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The weather in West Texas; it's crazy. Sometimes. Here recently it's been fairly consistent. Dry. But yesterday it rained. For a minute. Let me show you via picture illustration. #rain #thunder #tenminuteslater

Mondays are so hard. I eat whatever I want Sundays. So, my body is always upset with me Mondays when I limit calories again. Anyways, today in the cafeteria at work they served chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes and cream gravy. But no, there is no happy ending to this tale. #iatesalad #asadsalad #lettuce They served chicken fried steak. And mashed potatoes. And cream gravy. Chicken. Fried. Steak.

I've been in my feelings today. My oldest is graduating in a month and some days I deal better than others. I'm so happy and proud of her. She's so smart and beautiful and perfect. But, I'm sad because it's over. She's not a child anymore. She will never again ask me to read her a bedtime story or recite Shrek on a long car ride. She will never again reach up to me with little hands wanting to be picked up. That part of her life is over and now she will transition into adulthood. I made mistakes and I've done my best to bring her up. One thing is sure  though. She knows I love her, no matter what, and I suppose, that is most important. As I sat here in my recliner lamenting this situation, my youngest came to me and reached up to be held, then fell asleep in my arms. #

I love my kids. They are such great little humans. That being said, I've really been wondering about something recently. Like, why cant kids hear? I mean, if you even begin to talk about anything that doesn't involve them, they have acutely keen hearing and a real ear for detail. But, why when I'm saying to the child, time to get out of the bathtub, she cant hear me and I'm literally three feet away from her? Completely deaf. If I say to the other child, do you want a coke, even from a different room, I can acquire an affirmative response. But, pick up your clothes from the floor; total utter hearing loss.  It's a real head-scratcher. #shescute #butshecanthear #neithercanhe #unlessitbenefits

Well, I worked out again. I'm trying to be good. Maybe good is not the word. I'm trying to be fit. I'm trying to get back in my jeans; that's most accurate. I have to be honest; not seeing any gains. #timenumbertwo #ididit I did it is a funny looking hashtag. I will have to continue using it. Anyways, #workout #nogains #angryface #butimhappy #thisismyhappyface

Ya'll; I really like to be shiny.  I was doing some self-reflecting...aha, see what I did there? Anyways, self-reflecting: I like to buy highlighters. Like, really like to buy highlighters. So, I got them all out today and I noted I have 13. Of course, this is an odd number and that will never do. (For those of you who don't know me well enough to know why, that's a blog for another day.) So, naturally, now I need a new highlighter. Any suggestions on which? #13 #lifeismessy #butatleastimshiny #itsridiculous #selfreflection

So, here is my new blog. I don't have much time to write. I am currently dedicating the majority of my writing time to patho of asthma. Don't worry; I won't cross post here. Anyways, I want to blog honestly about my simple life. I'm assuming any of my readers know me. If not, hey, what's up? I'm Sharina and I'm tired. Anyways, this post is about me trying to get back to my goal weight. I've recently gained 27 whole pounds. I've lost 10 but feel like an eternity away from my goal. My clothes don't fit. I feel like ugh. Or blah. Maybe both. And yuck. I know its not the popular thing to have poor body image, but, like I said, I'm tired and I don't even feel like defending myself regarding this. So, today I worked out in my garage, where my husband has a whole gym, basically. I will finish this story in hash-tagged picture format. Enjoy. And, until next time... #workout #howbadcoulditbe #bepositive #armflaps #onehourlater #whathav...