Yesterday wasn't so bad. I went to playgroup. Apparently I had told one of the women present about my Spencer fears over the summer and she had the guts to ask about it. I told them that he was fine, just laid back and delayed. Which is true. It was the second time in 24 hours that I had to say it out loud. It's all in my head. This morning I was starting to worry about Rachel. Let's see she can crawl, but doesn't really like to, doesn't like the bouncer, doesn't like the walker, hates the stroller - why does she dislike moving so much? Is there something wrong? Nope, there's just something wrong with me. I'm seriously not cut out for this mommy stuff. According to Heather, it all comes back to my lack of self-worth and I don't feel that I deserve the love of a good man like Mike, or having two great kids. But I do have those things. I need to appreciate them more.

Didn't work out yesterday, but did today. Went out for dinner and ate what I liked, but only half of it. Mike took the other half for lunch today. Forgot to weigh myself this morning. That's progress right?