So I have not posted in awhile, I am so caught up in work among the rest of my busy life. I am so glad March is almost over. I am so tired of work these days.

Life is typical all at the same time. I am still waking up at 5:30 every morning and still tired most of the time. My appetite has unfortunately not changed a bit - I am as hungry as ever and always craving bad foods. I'm beginning to get frustrated because I am not dropping any more weight, I am just asking for another 10-12 pounds. That's it. Is it soo hard? I guess so.

This week is Spring Break for the schools in our area, kind of makes me want to be a school social worker or something because I really would like to have a good break. My motivation for losing weight is the cruise I will be going on in like 50 days. I'm not really counting down but whenever I visit the cruise site I see where it is counting down. Two of the girls I am going with are stinking stick figures; personally I like my curves, I just wish two imparticular would decrease a bit. Thighs and Tummy.

So my boys lost. It is really okay though, I really almost did not want to watch it at all this year because a big part of me wants to give up football. For Christmas this year almost every single thing (except for a Garmin GPS thing) was Michigan. Seriously. Even people from work gave me all stuff that was Michigan football. It really hurt me because there is so much more to me than football. My life exists between February and August just as much as between September and January/Feb. I guess it made me feel shallow as a person because this year I truly did not want gifts and actually wanted people to put their money elsewhere, instead I got a load of Michigan football stuff I did not need. Plus if you have ever watched a game with me you know that I get really upset and emotional about it - come on. It's football. What eternal significance does it have? How is it going to solve world hunger? My intention is not for those reading this who like football to feel bad or guilty, I have just come to the place where I want to come home on a Sunday afternoon and not sit there and be upset or happy because someone won/lost. There is more to life like people and being outside.

Part of this too is that I - okay this is going to sound really silly and obsessive - but I have been having dreams the last few nights about the Super Bowl, I was totally ready for it to be over. Not that I didn't care about this Super Bowl, I'll admit I was praying for something to happen in those last 10 seconds. When this game came up I was worried from the get go they were going to lose. It seems like when teams get that much publicity and fever with things like the "Perfect Patriots" and what not they are somewhat set up for failure. Thankfully though there were no tears tonight, fits of rage, or throwing plastic spoons at the television. I was actually silent during the entire game.

Another silly thing from me, I have really been praying for Tom Brady. I really don't want him to go to hell (not that I "want" that for anyone), but I kind of tried to make myself feel better by saying if they lost then maybe God is humbling him and will draw him to Himself. I know it sounds very....corny I guess but that's the honest truth from me tonight.

There's always next year - not that I will be watching.