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fit to fat ii



Goals:
  1. reach 10000 steps each day
    • 5/7
  2. get on the treadmill 30 minutes five days
    • 4/5
  3. sleep. as in at all
    • 2/7
    • It's hard, but we're starting the cycle
      1. I get up even though I've only had four hours of sleep
      2. I keep the grumpy Chickadee awake all day
      3. the neurologist says this is just a part of Rett we have to live with
So, I did so abysmally well that I think these are a good set of goals for me to continue with. HOUSEKEEPING FYI: Beansprout and I have big plans tomorrow. This counts as my post for tomorrow. Because I'm in charge here.


Comments

  1. Hey...thanks for your sweet comment on my blog. You are exactly right. The craziness that I have experienced in the past is gone!! Now...I accept what I see!!!

    Have a great weekend, too!

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  2. Looks like you did well on the goals that you can control. I hope sleep follows.

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  3. Great job on reaching your goals, and a great Freudian slip on the post title...you will never by Fat again! Have a wonderful weekend, darling!

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  4. I love goal setting and achieving them is so rewarding. You are doing a brilliant job!

    Have fun cleaning, I love a clean house!

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  5. Your goals are so sensible and with your very full life I know you can reach all of them. We are cleaning this weekend too - no big holiday plans, just cleaning!

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