Ok, weigh in for this week.
No, it ain't much, but it IS down. Haven't exercised but once this week, and that was cut short because the in-laws came home and were ill, so I didn't want to be outside the door of the RV with them not feeling well.
I did do pretty well on not having seconds, that seemed to help. Not always so good on keeping the firsts reasonable. Keeping snacks out of the house... Well, I did break down and have a small bit of stuff, but note I said small. I didn't get the mondo-huge-super-saver-Costco-would-be-proud size, just enough to nosh a little, share with Husband, and family when they came in (in fact, I made a point of offering it to them, so I would have it leave faster), and so I wasn't crawling the candy aisle whenever I hit the stores. I try not to even go in that aisle... (Why am I spelling that "isle" today? Odd.)
Anywho, we progress. Slowly. In the words of some famous historical dude, "Journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step." Manolo? Jimmy Choo? Buster Brown? Someone like that...
Was good kid this morning, albeit it was a fight. Got up, was going to get my emails and go RIGHT OUT and walk. (Why did I just hear the gods laughing?)
I think every program that had a username/password had expired, and I forgot two passwords, so I was probably an hour doing that. Okay, going to go get some water, and GO WALK!
Husband called me over to the tele, "They had something about a Renaissance Faire..."
Dunno, but it's coming right up, if you want to see it.
Sure enough it did, 1/2 an hour later... So if you are in Oregon, near Silverton, is a brand new ren faire, this weekend.
So, I AM WALKING. Shoes. Out door. NOW. Husband was leaving, too, so I locked up, and started my walk, after turning on the water for the garden. Both Husband and Mom want me to take my cell phone in case I fall.
I am walking, getting into the music, woo, feel the muscles go, look at me I am >cock-a-doodle-doo!< >cock-a-doodle-doo!<
(As much as I like having my ring tone being a rooster, I still don't like having the ability to be reached EVERYWHERE.)
Ok, turn off Werewolf, take out ear buds, answer phone before it goes to voice mail... (You ask why I don't just let it go to voice mail? Because, if Husband calls, it's business, or something amiss, Sheriff's Office calls, they need a reply quickly, most times, and anyone else that calls usually is concerned when I don't answer right away, as they know I try to get back asap... And since I have been known to have my voice mail not give me a message until THE NEXT DAY, it's just easier to curb panic by answering.)
So, I have a conversation, finish up, and realize that I had turned on the water a while ago, how long has it been on? OH, CREAMED CRAP, it's been on for an hour, and I haven't been walking more than 15 or so minutes, in total! I walk down the hill, turn off the water, and start back to walking. And FINALLY, it is completed, just about time the sun was getting uncomfortable.
So, victorious, I go back out from walking through the gate, I did well, got my walking finished...
And was stung on the knuckle by a yellowjacket.
It's going to be a long day...
Gee, it's 10:30, maybe I should try making breakfast. Should I call the fire department and warn them, the way my day is going?
(I think Werewolf is either being sacrilegious, or just having a nervous breakdown. When I have it on "shuffle", it has more than once played AC/DC's "Big Balls", then DC Talk's "Jesus Freak" right after. Just sayin'...)