The journey from fat to fit. Road trip, woo hoo!

We’re having a snow day.  There is a tiny sprinkling of snow on the ground but school is cancelled.  WTF?

Good news for DD20 and DD9 who are here with me and have no classes at college or in third grade.  Bad news for me as this was a work at home day anyway, and I still have to do the work, except now I have to do it with people in the house as opposed to people going away and leaving me to do my work.  Good news for me, though, that it is 8:37 am and I am in bed in my jammies with my electric pad and cozy as can be with a kitty next to me and nobody needing a ride to school.

I got ZERO exercise this weekend.  It was freezing cold and sleety and nasty out, so no long walks, or even short walks.  DH has been really awesome about going on long weekend walks with me and I’ve come to enjoy that, so I did miss it this weekend.  Because all of the residents of this overpopulated house were home all weekend long, I also didn’t do any “inside” exercise like a video or bosu or anything at all because there was always something going on (with a time out for my pity party of course, but you can’t exercise during a pity party, it’s just not done).

So, now it’s Monday, I am homebound and I feel kind of like a big slug.  We are out of toilet paper and cat litter and all things fresh produce wise, so a trip to the store is in my immediate future.  I was considering walking to the store, even though it is 37 degrees outside, but I don’t want to have to walk a mile home from the store with a jumbo pack of toilet paper and heavy bag of cat litter, and my fiscal sensibilities forbid me walking to the store and buying a small pack of toilet paper just for today.  Plus, it’s really cold.

Maybe I’ll go walk around the mall, purely for exercise, and not look at dresses, and then while I am not looking at dresses (for an event in five days) I’ll see the perfect dress accidentally and try it on just for kicks and it will be fabulous and perfect and on sale… and while I stand in front of the gigantic three way mirror in the store admiring my fabulousness a modeling scout will approach and beg me to be his next big discovery, and I’ll laugh and pooh-pooh the idea as a crowd builds around us and starts to chant my name.

Yeah, maybe that’s what I’ll do.