What a fabulous weekend. We had a date last night. My super duper hubby and I went to eat at Mazatlan Mexican Restaurant. I'm happy to report, that I had about 5 chips with salsa from the basket. In fact, hubby nibbled on just a few as well and most of that basket of chips went to waste...not to waist.
I love South American Cuisine and require that my Mexican food be cooked by actual Mexicans. This place is so authentic that I ordered something and wasn't entirely sure what it was. Unfortunately, it came out as battered and deep fried steak! Oh no!! I cut a little and tried to take the breading off, but it still just wasn't very good. So I tried something new. I ordered something else! Hubby agreed that it would be worth it to just pay for another entrée to be sure to get what tastes good. Awesomeness though...the waiter wouldn't let us pay for both dishes, just wanted us to be pleased with our meal. He got a nice tip!
We did go to the mall and walk around while nibbling on some chocolate. We ran into my brother in law and his sweet wife while there and had a nice chat with them. On the way home we stopped and enjoyed a latte. All told, we were home before 10pm. But wow...was it ever nice to get away. We dressed up spiffy and enjoyed taking our time and just being together.
Before we left for supper I had only had about 600 calories...and had burned over 500 during my workout. I did what I needed to do to be able to eat a little less restrictive. Though, I think I strained my left quadriceps muscle during my harder workout. I had some considerable discomfort yesterday after the yoga.
So I was thinking today about the non-moving scale. I am working hard and staying the course and basically just waiting it out. I am praying that I see progress soon as I am starting to get discouraged. In my prayers, I felt some answers. I felt like the lesson in this is that I need to be able to keep this up. Not until I loose the weight, or until next year, or until I turn 40...but for life.
This last month is just a drop in the bucket compared to the next (prayerfully) 50-60 years that will make up my life. I need to be able to make this change a way of life. It needs to be sustainable and more than that, automatic. A default.
I'm 34 and have an infant son. I want to dance at his wedding when I'm in my 60. I want to be able to push his children in a stroller to the park when I'm 70. I don't want to suffer from preventable diseases that detract from the blessing and the joy that is my life!
So, in the immortal words of the late Jerry Garcia, I guess I will keep on Truckin' and count my blessings along the way.