This weekend was moving weekend. I moved the contents of two bedroom apartment into my fiance's only a little bit larger two bedroom home. His father is terminally ill and he was summoned on Thurs to AZ to be at his bedside as they thought the end was eminent. Long story short, I moved with very little help.
I coerced 3 co-workers to help with the heavy heavy lifting so for 3 hours on Saturday I had help. Other than that it was me.myself.and I. packing, sorting things to donate, loading the van, driving the van, unloading the van, loading the van to take to Goodwill with the donations items only to be told they wouldn't take half of the stuff because it was too big, drove to Salvation Army, lather, rinse, repeat. Luckily I was only moving 20 minutes away so the turn around time was not too prohibitive.
I spent all evening Friday, ALL day Saturday 6am-10pm and all day Sunday 6am-8pm doing the above. The crowing glory of my achievement was the deep clean I gave the apartment once the place was empty. My mother taught me to leave a place better than which I found it and I did. That place looked like a million bucks and smelled brand new. I patched nail holes, spackled some minor imperfections, touched up the paint in spots, scrubs the floors on hand and knee to get it really clean and had the carpets deep cleaned.
My eating plan went by the wayside. I kept up with the H20 but barely ate all day and then "treated" myself to burgers and beer Saturday and Pizza and beer Sunday. I almost panicked after the 3rd beer Sunday realizing just how easy it would be to slip back into fat eating.
To my relief, I stepped on the scale this morning and am actually down 2 lbs
from Friday am before the crazy weekend. I know I exercised the **** out of myself these past 72 hours.
I'm looking forward to being in my new place 1. because it is MUCH nicer and 2. I have internet at home as soon as I hook up my computer so I can be here 7 days a week not just when I'm at work!