All too soon we will be heading to this wonderful, sunny, warm, paradise of a beach.
I mean, who wouldn't want to see such spectacular sites, and be able to sit in the sun and be warm, not freezing your backside off, (which by the way, is not true in my case. It is ever growing).
Last night, I saw the date and realized that all to soon this wonderful experience will be heading Ryan's and my way. Rather than be excited and looking forward to this upcoming trip, my stomach is twisted in knots and I feel like throwing up. Not because I have to put on a swimsuit. I definately am not looking forward to the way I look in one, but I have been exercising and eating healthy. I can only do what I can do. But I am so not looking forward to leaving my amazing, wonderful, precious children. Do I know they'll be in great hands? Yes! Do I know that I will have a harder time than they will? Yes! Does that make it easier? No.
I told Olivia that I will bring her back some dresses and she is ready to kick me out the door today. Luke is excited to sleep over at a friend's house (for one night, then my sis- in - law and my brother will be coming to take care of them). Maybe all this anxiety will make it easier for me to drop some weight. Look for the positive right. It will be good. Ryan and I will have such a good time.