I spent almost the entire day today thinking it was Thursday. When I woke up, I knew it was Wednesday, because I did my weigh-in. Which, by the way, was actually much better than I expected:
My weight was up two pounds from last week's 136. From the week I've had, though, I thought for sure it would be in the 140's. I ate out a few times this week (which always causes me to gain weight, regardless of what I order), and I didn't track my food for a couple of days. I've been going back and forth between 136 and 138 for several weeks now, and I ready to get back to goal!
This week, we're going to a Mud Hens baseball game on Friday night (and since it's "Pizza Friday" the kids want to go out for pizza before the game. On Saturday, I have a wine club meeting with girlfriends, and that always involves food. I'm going to make a plan before both of those days so that I don't go overboard. I can't afford to, because I have to fit into a bridesmaids' dress in two weeks!
The boys start school next week, and then I will be able to settle into a routine. I find it so much easier to stay on track with my eating during the school year. I have a few projects I want to work on, too, like painting the boys' bedrooms and possibly the kitchen. As of this Sunday, there will be just six weeks until the Chicago marathon!
Today was my rest day, which I always look forward to; but then I end up spending the whole day feeling weird about not running! ;) Eli has been really into Uno lately, so I played several games of that today.
Then, I was helping him with a workbook that the school gave the kids to work on over the summer. Eli was really taking his good old time today, writing out his numbers and letters very carefully (and veeeery slowly). It was driving me crazy, but I didn't say anything about it, because I assumed he was trying to make his work look neat. I had told him that we were going to work on the book for an hour. About 20 minutes in, he hadn't made much progress because he was writing so slowly.
Then he said, sounding pleased with himself, "Wow, I'm really good at writing with my left hand!"
I almost died. But the situation made me laugh so hard that I was wheezing. I had the giggles after that, and Eli had no idea what was so funny. It was one of those moments where, long after it stopped being funny, I was still laughing about it.
And I'm going to cut this post short, because I really don't have anything else to write about today!