I had a pretty good weekend this past weekend. Saw some movies, Salt and Despicable Me. Liked them both. I called my daughter asked which kid she wanted to get rid of. The 4 year old of course. Man that kid can talk. And eat. He was a pretty good distraction. I knew if I was alone this weekend I would probably go into a self induced food coma. I skipped church. The Gson was not having it. I really didn't feel like fighting it. We went swimming and watched Harry and the Henderson's. Cute movie. Then we made the little meatloaves. His most fave. He probably ate 5 of them. The kid is skin and bone. Eats like a horse. God bless him.
No walking yesterday. Saturday was just short walk. My buddy needed to cut it short. I got in another 20 mins on the treadclimber. Felt like I was working harder, much harder. I am walking on the treadclimber for the rest of the week. Both buddies are taking this week off. I feel like I will get a better workout this way. I killed this morning. 40 mins. Dripping wet. Felt totally awesome! It's suppose to be cloudy and just 104 today, so I will probably ride the bike home.
Food over the weekend was interesting. I ate the 1st Big Mac that I have eaten in about 2 years. I never, ever do this. You know what.....I didn't even like it that much. Made me tummy alittle upset. The Gkid was dieing to go and they have that INDOOR playground, so I said ok. Seriously, I forgot how hard it is to say no a begging 4 year old. I wasn't "jonesing" for fast food. I simply had a sucky burger and now onto the next meal. That next drink of water. That next time on treadclimber. It didn't derail me from doing the next right thing, the next time. Amazing. I have thought about that this weekend. I consider that to be some kind of a victory.
I have lots of cleaning to do. I want things nice for when my sisters get here. Besides, I really need to go beyond just tidy. I am not a great housekeeper. I'm ok. I hate summer, I can't open the windows and air my tiny little place out. It's just too hot all the time. I am getting kind of nervous about my sisters coming. I get all I wish I had more, better, bigger...whatever. I am really pretty satisfied until I start comparing myself to others. My sisters really could care less. I know that it's all in my head. Kind of drives me crazy that I put so much energy into that kind of thinking.
So, I'd best get to back work. I didn't really think I had that much to say. I guess I did....who knew? Feeling bloggy blah again. I have been reading everybody, just not commenting. I know the more I put into this the more I get out of it. It a cycle.
Keep the mood and the food real..........