It was an interesting weekend. Friday night, when I was done with work, I headed out to my mother-in-law's house to meet up with my husband and sons. There was an entire kitchen full of food, and miscellaneous piles of candy all over. Step-nieces and nephews all happily playing and shouting happily, all sugared up! I ate some macaroni and cheese, a few chips and some fresh veggies. It happened to also be my step-sister-in-law's birthday so there was a DQ ice cream cake, and I had a slice. I told myself it was a special treat for the occasion. It was OK, nothing to write home about. But letting myself have freedoms like that usually ends up being a slippery slope, and knowing that, I opted to have a salad when I got home. It has been a while since I've had one , and it tasted good. And I felt good knowing I was making a positive, proactive choice.
Saturday I woke up with vertigo again ( stuffy ears mess me up) and had to get my car to the shop for an estimate. It was a challenge, at least the repair shop is ot a couple blocks away. I walked back home and rested. I ate pretty normal, on track except for 2 rollo candies and a Starburst. When evening hit and I still didn't have my car, we made the impromptu decision to order pizza. I ate a little past satisfied, because ther was one piece of feta spinach bread left and I just knew it wasn't going to taste good reheated. I knew I was justifying and that it is like treating my body like a trash bin, but it tasted good.
All on track eating today, and the medicine I took to help clear my ears gave me Wonder Woman energy so I got the garage cleaned out. It was a ton of lifting, bending and walking, but it was so gratifying to have it done. We got rid of 4 bikes, a scooter, and a heap of seldom-used toys. I almost ended up going out to dinner tonight, but one of my sons didn't feel like going out, so I stayed home and ate my normal meals and snacks, and it didn't bother me at all. I'm happy to be feeling well enough to eat my normal foods again.
I got a Pebble on Friday, sponsored through my work. It is basically a fancy pedometer that talks to my computer in order to track my steps. I can set goals and something called adventures. I have to explore the capabilities and settings better, but it seems pretty cool. And because I am goal-oriented I think it will help keep me more active. I'll see how long the novelty lasts. If the weather is nice, I may walk to work tomorrow because my car is still in the shop. It is a 2.9 mile walk according to Mapquest. I used to run more than that so I am not stressed out about it unless the weather stinks, then I'll catch a cab.
So this is where I am right now, coming out of the darkness of stomach-hell-week and starting to feel good. I'm thinking ahead to cold winter nights with nothing going on and imagining myself working up a sweat at the treadmill. And may I'll get around to checking out that new gym I joined. All in due time.