It's 11pm. I'm playing around on here when I have a million more things to do to get ready for my big show tomorrow (sound familiar, Ashli? )
I have a open house show at a salon tomorrow all day from 10-6. I'm so worried about it and have been stressing about it all week. I need to get bookings from this. That is key. I have been praying about this like crazy. This is a great opportunity, but I just don't know how well it will go. Did I do enough advertising and marketing? Will I say the right thing?
I want to present the opportunity without being pushy. I hate when people are pushy, but I need to be assertive and sometimes I have a hard time figuring out the difference.
I have to get all my jewelry in my kit together. Prep hostess packets. And make a schedule for my mother in law to follow with the kids tomorrow.
Then we have to get up early-much earlier than we usually do because MIL doesn't drive and we have to pick her up. And I want to have enough time to get ready so I look good.

Anyway, food was good except at lunch today, I got a vanilla frosty for Collin from Wendy's. He only ate about half-probably not even that much. Guess who finished it?
PNP is big about not finishing your kids food (not giving your kids junk for that matter), and counting every bite and taste you put in your mouth. If you eat it, you need to be accountable for it and write it down.
So I also had a few bites of Collin's pizza tonight and 2 sips of his sprite. I feel so guilty about these little bites. But I don't know how much of a huge deal I want to make of it. I'm proud that I didn't have more. So I don't know. Little victories.

Exercise: 35 mins elliptical 300 cals.