Another week has come and gone, ladies. You know what that means, don't you? Why, yes! It means it's time to confess.
Get to it, shall we?
1) I confess that I'm having Stephen put together a meal plan for me this weekend because I'm determined to get rid of this stupid C-section tummy pouch. Guh. I have eaten nothing but junk since Caroline was born because, um, who has time to cook with an infant? That's about to change.
I'm also going to order some workout dvds this weekend, too. I'll let you know which ones I purchase. Again, not trying to lose weight, but rather tone up and feel better. Anyone want to join me in this endeavor?? I would totally be willing to share my meal plans that he creates. (Stephen has his training certification, but he's also the Director of Sales for a nutrition company who sells to stores like Walmart. The man lives and breathes health and fitness. His wife does not ; )
2) I confess that I'm actually eating a Nestle ice cream drumstick while I'm typing this. Oops.
3) I confess that OH MY GOSH, GAME OF THRONES RESUMES ON HBO SUNDAY NIGHT AND I'M DYING OF ANTICIPATION. Just slightly, though.
4) I confess that this bra is the best ever for lazy days at home. Obviously you couldn't wear it with blouses, but under T-shirts, it's exquisite.