In commiserating with my sister, one big goal is to not hate the exercise but to embrace it. I can talk myself out of or into it at the drop of a hat. This morning, it was out of.
Bernie makes dinner on Fridays for me, but I think that's going to be shortlived. Since I started working at the library, Fridays wipe me out, I don't get home unitl 6 p.m., and I had aksed him if he could do that one thing. Well, he's pissed about one thing or another pretty much every Friday/dinnertime and I think I get served "hate" meals. It's not always about me. He could be pissed at a customer or the fact we have no money or time to finish tasks etc, but it comes out in having to cook me dinner. so, I've decided that Friday is going to be big salad night and I'll just have lots of stuff available to make that. It's just that I come home starving and eat whatever is in front of me. (hmm, that's most nights) Well, last night was shrimp and noodles and cauliflower. lots of butter and garlic. really yummy. but served with contention. He had a bad day (shopping for correct stovepipe for the stove that I bought, therefore it is faulty - there's of course way more to that story which has nothing to do with my diet other than stress and excuses for not exercising.)
oh, and it's not like I didn't move this morning. I went once around the yard with the dog, which equates to about 1/2 mile. hardly any arobics. and then I drug my bottles around to the side of the house where I'm saving them to make a bottle wall for planters in my free time. I pretended to do some stretch and bend like a 1980s Jane Fonda tape while emptying the bottles. stay tuned on the bottle walls.
Oatmeal for breakfast, smoothie for lunch. Then, we're going out ot town so it's suprise for dinner and the rest of the weekend. aint life grand.
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