But…. There’s always a but, I was really depressed yesterday. I have a few reasons, most I’m willing to share and others not.
The day before my birthday we went out for my birthday dinner to my favorite Mexican food. The weather was perfect and the tiny restaurant wasn’t crowded. When I told my oldest our plans she informed me that her boyfriend’s mom was also going to dinner at the same restaurant for her birthday dinner. This is a tiny restuarant, seven tables inside and seven outside.
I’m sure anyone that’s read my blog knows where this is going. Yep, my oldest child - the 17 year old decided she’d rather have dinner outside with her boyfriend’s mom than with us. To tell the truth this is still bugging me. On Mother’s day my oldest spent the whole day with her boyfriend’s mom and ZERO time with me. Boo hoo me, right? I can’t help it, this really bugs me. The green eyed monster has a hold of me. 
The day before my birthday we were getting ready to go to my husbands dental consultation, you know where they tell you how much they want you to spend on getting your teeth the way THEY want them. Or maybe it’s what the dentist needs to pay off some bills or a deposit on a new car? Most of the work they want to do is elective and we can’t afford it right now. The dentist wanted us to spend $3,700 but insurance would cover $2,700 - but they couldn’t guarantee the insurance would pay that much. I asked if the $1,000 we’d have to come up with was negotiable, at the time I was thinking why not, most things are negotiable or go on sale so I had nothing to loose. The dental assistant laughed at me. Oh well, we decided to only get the teeth that are bugging him fixed.
So anyhow, while I was getting ready to go to the dentist office, I put on my jeans. I knew this day was coming, I’ve even written about it before, the jeans didn’t go on quite as easily as I would have liked. I had to lay down on the bed to button them up and once I got them on, I was miserable and ended up changing. My husband was cool with going to Walmart and buying me one size larger jeans. Actually he was more than cool, he repeated told me how beautiful I am and that he likes me just the way I am. I’m very hard headed and wouldn’t let him buy the larger jeans. Today. I’m on day 2 of my weight watchers diet! This time I plan on sticking to it. I’m writing everything I eat down in a journal and tracking my points. I’m sure it’s just wishful thinking but I swear I can already tell a difference in the way I feel and in the way my stomach looks. I plan on trying those same tight jeans on in a week and hopefully I won’t have to lay down to get them buttoned. lol
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