Well, this week seemed to have zoomed by. Anthony had his 4th birthday. He helped bake and ice his cake. Of course for my choco-holic son it was a chocolate fudge cake with chocolate icing and rainbow sprinkles. I know it doesn't sound like much (I'll post pictures soon) but he really had a great time helping me make it. He was so happy to have a birthday for himself. He normally is the cutie pie that calls up family members on their birthday to sing them "Happy Birthday". So we sung for him, and he was a happy camper.
Today, I'm packing and leaving for Cardston. I have a family softball tournament I'm playing in. My first game is at 5:15pm at Lions Park. I'm a little nervous, as my family (ie. Uncle Gibb) is really competitive, and I just had a baby, and super mooshy and out of shape. I really hope I don't embarass the family as bad as I do every year. I'm the one striking out, falling on my face running to first base etc. I should just walk around wearing a helmet full time, I swear!
I'm still trying to shake my negative feelings off me 100%, and its still hard to. I'm a postitive person and with such a 'gift' I try and radiate my positive-ness. I feel like there's a dark cloud always following me. Is depression sinking in again? I normally can detect it, and nip it before it gets pretty bad. I know I need love, girlfriends, horseback riding, hiking and being out doors to help with it. So I know what I'm doing when I get back from Cardston.
I'm down 18 lbs, and that is helping my self esteem a little bit. Now i need to work on the smoosh. Build muscle, etc.