I am a little disappointed with a 3 pound loss. Crazy I know. I just did so well last week and then messed up on the weekend. I had pizza on Friday night at a friends place and then slipped into bad old habits of having a few drinks after dinner the last couple of nights. It’s a shame. Just think how much better my results could have been! But I won’t beat myself up too much. A loss is a loss after all.
It’s berry season here and every year my sister and I go out to the berry farm and pick our own so it’s much cheaper. We went out on Sunday and picked blueberries and raspberries. They’re so yummy and so good for you too. I love to have them on my cereal in the morning. I also stewed a heap of apples off my Dad’s tree. I figure I have enough fruit in the freezer for at least 3 months worth of breakfast. That’s fantastic. It’s so expensive to buy them from the supermarket. Maybe I will see if Dad has some more apples left on the tree and stew some more - they’re a horrible eating apple but really nice stewed (with equal of course).
I woke up this morning with a cold, which I’m not too impressed with, but it’s not too bad. Just a sore throat and stuffy nose. So I’m pretty tired and don’t much feel like doing anything today. I haven’t been sleeping too well lately with the heat so maybe I’m a little run down. I was going to count last week as the warm up for the diet and get serious about the exercise this week but maybe I’ll just dust off the pedometer tomorrow and aim for 10,000 steps. And keep counting my calories. I will be away 8 days from this coming Sunday and was planning on taking my pedometer. I don’t mind maintaining while on holidays but I don’t want to gain any back.
I have had to take my poor baby to the vet this morning as well because she has an ear infection. Huskies are a very complicated dog. They’re so intelligent and not particularly cooperative. She knew we were going to the vet without me even telling her. She growled at me when I put her lead on, when normally she gets really excited. She then parked herself on the couch and wouldn’t get down. I had to drag her out of the house. Then she didn’t want to get in the car. Then when we got to the vet she was fine in the waiting room watching the food, sorry, kittens playing in their cage but as soon as they called her name she planted her feet and I ended up having to carry her into the examination room. She hates the vet ever since we got her fixed. Anyway the vet said we were lucky to catch it early because in another week it would have been really painful for her. Extra lucky I say because we will be away next week and my sister doesn’t pay as much attention as we do.
So that’s me. A little off topic but hey - it’s my blog.
