I have had a (mostly) good day today. 30DS was great. I am still surprised that I am enjoying exercise. That has never been the case for me in 33 years. I am starting to feel that level 1 of 30DS is actually fairly easy so have added in weights to some of the bits like punches and jumping jacks. Yes, this is the same person who couldn't manage all of the jumping jacks 10 weeks ago. And yes I am feeling a little smug about the progress.
I ate well for almost all of the day and this is where the 'mostly' comes into play. I make all the biscuits my children have and for the last few days there haven't been any for their to have with their milk and stories at bedtime. After major guilt trips from Hyperboy about how I "never make us biscuits anymore" I decided to make some tonight. Biscuit dough is a weakness and I realised (too late) that all the little nibbles I had eaten added up to about 5 biscuits worth. I have tracked them in my food log though and given myself a slap on the wrist.
This evening despite already having done 30DS and cycling the 3.4 mile round trip for Bookworm's swimming lesson I actually felt like I wanted to do more. I haven't because at the same time as that my legs feel tired. I will see how I feel tomorrow and might do two levels of 30DS instead of the one level I have planned.