Seven

So, let me tell you a little bit about why I hate the number Seven right now. I know, there are so many reasons to loooove Seven, right?

• Seven is a prime number (That sounds cooler than it really is though)
• Lucky number Seven
• Seventh Heaven
• 7-11 (this is self explanatory)
• Seven brides had Seven Brothers...
• and even He rested on the Seventh Day

But right now, Seven and are throwing down. Seven is the age my youngest child will turn on her next birthday. (How did that happen?) Seven is also the day AFTER my birthday.

But most importantly, at the beginning of the year, I had a resolution to lose weight. I know, so does everybody else. I don't necessarily pride myself on being different, so just roll with it, ok? Basically, I just was tired of being a fatty boombalatty. Yeah, I said it. Roll with that too.

Anywhoooo, I started out okay and dropped around 10 pounds in January. Then came February. Even with the leap year, that short little month was a serious derailment. I mean, it's starts with the Super Bowl and midway you have Valentines day. Diet killers.

So, I slowed. I was down 10 at this point and the weather was looking better.

March and April rocked, and suddenly I found myself down 25 pounds. I was able to do this because I'd get up in the morning and get my kids on the bus and go walking. Sometimes by myself, sometimes with my girlies (thanks girls!). Either way, I was kicking butt and taking names.

Fast forward a few weeks after school let out. Not only have I not lost anymore weight, but now I'm up Seven pounds. So there you have it. My current loathing of Seven. Can you blame me?