#100 Happy

Well I failed at #100 happy.

And unlike failing at P90X, this was a pretty big blow to me. (I mean really - watching Tony Horton for 2 weeks is like a automatic "give-up" pass.) 

I was going pretty strong until pneumonia hit. It's hard to be happy about much when you're on a hydrocodone-fest for 5 days straight.

So... here I am again. Hoping this works out better than... well... me working out.

Day 1: Happy for the Mother's Day posts on Facebook. It just made me smile all day.

Day 2: Made myself workout. For the second day in a row. This is a win. Trust. Me.

Day 3: My jeans were NOT tight. (probably due to Day 2)

I'm going to pause right here and state that I think this day alone should suffice for happy for the rest of the month.

Day 4: Being silly. 

Day 5: The way Juno goes to the bathroom.... I can explain.

Juno is a girl. Yet she is confused about this fact when it comes to the bathroom.

Yes... Juno hikes a leg. And I crack up Every. Single. Time.

Day 6: 

This girl.

Day 7: Date night with some friends.

Day 8: Spent whole day on couch. Lazy? Yes. Awesome? You know it.

Day 9: Today was a hard day. But I found comfort and joy in seeing a wonderful support system in a tragic situation.

Day 10: My giant sammie. Clearly I hadn't which whiched in a while... I didn't mean to order that size. 

To answer your question: Yes, I ate it all. And yes, I spent the rest of the afternoon in a food-coma.

90 days left!