Monday, September 10, 2007
Weekends are the hardest times for me to not only control my eating, but to keep track of things as well. This weekend, for example, my niece Erin, her friend Janelle, and I put together a yard sale. (Monetarily it's not worth it...hours and hours of cleaning, pricing, wrapping, transporting, unwrapping, displaying, and selling for a $21.50 weekend. But the fun and friendship, not to mention cleaning out "junk", is priceless!) We had to grab food quickly, nibble on biscotti and coffee as we waited at the table, and forego long walks or exercise videos. That whole process wore me out, so most of Sunday was spent sleeping. I haven't been feeling well due to a change of medication and was faint all weekend, so the sleep was very much needed.
Sunday night I stayed at my parent's home due to an early-morning departure for the hospital. Mom was scheduled for a procedure bright and early. Everything went as planned, for the most part. Mom spent the rest of the day sleeping and I wanted to stay close so I worked out in their sadly neglected yard for the entire afternoon/evening. At 7 p.m. I was supposed to go to the sorority meeting but I didn't get home from the folks' until 7:30 p.m. and, to tell the truth, I was just plain done in for the day.
I have done my exercises, but not with my usual "get up & go" attitude. I've answered the sparkmail, read the articles, and logged in my water, and I'm ready to call it a night.
Tomorrow will be another day. I will survive my weekend downfalls, and learn how to better handle the grab & go type of meals. Most of all, I will get more sleep, take better care not to push myself to exhaustion, and remember to live for the day.
My parents are proof that the body has a tendency to give out...until that time comes, I want to live life to the fullest, enjoy every minute that I'm able to move, and try my hardest to help those around me to do the same.