Packing

I know it's still a week away, but I'm almost done packing for the trip to WA for my sister's wedding. Hey, with two kids, I just know I'm going to forget something, and if I pack it all early, maybe I'll remember by the time we leave!
I'm doing well. Eating is good. Still struggle with the night time some days, but not most. About 2 times a week. I'm sleeping better. Exercise is spotty, at best. I attack with fervor some days, and can't be bothered others. Oh well, I would say I do get exercise most days.
I've been sticking to a calorie level of about 1400 a day. Sometimes higher, usually a little lower. Fat is at around 20 percent. I'm eating a lot of plain yogurt, cottage cheese, fresh fruits and veggies (green smoothies), and dinner is the usual lean protein and some sort of veggie. Last night I made a crockpot full of black beans, served with brown rice. My kids don't even know what white bread and rice is. And that's just the way I like it:) Well, the older one knows about the yukky stuff now that he's in school. Thank you, school district!
My older boy just started first grade yesterday. I didn't get emotional this year like I did the last two years for kindergarten and preschool. I was a wreck for preschool. We walked there, and I bawled the whole way back. Then kindergarten was a little better, just sniffly. But this year, no tears, no eyes welling up. He came back in a great mood and excited. He said his teacher is 'super nice'. I'm enjoying the freedom, even though my 2 yr old is still home. It's much quieter around here.
I'm back in school too. Yoga's great, I think that Friday morning is a perfect time for relaxing yoga stretching. I get to it before my day even starts. Nutrition was good, a little easy. Since I'm so diet-conscious to begin with, I didn't learn much about reading food labels that I didn't already know. Hopefully I'll pick up some new stuff. The teacher is nice, she is also the mother of all boys, so thus the only woman in a house full of boys. We bonded. The class is mostly young men, all athletes. I felt A) FAT and out of shape and B) OLD:) I got over it though. I'm a work in progress, baby! Come see me this time next year!