So, you guys have heard me say tons of time that I’m going to cut the fluff. And I start out well. Fluff does get cut. I work out, watch what I eat, and even start seeing results. But then something happens. I injure my knee, because I’m overdoing it. My milk supply tanks because Im not eating enough. Izzy decides she doesnt want to take any naps, and be a tired, cranky little woman, so im too busy tending to her to get my workout in. Always, always something!