HOLD UP.. I took a short break to run to the grocery store. It turns out there is some value in having Mr F home so I thought I'd throw him a morsel of gratitude (not that it was his choice mind you). Since he was home he took Kid and Baby to drop Kid off at school... allowing me to go to the store unaccompanied. "This will be a breeze" I think to myself on the drive over... "I'll be able to pound out both stores in an hour!" Then I pull into the parking lot.. er... I mean the parking lot of the store FOUR freaking stores away. Tuesday is my normal shopping day as you all know... what hadn't occured to me is that every buffoon in town was taking the day off to go shop for all their Thanksgiving needs at 11 AM.... with their spouses in hand... debating every damn thing they put in their carts (conveniently located in the middle of the aisle... thank you very much). So it took me TWICE as long to do my shopping and I really was thankful I didn't have the kids.
Plus I can write this now since I asked Mr F very nicely to unload the groceries for me. It went a little something like this "Mr F?!?! Aren't you going to unload my groceries!"
Now that I've gotten my whine out, here's my week in review...
This week wasn't so bad. I really made up for last week's miserable effort.
I've gotten some feedback about my tremendous organizational skills (and they weren't all in jest!). Here is the deal I am not completely incompetent.. my hurdle is really that I just resist authority so much that I don't want to give in to "order". If you have this issue also known as genius (of all sorts) you know what I am talking about.
My good friend got this giant Post It Note calender as a freebie at her job and sent it over.
Getting back on topic... let's see I didn't do the pilates (damn me) but I did push out some super long cardio and even an extra cardio day. i know that is exactly what I said I would NOT do... but after our date on Friday I really want to have a little extra calorie burn to make up for my indiscretions. I did maintain my weight so I'm not sure my decision was all bad anyway.
I did my paperwork, cleaned, did the laundry and Mr F actually put it all upstairs for me. If there was something else I was supposed to do I don't remember what it was.. so how important was it really?
I think I pretty much followed the meal plan. I didn't waste any food (yay!) and I made all the meals.. maybe switched up the days a few times but that is it.
On to this week:
Menu:
We are leaving next Wednesday for Disney World so I'm doing my plan through then as I don't intend to shop again.
Monday- Pork Tenderloin w/ Rice Pilaf and Vegetables
Tuesday - Beef Stew w/ Dumplings (leftover)
Wednesday - Pizza night (believe me I'll need it with T-day prep underway)
Thursday - Thanksgiving (I'm doing Sangria, biscuits, vegetables, appetizers)
Friday - Spaghetti & Homemade Meatballs w/ Steamed Broccoli
Saturday - Leftover Thanksgiving Stuff
Sunday - Shrimp Fried Rice
Monday - Salmon Noodle Casserole
Tuesday - Meatball Soup
Exercise:
Hmmmm.. I'm having extreme difficulty giving up cardio days to make room for pilates days. I want to I really do but to be honest I know with the Holiday, Kid being off school, and preparing for our trip I'm going to need the stress relief of the cardio so I'm not even going to set myself up for failure on this one. I plan to do 5 days of cardio, 60 minutes minimum each day.
Cleaning:
Thanksgiving is being held at our house... so.. pretty much everything needs to be cleaned... in two days!
To Do:
vomit.. maybe just a little in my throat
roll around moaning (and not in a "that's sexy" kind of way in a "dying animal" kind of way)
become paralyzed by all the things I'm not doing
complain... excessively
get really mad at Mr F.. possibly threaten to divorce him over major issues like dishes and toilet cleaning...
cry.. a little
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UPDATE:
What do you think I just caught Mr F doing?!? He was about to have some hummus on his sandwich. "What's wrong with that?" You might ask.. well... I just bought that goddamn hummus for one of our appetizers. And when I caught him in the act .. he said "I'm just going to have a little" A LITTLE!?!? I'm serving that!.. Which means I don't want a big fucking hunk taken out of the goddamn middle of it! Put your knife down Mr F because "a little" isn't one of your goddamn choices! Jesus Christ! Go back to work Mr F before we have to have a throw down!

