I’ve realized that writing a blog that no one reads is rather unfulfilling. Not that I was anticipating immediate fame and stardom, but maybe a visitor now and again.
Days 18-20 were glorious. Long weekends are the best. Especially when you have friends coming to spend time with you. I’m so thankful to have such great friends; they must really love me, because 5 hours in a car to drive to the middle of nowhere is NOT fun.
On Saturday we went into town and had a nice brunch, did a bit of wandering through shops and made a quick pit stop at the grocery store to pick up supplies for the BBQ/bonfire we were hosting. A few more friends showed up, lots of food was eaten, lots of beverages were consumed, and there is a really excellent dance video that’s now been posted to Facebook.
Sunday we made a good old fashioned southern breakfast (grits, sausage gravy and biscuits, bacon, and scrambled eggs). After struggling to get our pants on, we went to a few different greenhouses and looked at all of the pretty plants. The forecast said it was supposed to be pretty cold and rainy, so we enjoyed laying low. At one point though, the radar claimed that we’d be able to sneak in a bonfire… we started building the fire, got it lit, and woosh a giant storm rolled in. Needless to say, there was no bonfire. But, there was still lots of food and games and beverages.
Monday was exhausting. Three nights of drinking can really wear on a gal, it’s hard to get up that last day and help your friends pack up the seventeen pounds of snacks they brought and make sure that your cat isn’t being smuggled out of the house in one of their bags. Once the friends left, manfriend and I made a quick run into town for a few necessities for the week and promptly plopped down on the couch and didn’t move until bedtime.
It was an excellent weekend. But, I had zero desire to weigh or measure after the massive amounts of awfulness that entered my body. Maybe some other time. Soon.
Day 21 is a Tuesday that feels like a Monday. Monday…. you know how I feel about Monday’s, the lack of motivation was definitely there. But that’s not to say that I didn’t get my 116 squats knocked out. I even managed a few bicep curls.
Day 22 time to increase reps! We’ve now moved from 100 squats to 108, to 116, and now to 124. My legs are going to be tired. Though, surprisingly, it wasn’t so bad. At work, we’ve instituted a new plan – every time you resolve a case, you do some squats. We typically resolve between 5-7 cases per day, which is a good way for me to ensure that I get the right amount in.
Day 23 a Thursday that feels like a Tuesday! Also, Happy June! I think that every week should be a short week. Whoever decided that a five day work week was appropriate… well, I have words for you. Especially on days like today. There’s not a cloud in the sky, the slightest breeze and it’s a toasty 75. What I wouldn’t give to be sitting on my patio right now. Think of the bronzing I could achieve! (Who am I joking, I burn – peel – and turn white again) but the day has been good. I was right, my legs are getting tired from these additional reps, but I think that means that it’s actually doing something.
Tomorrow is another Friday, and it’s going to be a weird one for me. My little sister is graduating and turning 18… she’s making me feel old.
Also, now that I’ve hopefully bounced back a little from my weekend of gluttony and sloth, I’ll pull out that tape measure. Let’s see how things are going!