It seems like the weekend just flew by (probably because I slept through half of it). On one hand – I’m happy – I’m ok with the rest of this year flying on by. On the other hand – I wish I could pause our weekends at home together and drag them out indefinitely.
We ate leftover chicken for breakfast – SO GOOD. Maybe not better, but definitely quite good the second day.
We had kids here and were busy, so Jon picked up a take & bake pizza for lunch. I had 2 pieces.
I slept for a couple of hours this afternoon, but I generally feel better. In fact, I felt so much better after today’s nap that I woke up wanting to go to the gym. We got dressed and drove to it, but there were tons of people on campus and I just didn’t feel like dealing with a crowded gym … so we drove back home. Lame, I know – my heart just wasn’t in it – Jon wasn’t too excited, either.
I’m not eating dinner. The pizza made me feel bloated and gross, so that’s it for the day. I might eat some fruit later … maybe.
I did a little shopping this morning, but just wasn’t able to bring myself to spend a lot of money on clothes that I might not be able to wear long (and I didn’t have a ton of time). I think I might almost be ready to go down another size, so I felt hesitant. I need to get my shit in gear and lose the last 22 pounds and get it over with – or at least evaluate from there. I hate feeling in limbo.
I’m not ready for another week. I’m ready to quit eating junk like pizza and nachos … but everything else? I’m working on positive thoughts.