I am a fairly prolific blogger. Having said that you would think that I enjoy blogging. Most of the time I do, but there are moments when it leans more to the hate side of my love/hate relationship with my blog. I am glad to have this online journal, even though I can't say all that I am thinking. It has been a good way to chronicle many of the moments of my life. I just wish that others would see its importance to me.
Being left out is a funny thing. Here I am writing my thoughts down for the whole world to read. Yet there are times when I feel like I am virtually alone. As if I am not being seen at all. There are just moments in time that seem very lonely. I must say for this first week of a new year, it has been pretty rough. I feel like a fish that has been cast onto the shore and told to dance. Instead of dancing, I just lay there gasping for air.
But all that being said, I have a new plan for dancing this week. The first begins with some exercise. I intend to go to the Kroc Center for a work out 5 days a week, starting tomorrow morning. We have been casein free for about two weeks now. But have had to start over the detox a few times when the kids have accidentally ate something with milk in it. I think Alex is though his roughest part, but Sam had milk on Thursday and he has been crabby. I want cookies really badly. Badly enough that I am going to make some tomorrow with my milk and butter substitutes. Hopefully they come out decent. Good night.