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Yesterday was stressful and I ate like a toddler. I also haven't managed to make it to the gym since Friday so today I concinved myself to get back at it since it helps manage my stress. I need to figure out how to handle stress and bad days without resorting to raiding the kids snack cabinet. Normally I stay out of it and they have their own little space for their treats that I try to stay out of. Yesterday I was running around with a fruit rollup hanging from my mouth and a snack bag of nutterbutter cookies in my hand.
I know I feel better when I work out. I don't know why that isn't a convincing enough thing to make me want to do it. I put it off yesterday and didn't do it at my normal time because I was trying to get work done. Then my son discovered something got into the chicken coop and killed one duck and mangled another. Today I'm on duck watch because I don't think it's going to make it. It's moving around but it only moves when I'm not watching it on the camera. If I go in there it tries to run away from me which looks painful. If it makes it the darn thing is getting fresh lettuce and treats every day for the rest of its life.
I feel partially to blame because I extended the chicken run into what used to be a field of weeds. I think I invaded something's home. Or I alerted something to the fact that there are ducks and chickens nearby.
I totally became a chicken/duck nut. I could go on about my plans to add a slide and a playground for them this summer. It's fine. I'm fine. Loving things that lay butt nuggets is perfectly normal.
Here is to working out. Not eating like a toddler. Hoping ducks live. And resisting the urge to run and grab more baby ducks to raise and create an entire flock in my back yard.
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