights would be doable but we are going on 4 months of nonconsistent sleep. I don't realize how much that affects me until it's too late and I am a total mommy monster! It is so hard because you feel bad that they are hurting and want to comfort them but sometimes there is only so much you can do. We have let him "cry it out" at times when we "think" he has gotten too used to us coming in to get him during the night. It is such frustrating thing. We do as much as we can then PRAY it was enough. Here are some things we have tried for teething relief.

 1. Rotating tylenol and motrin Honestly I feel like sometimes it has no affect at all, and other times when he sleeps through the night I wonder if it was the medicine that helped. 

 2. Teething gel/tablets. We started using the homeopathic teething gel and really liked it, now we are trying the homeopathic teething tablets. They are basically the same ingredients just a different form. I do think that these help him. He seems less fussy and irritable.

 3. Toothbrush/teething stick He loves to chew on a toothbrush so I bought some teething sticks to see if that would help. They have a rubber tip and a handle with a guard so that they can not choke on it or ram it down their throat (I know horrible descriptor, I'm sorry!!).

 4.Ice/frozen fruit This worked great when Isaiah was less mobile. I could sit him in his highchair and put a piece of ice or frozen fruit in a mesh feeder. He would gnaw on the frozen fruit and I really think the numbing effect helped. 

I know these are not "new" or "mindblowing" ways to help alleviate the affects of teething but they have helped us. Now if only I could invent something that would help us get through those sleepless nights! I am hanging onto the hope that one day he will eventually be done teething (fingers crossed)! I realize I am not the first nor the last momma to lose sleep or have a teething toddler but I find that it helps to have others to lean on and help talk through these tough times. Hope everyone is having a great Tuesday!

It's a day late but Isaiah was unenthusiastic about his St.Pattys day attire. 

    

Love/Hate Runlationship

Well it's one week till I'm in Dallas getting ready for my sixth half marathon. I really thought my last one was my LAST ONE. Somehow I keep coming back to this thing called running. 

When I first started running over five years ago I couldn't even run 30 seconds withouth thinking I was going to die! I used The Nonrunners Marathon book to train. My brilliant best friend had the idea we would do a full marathon for our first race. HA I laugh so hard looking back on that. What was I thinking I would just go from no running ever in life to running 26 miles. Needless to say we ended up doing the half. I had no time goal I just wanted to be able to drag my body across the finish line alive!! I finished in 2:47, not horrible not mind blowing. 

Well I got the running bug and have been loving/hating it since. My best time is 2:37 and I am currently trying to crush that!! I really want to finish the Rock N Roll Dallas half in under 2:30. I know I can do it but I have lost my training steam as we reach race day. My best run to date was my 10 miler two weeks ago. I had to run it alone (hate running alone) and I loved it. It was hard but rewarding. I never felt so proud of myself. It was just me and the pavement and I pushed myself hard. No negative self talk, no stopping early, no giving up. 

As we finish out the final week of training I have to find that strength again. Tomorrow is a 12 miler (yikes!!) and I'm nervous to say the least. My diet has been lacking and I need to snap out of it and get my act together. Diet is a huge factor in training and my biggest challenge. 

So wish me luck and let's hope I am flying high this time tomorrow. Happy Friday!