Driving home from Sudbury, Ontario tonight, I thought to myself “is there anything at home that I can have for my lunch”. Unfortunately, the answer was no. I shop weekly so ensure that my salad ingredients are fresh and crisp. That meant, when we arrived home at 8pm, after being away, that I dropped off my DH and off I went shopping. But, two hours later, groceries purchased, puta away, cooked, chopped, diced and jarred.
I love Friday. Who doesn’t? Well maybe people that work the weekend shift. Maybe they don’t love Fridays, but I start getting that light headed, giddy feeling right about now. It’s especially awesome since it’s an extended weekend and we’re going to visit my in-laws.
So, what did you all have for lunch today? It is Friday after all. You know, eat-out day. That one work-day, although others do this every day (ahem), that you can eat out. I’m not against this by any means. In the almost year that I’ve worked in my new role, I’ve got out less than 10 times. Why you ask? Well have a look at the below picture. This is why.
My scale has found a new temporary home. OK, well it’s not out of our bathroom, but I did prop it up against the wall. Previously it was right in the middle of the room. The scale mocks you from it’s position in front of the mirror, so not only do you weigh yourself (wearing as little as possible), but you get to look at yourself in the mirror at the same time. Yay me. But I moved it out of the way to limit my scale check-ins. Seemed to work.
I realized that I had forgotten to post last weeks clinic visit, so here it is.
Happy Fri-yay! (Some guy in Finance said that too me, so I’m going with it). What will happen to me, now that my Weight Watchers membership is over? Will I gain the weight back that I fought to lose? Will I chuck the salads on Sundays and replace it with cheeseburgers and fries?
No. I’ve come too far to do that to myself. But what will I do?