I suppose I should start off with the conclusion of Day 10, it was Friday. It was a good day. It was a day where I somehow talked myself into completing not only my scheduled 108 squats, but also complete the ones I hadn’t done the day before. All in all, I knocked out 161 squats on Friday. And oyyyyyy, my legs were telling me about it.
The rest of Friday was delightful. We took a mini-road trip one of the local casinos; drank a few beers (lies, it was a lot of beers), won a few hands of blackjack, and ate the most delicious dinner I’ve had in a very long time.
Segue here… please allow me to tell you a bit about myself. Loverman and I recently bought a house. It’s an amazing house, it’s beautiful, it’s spacious, I have a barn door in my bathroom! The backyard is meticulously landscaped, and it makes me smile every time I look at it. This dream house is located in the middle of nowhere… and that makes my heart sad sometimes. Prior to moving into our dream house, we lived in a semi-large, bustling metropolis. There were always things to do, shows and concerts to see, art exhibits, festivals, excitement was everywhere. There was amazing food (in fact, there were even amazing grocery stores!), there were James Beard nominated chefs and restaurants, food trucks and little vendors popping up everywhere. The farmers market was a paradise.
The transition from metropolis to rural was bound to be difficult, despite the fact that I grew up about an hour from my current location. Yes, I grew up in the middle of nowhere. But those formative years, the age when I realized how wonderful shopping was, and started playing with makeup, eating wonderful cuisines, and finding a love for theater, those years were spent in larger cities. So despite my prior experience, I don’t think that this town feels like home yet (I mean, where’s the Macy’s?), and the one major thing that I find lacking is delightful options for different foods.
There are a few grocery stores here (I say a few, because some people would count Target and WalMart as being grocery stores), but there isn’t a lot of variety, there isn’t much that excites me, no exotic fruits or out of the ordinary meat selections. Other than the chain restaurants (Applebee’s date night, anyone?), the selection of GREAT food is minimal. We’ve found a fantastic little bakery/cafe that serves great soups and sandwiches (and when we walk in, the median age decreases dramatically), and a great BBQ place.
But, sinking my teeth into those broiled shrimp, the tenderness of the beef tips, the probable pound of butter that was in my mashed potatoes. That made my heart sing. It was nice to have some GREAT food again.
Back to the weekend… I’d say we did a fair amount of wandering around this weekend. We were up and down the casino floor on Friday night. On Saturday, we explored a little lake town and meandered through their downtown shops. Saturday night was another adventure featuring beer and nachos. We did walk to a different bar (and promptly back to where we came from), so I can’t say that we were complete lumps on our weekend getaway.
Sunday was mainly spent in the car, driving home. We did make a quick pit stop at Target for the weekly essentials (s’mores ingredients, obviously essential) and then we sat on the couch and enjoyed a long few hours of relaxing.
The exciting part? In 12 days, I’ve lost 8.6 pounds.
I need to remind myself to stop hopping on the scale every day. It’s driving me insane. I also need to remind myself that the scale isn’t the ultimate decision maker as to whether I’ve succeeded in this challenge or not. It’s up to me.