Ok, I had a not so great week last week. You know, there was nothing really going on in my life that made me too busy, or too emotionally taxed, but I just was not on track with my goals. I had a great week one, and then a rough week two. I feel guilty that there was really no reason for me to not be making good choices. It should have been just a regular week. And, then, you know what? I stepped on the scale this morning and I'm still down 2 from my starting weight - that actually makes me feel more guilty - like I should be punished for not being on plan. But, I am grateful too that I haven't undone all my hard work from week one.
Had a pretty fun weekend. On Friday night J and I went to Zombieland. As a Shaun of the Dead fan, I didn't love Zombieland - but, you get what it promises, nothing more. There's lots of zombies and it's fun and silly and the cameo is really good. But it wasn't great.
After the movie, we had dinner at Flame in Roseville. Average food, average atmosphere, average service, but great late happy hour prices. I enjoyed two glasses of wine for the price of one, so that was a plus. The highlight of the meal was DIY smores for dessert...you get to roast your own marshmallows. It was fun.
Saturday, my friend's little girl had her 5th birthday party, so I went over in the morning to help decorate a bit. I left before the other kiddos got there, because J and I had some errands to run. We drove to Hudson, WI to buy some Everclear because I've decided to make homemade lemoncello and apparently Everclear is better to use than vodka. I'll let you know how it turns out :)
Saturday night, we met up with some friends for dinner. Stayed out and had a few too many drinks and was feeling the pain on Sunday morning. J doesn't really drink and isn't used to dealing with drunk people and was pretty scared I was going to puke in his car on the way home. After this episode, I've decided to take a step back from drinking. First of all, it makes me feel like shit the next day. Second, it's just empty calories. Third, I make poor eating decisions when I drink. So, no more nights out like that for a while.
Last night I dreamt I was running. It was really easy and fun and I could run and run and run. Will it ever be like that in real life?
My goal for today is to stay on track with food choices, and drink a ton of water. I want to run tomorrow.
I hope people are reading this. Starting to feel kind of silly about posting to an empty room. The blogging equivilant of talking to myself.