I am still so sore from Monday's workout with the trainer that I am literally dreading my session later this morning. Ugh.
Planned after that is the post trainer run on the treadmill. Although, as I type this, I wonder if I should run outside with the dog. It is SO nice out. Seems a shame to miss actual nice weather. Plus then I get the actual, real stats from my Garmin.
You know, the weather man on the radio said that this is only the 2nd time in 5 years that our city will have had a nice May long weekend. Imagine. Of course, now everyone is talking about planting their flowers. Which they will do, and then in a week or two we will get a freak snow dump and then I will have to listen to them all complain. Sheesh.
So, America's Next Top Model? I was so happy with the final two that I honestly didn't care which one won. I was excited though to see them make such a bold move in picking the winner.
So, I had a minor melt down yesterday. It was completely stress triggered. By around 7:00 though, I had pulled myself out of my funk, figured out my plan to move forward.
I'm trying to talk my family into going for a hike this weekend in the mountains. So far I have come up against quite a few roadblocks, but I think in the end we will be able to get out. I really need to get daughter moving more. She goes in spurts and really doesn't understand that you need to be active everyday. I think I will be putting her on dog duty after the long weekend. Right away after school, before she has time to do anything else. I showed her a route yesterday that is just over 3k and an easy walk uphill for 1/2 of it.
Husband is also trying to organize a dinner out with another couple for this weekend. As a thank you to them for a favour they did us. Anyhow, I'm stressed about that because I don't want to have to work my way through the minefield of a restaurant and I don't want the people to know I'm on WW. I know, I shouldn't be ashamed, and normally I'm not, but then if they know you are watching your choices, then every choice you make is scrutinized, and I don't like the attention. Of course, I could just get over myself, but where's the mental anguish in that?
So, I have 2 weeks to keep my head in the game before my reunion. 2 weeks. I can't afford any more melt downs. My girlfriend doesn't even have her dress yet. I hope she gets one soon. I have two that I'm trying to decide between. Closer to "the day" I may post both on my picture blog to get your opinions.
Have a healthy day bloggers!