Yes, I do remember that once upon a time I used to blog about food and exercise and weight loss. It has been on my mind that I should get back to it. I’m always waiting for the right time. Waiting for that magical day when I have the time and the head space to sit down and get my thoughts in order. Which, of course, never happens. So maybe I’m better off just sitting down at the keyboard and spewing out whatever is on my mind.
I’ve been a bit off my routine for the past few days. Never a good thing for me. My in-laws were coming on Saturday to stay over night on their way to Ottawa. I said to Husband on the previous weekend that we should get the house cleaning out of the way so that we weren’t rushing around at the last moment. He said, oh, it’s not that bad, it won’t take long. That’s what he always says. Probably because I do most of the work (my own fault, I’m not good at asking for help).
So of course we were not ready. Then, somehow, getting into the car after work on Friday, Husband did something to his shoulder (don’t ask me, I don’t know. He doesn’t know) so I felt bad enough making him do the amount of cleaning that he did, and I tried not to ask for much extra. Which leaves me rushing around like a crazy woman right up to the time our guests arrived, fantasies of a Saturday workout dashed (unless you count housework).
We went out to dinner and I had chicken nachos and black bean quesadillas and a margarita. Not complaining, but a workout that day would not have been amiss.
Yesterday, I have only myself to blame. I had good intentions to get in a work out. But I was feeling tired and not disposed to do much, likely due to the rushing around all day Saturday and then not sleeping well Sunday night. I don’t sleep well when we have company, isn’t that weird? Neither do the cats because they kept jumping on me and poking at me all night.
So no exercise yesterday. Except more house work. Laundry anyone?
The plan for tonight was BBQ. We are getting a new fridge tomorrow. (Yay!) So we’ve been in clean out fridge/use stuff up mode. I was looking forward to coming home to a simple BBQ meal. I had my calories tracked for the day, figuring I had room for supper and that I would have time for at least a short exercise session of some sort. I was also looking forward to minimal dishes to clean up, since BBQ does not involve dirtying up pots.
Then we were late leaving work. Then Husband decided that he wanted to do something different for supper.
I don’t like to discourage Husband when he gets the urge to experiment in the kitchen. It’s always nice to have help, plus we do have fun spending time together in the kitchen.
But the end result is more calories than I planned on, and my evening pretty much gone.
I enjoyed spending time with Husband, but at the same time I find myself feeling like the evening I had envisioned got stolen away from me.
Does anyone else ever feel that way? Or do I sound completely nuts?
If you made it to the end of my whining session, I now reward you with a few extra photos from yesterday….
If you haven’t seen yesterday’s garden post yet, click on over and check it out.
Thanks for listening/reading. :)