My home is a shambles, but I’m working on it. The weekend took some crazy turns, but it was awesome and now I’m paying for it. On top of that I have committed to a diet and exercise program and spent most of the day yesterday prepping my meals for the rest of the week, while doing laundry with a sick kid home. Oh, did I tell you I had to workout too? Nothing is more depressing than your flabby belly hitting your thighs while you are wearing super tight athletic gear. My mind races with thoughts of how did I let myself get to this horrible place. I promise myself I’m going to do this program no matter what. This is my chance or else it’s elastic band pants and comfortable shoes for me. YUCK!
This morning I was in better shape. My meals are made and somehow I managed to start my day gulping down 5 hard boiled eggs (only 1 yolk) and a banana. This is insane. I get the little ones on the bus and begin my workout. I learned quickly that using a chair in place of a workout bench is not the best idea. My face almost crashed into the floor. Once again a reminder why I don’t workout in public. I rush to take a shower because I have a an appointment with the gyno. I also need to get my post workout meal in before I go, but can’t. So,I heat up my chicken, broccoli and sweet potato and take the dish in the car with me. I eat with my hands. I know attractive- right?
I look forward to my yearly visit, as I have a crush on my doctor. Then the nurse weighs me. I hate doctor scales. I removed my shoes, but it still added about 3 pounds from what I saw at home. Then she asks me to put on the gown. These gowns suck. They don’t stay closed and the ties never match up. I wonder if there is a market for better gowns. Could I possibly make a buck here. Then I remembered that I don’t know how to sew and my dreams of being a gown mogul come to a halt. The doctor enters. He hugs me and I bask in the smell of his cologne. He puts me up on the rack for a check and it’s over before I know it. I always wonder how he works so fast and painless. It’ll be another year before I see him. (sigh)
My next stop was to buy fabric and a pattern because my sons want to sew. ( Here I go back to sewing.) I’m at a loss in the fabric store. I finally settle on a few things that I might be able to make heads or tails of and then begin to panic about setting up the sewing machine. God give me strength. I stop at Marshall’s to buy a kettlebell only to have the lady in line in front of me laugh at me. I was trying to balance the ball and hold a bag of batting with another bag filled with fabric. A little help maybe, but laughing – no. Then the cashier feels free to offer her unsolicited advice, ” Don’t drop that when you are swinging it.” Thanks for the tip, I’ll try to remember that one.
I can’t believe I’m hungry again. It then takes my forever to get home to meal number 3 because every car that was in front of me contained an old man wearing a hat. In case you don’t know, not only do they like to drive slow, but they brake at every curve or bump in the road. Awesome. I stop at the library to return my DVD’s only to realize one isn’t in the case- crap! I drive home to discover my mailbox wide open and it’s raining out. Another awesome!
So for now, I think I’ll finish cleaning up my mess. You can always read about Why I Hate Leaving My House while I pull together the remnants of my life over here.
Jenn says
Can I come pick up some pre made meals…..I am really inpressed by YOU! Really!
beyourbestmom says
Thanks, but it’s easy to do! It’s been so helpful on the diet.