First Day of the Rest Of My Life #2
Let's take a little look-see at day two. Well, it started with a zit. Right there on my chin. I thought it was a mole, but no, a zit. What am I? Thirteen? Didn't puberty and breakouts leave years ago? Well, I shouldn't complain since I've never had bad skin, but I definitely don't want to start now. Ugh!
Today didn't really go as planned. Worked (which totally got in the way of writing, Ha), picked up girlie-q's from school, brought them home to change for dance, and then took them to dance. Got gas, picked up some really unhealthy (according to "I Used to Be Fat" experts, and you know, the law of physics or some such) dinner in a box, got gas (in my car), and worked some crossword puzzles while waiting on them to finish.
Oh yeah, and I took the house payment to the bank. Hubs doesn't trust the mail (sorry Kenny) and since he worked a double shift, he was sleeping, so ahem, that left me. Got home, girls did homework, I cooked, we ate. Hubs was cranky, I was cranky, and it seemed like life in the Francis household.
But wait, it is "The Bachelor" night. While this is the first season I've ever watched this (seriously, I only started watching because of Jennifer Weiner and her snarky quips), but it is a blast. My twelve year old thinks he's completely cheesy and kind of icky. Her question tonight, "um, did they (enter purring sound) in the fantasy suite?" My response, "I'm not sure, but I'm pretty sure if he wanted to, she would of." Her: "Eww!!!" Ah, sweet innocence.
Oh wait, but did I work out? Why yes, thanks for asking, I sure did. Five minutes on the elliptical, have I mentioned it sucks? I did? Great. One minute of crunching, which my back didn't hate as much today. But I spent half of that time looking at my belly wondering if I could blame the bulge on a fixable hernia...or alien. Then I again worked an upper body circuit kind of thing. Yeah, I'm buff.
So while I will apparently never totally love working out (and even if I wanted to, it's hard with "mom, help me with math," "mom, is dinner about done,"), but I can feel good in knowing I'm trying to improve myself. I am even sitting here looking at my bag of Reese's Peanut Butter Eggs and haven't reached for one. Maybe because my shoulders hurt...you know, from working out. Isn't it supposed to make me feel better? Oh, it takes time? Well, time will tell, then, won't it? I'm just saying...
Sharon Brown: I love my elliptical! (03/04/11)