History Repeating

Wake up: 5 with the babe, 6 with the alarm.
Slept for: 6 hours.
First thought is: No thoughts at 5. At 6 I thought: I'm just going to go back to bed. But I didn't. I knew I'd regret it an hour later.
Baby is: Repairing the negative feelings and misgivings I had from being a first-time mom.
This is: Amazing. Great. It is so truly amazing-great to see how life works and how, when you trust the process, you are delivered to wholeness.
Daughter is: Watching cartoons. I need to get her on the fast track so we can leave on time for camp.
This is: Always stressful for me, but I really should get a grip. I mean, hello! That is stressful? What is my problem?
Man is: Egging me on with funny—and inappropriate—things to answer this prompt with.
This is: Him.
Emails to check: 30-something again. I keep forgetting to log the number in my sieve—uh, brain, whatever you call it.
Goal for the day: Not stress out over little things. It's almost as if I've mastered not being stressed out over major (may-jah) things, but that dang stress needs to be in the mix, so it riles me up over inconsequential minutia.
Kabbalah says: Why are you alive? What did your soul come here to do? Ask enough times— and with intensity—and you will start seeing signs pointing you in the right direction.
First bananas thought: I can't say that I've had one today. Or, perhaps, they're just all so bonkers that they seem normal.
Arrive at gym: 6:30 am
Workout is: Cardio was a B-. I just lacked focus but I still managed to get my heart rate up and sweat. The good part is that I worked in weights, which is so vital. I bumped into a friend who was working out with a trainer. The trainer said something very interesting about weight loss: 75 percent is nutrition. Boo! And he's so right. I've been pretty good on the eating-front but then I totally spazz out and blow in one fell forkful. Just because you're working out doesn't mean that you can't eat 100 percent cleanly—if you are aiming to achieve a goal. If you're just maintaining, then you can be a little freer.
Today's song is: History Repeating by The Propellerheads
Best lyric is: They say the next big thing is here, that the revolution's near, but to me it seems quite clear that it's all just a little bit of history repeating
Best spam subject line: Your lady will go nuts.
It's the best because: The word "lady" is funny.
I want: The whole red snapper from Indochine.
I love: Manhattan.
I wish: There were a Barneys here. Not that I could buy anything from it right now, but at least I'd have a place to retreat to when the going gets boring.
I am totally, majorly obsessing over: A Spanish-style ranch.
Being a mom means: That point in the day when you go from loving the quiet in the house to missing your kid because she's not there to make noise.
Being a wife means: Thinking—and actually caring—about what someone else other you and your kids want and need.
Being a business owner means: Friday night meetings. They should be liquid meetings but, surely, Amy and I are too tired by that time to even lift the glass up.
Out of the mouths of babes:
Today I ate: Fairly clean. I fought mid-day sweets urges, which definitely helped me not to derail come dinner time.
Today I drank: Water.
Work was: An exercise in sharing.
Today I learned: That when people tell you who they are, you should believe them.
I am: Still in my gym clothes at 6:12 pm.
Tomorrow I will: Be in those clothes until I shower much later tonight.