I went to aerobics and worked a little bit of my edge off. And now I'm going to get over this melancholy that has been hanging around me all week. I apologize for all the whining.
When I got home, my little man was in such a great mood. Jackson got a new ball to add to his collection and he was loving it. Several times he stopped in the middle of playing and trotted over to me with arms outstretched and mouth wide open. He had in mind a hug and a kiss. It was too, too sweet. The countdown to Mexico is only four days away, so I need to stock up on slobbery toddler kisses. He also enjoyed tossing Beckham his frisbee in the living room. Beckham is just now dealing with Bill's absence, by the way.
It's very possible that this is the first time I've ever made it to June without tossing my New Year's resolutions out the window. Curt and I decided to make some changes in our eating and workout habits and, holy cow, they stuck! Thank You, Lord! I am at the same weight (actually a half-pound below!) I was when I graduated from college. I would call it my wedding weight, but I (stupidly) took diet pills two weeks before my wedding and that doesn't count. I was really tempted to take a shortcut this time, too, but it's just not very safe. Instead, Amanda has eaten a LOT of Lean Cuisines and taken a lot of step aerobics. My poor knees. My poor plantar fasciitis. But bless God, I have a waist!
Have I mentioned before that my gym is located between a Grandy's and a Chick-fil-a? I have? Sorry. Chick-fil-a is not one of my outlawed fast food restaurants. But Grandy's? How long has it been? I have no idea. Grandy's is the kind of place no lady should ever admit to liking, so I'm risking my reputation here. But I promise you that the first time I go to the gym after Mexico, I will be rewarding myself with a nice little chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes, fried okra, and a roll with honey. And then I might need to watch Super Size Me again so that I can make it through the next six months.