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So I feel very low energy today, and all I wanna do is eat carbs!!!

I just don't think I could live without eating ANY grains. I think I'd rather have a couple of pieces of bread a day than have 6 pack abs! I love my carbs! Plus I'm so scared that I'm going to lose muscle if I try to get much leaner...and I don't want to lose ANY of my hard earned muscle. I work WAY too hard for it.

So maybe one day I'll try for a 6 pack...but right now I'll settle for my 4 pack! Even if I do have love handles that I HATE..................but oh well.

I'm just really self conscious in a bathing suit because I have NO hips, no boobs, skinny legs, and I feel like my stomach looks fat in proportion to the rest of my body! I mean, I seriously look like I'm 12 years old in a bikini! Sigh... I'm such a perfectionist...that isn't always a good thing. I know I will never have the perfect body; I just have to make the best of what I've got.

Well, we decided to go to Myrtle beach instead of Florida just to be safe with the oil spill and everything...I've never been there, so it should be fun. As long as there's a beach, I'll be happy! I just hope we have nice weather. Only 2 more weeks!

The hard thing for me is going to be trying to eat right those 4 days...The people I'm going with are going to think I'm crazy with how often I eat and with me trying to get in all my protein and everything! I am going to let myself have a couple of treat meals, but I don't want to eat horrible the whole time. I'm going to try to get up early and work out when I'm there, too. I just can't go 4 days without working out especially when I know my eating won't be that great.

Anyone have any healthy snack ideas I can bring with me for the trip there? It's a 10 hour drive....

So in other news...I come home to day to a big pile of dog poop in my living room!!! Before I left for work this morning I tried to get Asher to go out to potty, but he didn't act like he needed to. So he must've had to go pretty bad because he NEVER has accidents in the house. The blinds were all torn up on the back door from him trying to get out. :( Poor thing.

My husband is out of town for a few days for a concert with one of his buddies. I hate it when he's not here! It is super boring. But he'll be back tomorrow! Yay!

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