Diet Pills

Those jeans I wore that have been the only ones that fit me, they don’t fit me anymore! Out with the fat and in with the skinnier.

To my surprise, I have lost 22 pounds already! With that much gone the first month and a half, I know the rest will follow. I am making plans to reward myself when I break the 25 pound mark, with a movie night out with Denise and some other friends. My ex husband has the kids every other weekend, so that will help me fill in the empty hours, and help me learn to enjoy myself in my new life as a single mom.

Denise put my application in her office department for me. I should hear whether I got the position or not on Monday morning. I can hardly wait. If it doesn’t go through though, I will wait until another comes up. My job is too good to let go because of having to face my ex’s friend. Besides, he told me one day that he doesn’t know why I put up with my ex for so long anyhow. He made it clear that they are still friends, but that he knows I had it rough.

I noticed something new this week, and I think it’s because of the Hoodia Gordonii Plus. I am not as tired as I have been for a couple of years. That afternoon slump I used to feel is leaving me alone lately, and I have more energy to be more physically active. I read that the Hoodia Gordonii Plus diet pills would help with that, but I guess I didn’t expect it to feel this different so soon after starting it.

With tomorrow being Friday, and me having the girls this weekend, I think maybe we will visit the zoo. It will be closing for the season soon, and the girls just love to see the animals. Maybe my mom would like to go with us. She has seemed to call me more and check on me lately. Being divorced herself, she knows all the emotions that can be very confusing at times.

She was lucky though. She met and married my stepfather when us kids were a little older. That made life a little easier in a lot of ways for her. She had someone when we all grew up, but not someone who tried to take our fathers place. I don’t know if I ever want to get married again. The first time was rough from the start, and he was verbally insulting and abusive to me. I think it might be hard for me to trust anyone again. One day at a time. That’s what I keep telling myself.

One step at a time, one change at a time, and all of that one day at a time.

My girls offer me enough conversation until I get tired of three word sentences. Then I call Janet or my mom. I think I’ll call mom and ask if she wants to go to the zoo with us on Saturday. The girls haven’t seen her in a couple of weeks. Maybe we could even get my sister and her boys to come along. Now, I’m looking forward to this weekend to spend some time outside, with my girls.