The Aftermath

As hard as I tried to stick to my plan of attack this past May long weekend... I couldn't completely do it. I give myself a 6/10. Not bad. In the snacking department I did good. I stuck to the snacks I had. It was the meals. When you're not the cook you don't get to decide what goes into it. While the meals weren't completely unhealthy, I would have made some different choices that would have been better for me and my progress. That's what I'm finding the most difficult with this whole "weight loss" process - when someone else cooks. The redeemer this weekend was the nice long walk on Sunday - a beautiful day I might add! Oh..and perhaps the fact that it was raining Sunday night and too miserable to sit around the fire eating those spitz and drinking that beer - both of which there is no way in hell I could resist! To my dear brother: André I thought about you often all weekend (as I do almost every day). Where you would have been and what you would have been doing (although - I guessed it would have been at Candle drinking beer!) Would have tried to convince you to come to the lake so we could enjoy a song or two and some good laughs. Gonna miss that this summer - as I will you. You would have had fun with Simon this weekend. He had a good weekend - playing, giggling at the dog and bathing in the sink! Not the same without you! xoxo