I’m going to be tired tonight. I didn’t go to bed until eleven and then had to pee at 4:45 so I went ahead and got up. Could have slept another thirty minutes but I knew I wouldn’t be able to.
It was good to snuggle up with DH last night and sleep in my own bed. I wanted to blog yesterday evening but you would have thought I’d been gone two weeks instead of two days. DH and the boys were all over me. Evidently, however, nobody loves me enough to crawl out of bed at 4:45 to chat so I get to blog a little bit.
Had a good time with the girls but the weather was freezing. It was absolutely, totally, TOO cold! It was 9 degrees Saturday morning and I don’t think it got much warmer all day. We didn’t do much hiking in the woods. I wanted to take a bunch of pictures but, when I got my camera out, the batteries were dead. I took a handful using Pam’s camera when she, Phyllisann and I went out for a walk Saturday morning but I didn’t get any of the entire group and Pam didn’t want any pictures taken. She’s a little bit paranoid about photos. Still, Phyllisann couldn’t resist trying to snowball me when I got this one of her.
We played lots of games Friday evening and feasted on all kinds of good stuff but the highlight was the Chicken Alfredo we had for dinner. Saturday, we drove into Nashville to shop. I didn’t like the stores. All that cutesy, country kish. Quilts, potpouri, scented candles, bunny rabbits, lace and frills. Not really my thing. I did find a tee shirt for Phyllisann, however, that said, “What happens with the Sisters, Stays with the Sisters”. We were going to go somewhere else but the snow was getting heavy so we decided to play it safe and head back to the cabin.
Saturday night was another game night. There was one new game that I have to get for the boys. It’s battery operated and reminds me of the old Simon game. You get four colored discs and slide them under an arch that senses the color and tells you which color to slide next. It gets faster and faster until the discs are flying under it as you and your partner try to keep up and slide the correct color. Saturday night, we never got to dinner. Phyllisann took over the kitchen to make some Mexican tapas (appetizers) and made so many different kinds that we were all stuffed by dinnertime so we never fixed any but just continued to snack all evening. Especially when Gina brought out the chocolate covered strawberries, no-bake cookies, and pumpkin mousse.
Sunday morning, we feasted on omelets and fresh fruit and then gathered all our stuff and headed home. Phyllisann and I headed up to the Outlet Mall in Edinburgh since we were just a few miles from there and I got two beautiful jackets at Coldwater Creek and a couple of Puma hoodies for the twins. One of my jackets is a rust colored suede and the other is a beautiful, embroidered denim jacket. I might have gotten into a problem on the denim. It was missing a button so it was reduced 90%. I figured I’d take the top button off, sew it on the missing spot, and put a different button on the top as an accent. Good plan…but, when I looked at it last night, I noticed that the buttons are riveted. Don’t know how that’s going to work.
Today, Chickies, I am MOTIVATED! Gotta get back on track. Going for a perfect day of healthy eating, exercise, and a weigh in. Hope the scales go that high…
6:00 a.m. – Finished my shower. Weighing in at 178. Shouldn’t be too hard for Phyllisann to hit THAT target.
3:00 p.m.- Sitting here at work waiting for Andrew to finish ESS. I usually work until 4:00 but I don’t feel like doing that today. I’m going to look up some personal stuff on the internet, blog a little bit, and then head home. So far, I’ve done great with the food today. All I have left to do is eat a healthy dinner and work out and I’ll have a perfect day. Someone just sent me a joke. Here ya go…
When to Start Cussing
A 6 year old and a 4 year old are upstairs in their bedroom. ‘You know what?’ says the 6 year old. ‘I think it’s about time we started
cussing. The 4 year old nods his head in approval. The 6 year old continues, ‘When we go downstairs for breakfast, I’m gonna say something with hell and you say something with ass..’ The 4 year old agrees with enthusiasm. When the mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 6 year old what he
wants for breakfast, he replies, ‘Aw, hell, Mom, I guess I’ll have some Cheerios.’ WHACK! He flies out of his chair, tumbles across the kitchen floor, gets up, and runs upstairs crying his eyes out, with his mother in hot pursuit, slapping his rear end with every step. His mom locks him in his room and shouts, ‘You can stay there until I let you out!’ She then comes back downstairs, looks at the 4 year old and asks with a stern voice, ‘And what do YOU want for breakfast, young man?’ I don’t know, he blubbers, ‘but you can bet your fat ass it won’t be Cheerios!’
5:00 – Just finished a thirty minute workout. How quickly the body forgets! Alternated between the treadmill at a 3% incline at 3 mph, step aerobics, and low impact aerobics. Felt tired and sluggish but, at least, I did it. Now, I just have to finish up the day with a good diet and I’m done. Can’t decide what to do about calories. I’m getting flack from everyone about doing 1200 a day but I don’t feel good about upping it to 1500. I’ll have to give that some thought.
10:00 – Looks like I made it. One perfect day. I’ll try for another one tomorrow. I wish I had eaten more calories but I don’t have the kind of food in the house that I need. Guess I should go to the store tomorrow. Right now, I’d love to have some Kashi and soy milk but I don’t have either.