il mio viaggio

8a: once again, no movement on the scale.  i don’t understand it and am trying not to fret.  glad you guys like small fry.  he’s a cutie.  i was ready to get rid of him a couple nights ago when he peed and pooed inside during the nightime, but i think we’ve finally figured out a system to regulate his food/water/bowel so that he is getting it all “out” before bedtime.  i’m really craving a biscuit this morning, but i know i need my fruit…

11a: well, i did have my biscuit.  not a biscuit, really, but an english muffin with egg, bacon, and cheese, courtesy jimmy dean.  hubby buys them for breakfast @ work, so i sneaked one.  they are about 350 cals, so it won’t kill me.  also had a small bowl of strawberry chex cereal.  the painter is here.  he’s painting our exterior/trim/trellis wall.  it’s messing up my schedule.  i had to get up super early to meet him outside, then he was almost two hours late.  sheesh.  now i really need a nap but am afraid he’s going to need something.  and i had to take a shower up at my mom’s.  don’t know why, i just was afraid he would come in.  i’m a weirdo.

1230p: lunch was a pita pocket with a grilled chicken breast, cukes, and a T of caesar dressing.  painter is still here.  i need to use the bathroom!  :(

3p: just returned from taking slimer (our little vw) to the shop for new brakes.  couldn’t resist a coke from hardees on the way home.  it was goooood.  but i did resist the fries, shakes, etc.  go me.  btw, small fry rode with.

6p: dinner was a handful of pistachios, a slice of bread, and two small slices of livermush.  yum, love the stuff.  heading to body pump at the gym.  it’s a new trainer so we’ll see how it goes…

9p: returned from gym and store.  body pump left me bored and sore.  i’m used to a lot of “dancing” - you know - fun stuff.  the new trainer (a guy) is as straight as they come.  i was afraid he was going to hurt himself on the step.  it was pretty funny.  he is more of a core trainer.  i’m definitely sore.  he had us doing jumping jacks, jump rope, high-knees, lunges in every form, sit-ups, etc, but it just wasn’t as fun as the step class i am used to.  plus he didn’t know how to use the sound system, so he didn’t crank it up, and it sounded like elevator music.  we were 15 women, huffing and puffing, and talking in between exercises.  not my idea of exercise “escape.”  for those of you that really like your music escape during your routines, you know what i mean.  oh well.  my body needed it, but my mind was so bored!  dinner was 2 slices of pizza and a newcastle.