The past week is the kind of week I’d like to repeat over and over. Nothing spectacular happened – was just good.
Exercise-wise, things were pretty typical:
Monday: Walked Molly our 2M route around the neighborhood
Tuesday: Walked Molly our 2M route
Wednesday: Trainer for an hour after work, walked Molly 2M when I got home
Thursday: Strength training homework at the gym for 45 minutes, 30 minutes on the elliptical
Friday: Spin class at 5:30AM, 2M walk with Molly after work
Saturday: 2M walk with Molly, 1M walk to/from a new beer market that opened nearby
Today: The weather is gorgeous so I’m sure I’ll walk Molly. Might also find a gym class to do. Or maybe I’ll sit outside and read.
I failed on the food pictures thing, which is a shame since Jon cooked several really good meals. Just don’t have it in me lately, I guess. We went out to dinner on Friday night and I remembered, but the lighting was horrible.
I ordered a fairly simple salad (spinach, couscous, grilled artichoke heart, feta, roasted red peppers, grilled portabello, grilled shrimp, no dressing because I didn’t like it – mixed it all up before I remembered the picture) because I was craving cake and thought I might get dessert.
I wound up feeling full, though, and put off the cake craving until yesterday (Saturday) afternoon. I almost had Jon convinced to make a homemade pound cake, but it was going to take an hour to bake – so we ran to the store and picked one up.
Just felt like it was finally a good day for cake.
I went to the (previously mentioned) support group yesterday and left feeling super … something. Weird again, I guess. There was a lot of us (overweight) vs. them (thin) sort of talk – assumptions of judgment, assumptions about different life experiences, etc. What’s most interesting to me is I felt very much as if I fit in with/understood the group, but it was apparent that some of them didn’t feel the same about me. Not a big deal – I’m just there to keep things safe and on track and understand very much how uncomfortable it can be to feel vulnerable in front of a potentially judgmental outsider – but I can’t deny that I wasn’t impacted in some way just from listening. I don’t really know yet how to articulate what I’m thinking. Body stuff is so complicated. We all think we’re so alone and unique in our struggles (myself included, of course), but that’s so rarely the case.
That was my week – a couple strength training sessions, a spin class, lots of dog walking, decent week at work, good food, sunshine, Jon in town. I want another one just like it.
Have I ever mentioned that Molly is super affectionate?
Henry follows us everywhere we go (seriously – everywhere – we are never alone) and wants to sit nearby or on our laps, but he doesn’t like to be touched. Just wants to sit there.
Molly, on the other hand, is constantly trying to get us to pet her or hug on her.
She really is so sweet.